My second attempt at a good EEnE fic. Enjoy.

Eddy x Edd – Calling

I hear them call my name. My best friends since I can remember. They're standing outside my vacant house, waiting impatiently for me to come out and join them.

But I can't. I couldn't possibly face them now. Now that I know I'm deeply in love with Eddy.

When did I start loving him? Probably around the end of middle school when he kissed me, by dare of course. Kevin laughed, Eddy apologized, and I melted. That kiss was my first kiss, and more than likely his too, but it was the best thing I'd ever felt.

Eddy of course dismissed this kiss as nothing, just another day in the cul-de-sac. Kissing me had left no imprint on his heart like it had mine.

Years have passed since that faithful kiss. Eddy's taller, leaner and sexier than his younger self, more visually appealing than when he was short and stout. I on the other hand, have only grown about half a foot, keeping my gangly features in tact. But while Eddy trimmed his hair to keep it that black, spiky perfection, I let mine grow long and allowed the blond hair to hang down below my cap.

Being a senior in high school, it's hard to keep up the straight charade when there are girls everywhere wanting my attention. Mostly nerdy girls of course, who were all over me for being the valedictorian; sometimes, I hate being smart.

But being smart however, helped me outwit my friends into thinking I had interest in girls. I would watch Eddy walk down the halls with his arm slung over some new girl's shoulders, nonchalantly talking… It makes me sick to think about Eddy being swept up by some boring girl.

I knew that Eddy lost his virginity to one of those dumb broads. It broke my heart the day he told me. He was so excited… And I had to fake enthusiasm just to please him. Whatever it took to please him I always did.

I smiled, and talked to Eddy about women and his current fling. I created a mask that I wear around Eddy, one that hides my true self and my intentions. Under this mask I can follow Eddy, and take in every step, every word without being caught.

It's the middle of the school year now and its winter vacation. The air is so cold and dry it makes my eyes water and cracks my lips as soon as I step outside. I wish I could stay inside, surrounded by warmth and the heat of a burning fire, but my house is empty. It has been for year now. The yellow burn of the sticky notes isn't the kind of heat I'm looking for.

I walk outside and make it to the sidewalk before I look up. The sky is overcast and the cul-de-sac is covered in a blanket of shadow. Even the lights in the houses look dim in this dreary daylight. The whole scene just depresses me further and sends a chill through my thick layers of clothes. I hug myself, trying to keep the cold out, but it's in vain.

My eyes wander from house to house until I find what I'm looking for—Eddy's house. It always gives off a warm, inviting glow, even when no lights are on. Just the idea of walking through Eddy's door and into his abode made me shiver, but not from the cold. I longed to be in Eddy's arms on this bitter, winter's day. I hope it snows. Snow always brightens up dark days.

I look back at my dark, lonely house. I don't want to go back in there. There's nothing there to comfort me anymore. Not even my own bed is an escape from the impending shadows. I look ahead of me at Eddy's house. I could go over there, just for a little bit… But what if Eddy has one of his girl-things over? So, I sit down on the concrete of the sidewalk.

The chill of the coarse stone shoots through my jeans, up my back and down my legs, just to remind me of how chilly it really is outside and how my body craves heat. But I'll take this slow numbing cold, because feeling something is better than nothing. I pull my legs to my face and hug them close to my chest. They offer no comfort.

Slowly, I nodded off to sleep. I let the numbness spread to my feet, and through my arms. The last thing I felt was a thump-thump of my heart, and everything went black. I couldn't feel anything but my shallow breathing. To feel so detached from my body—it was liberating. In this moment I let my mind drift to Eddy. Eddy's perfect body, beautiful hair, gorgeous smile, magnificent laugh…

Oh, Eddy. I think I just heard you speak my name. "Edd?" you said. But what are you questioning about me? Probably all the questions I have for myself. I think I love you Eddy. But how would I know? I've never felt anything like this about anyone before. It's a nice feeling. Like when you see a million white doves being released from their small cages.

I escape from reality by thinking about you holding me close and whispering my name… "Double D?" There it is again! What is it Eddy? Can I help you? Let me help you…

My eyes fluttered open and closed again. I feel warm. I rolled around and realized I was lying down on a very familiar bed. I grabbed the comforters closer to me, assuming it was my bed. I sighed into the warm cocoon I was wrapped in.

Then I took a deep breath in. All I could smell was Eddy. A thousand pictures of my secret lover popped into my head. I let them swim around in my subconscious until I was happily filled with Eddy. Then, I heard it again…

"Hey, Sock-head. Wake up… You can't be dead… You just moved!" I felt something poke my side. "Come on! Get up!" Eddy? Why are you trying to wake me from this dream? Then I remembered; I was outside. I fell asleep on the sidewalk! Where am I? My eyes shot open and I immediately deduced that this room was way too bright. When my eyes adjusted the first thing I saw was a disco ball suspended from the ceiling… And I knew exactly where I was.

"Eddy," I started, "Why am I in your room?" I blinked a few times and turned my head wildly until I saw what I wanted—there was Eddy, sitting on the edge of the bed, not too far from me, looking at me like I had snakes for hair.

"Hey, I should be asking you what you're doing out there in the cold sleeping!?" Eddy sounded upset, but I wouldn't let that get to my head. I knew I was sleeping outside, so this isn't just a dream. I wanted to answer his question, tell him all about how sad I am and how alone I feel on holidays, but I couldn't stop looking at him.

He was wearing a wife beater, stretched perfectly across his semi-toned chest, with a pair of gym shorts on that hung a bit lower than his hips, showing off those beautiful hip bones and lines leading to… I imagined pulling those shorts down just a little bit further…

I looked down at my own attire, a black t-shirt and loose fitting pants. I felt boring in comparison. I reached up to smooth out my hair and realize my hat was gone. I went into a panic, my protective shield was gone! The hat that held all my thoughts, fears and emotions was carelessly picked from my head! I brushed my hair out of my eyes, now a mess from sleeping. Eddy was stilling looking at me.

"Looking for you hat?" He asked when I touched the top of my head again. "It was soaked from the snow, so I took it off…" He ran a hand through my hair. I instantly turned to him with wide eyes. That was awfully sweet… Eddy instantly retracted his hand and shoved it under his leg, trying to hide the fact that he was just endearing.

"Sorry." I finally said in response to my odd behavior. Eddy just looked at me, I felt self conscious. But what was I really apologizing for? For the fact my heart fluttered when he touched me? Because being in his bed, wrapped up in his covers, was the one thing I've dreamed about for years? I wanted him to touch me again, even just a small brush or light caress would do. I just stared at Eddy for what seemed like an eternity, until he looked away. I hadn't noticed, but he was looking at me too.

I watched as Eddy adjusted himself to sit cross legged on the bed In front of me. I tried not to take too many peaks at his legs when he did so. No socks, so shoes, all Eddy right in front of me, getting comfortable. I wanted to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't sleeping, but opted to just waiting for him to make the first move

It started with a sigh as he ran his hand through his flawless hair. I smelled his breath; he had recently brushed his teeth. I let the minty flavor invade my senses, reeking of Eddy's amazing mouth. To kiss him now would be pleasant.

"Edd…" My head snapped out of its fuzzy cloud of Eddy and I diverted all of my attention to the boy in front of me. He looked sad. "I'm not going to ask you why you were out there, and why you were crying—" I was crying? "I'm just going to tell you, that you can come over mine or Ed's house whenever. You know we're best friends."

My heart twisted. Yes. Just best friends. Friends. I felt the sting of tears and held them back. The effort hurt. I looked down at the fabric of Eddy's quilt. It was purple, with small balls of fuzzy bits plastered all over the surface from many wash cycles. I started to pick at them, methodically pulling them off one by one, determined not to look up at my… best friend.

"Hey," Eddy started, "Mind if we talk about something?" I perked up. Eddy always came to me with his problems; I gave him an ear that Ed couldn't. Eddy sighed, "I broke up with my girlfriend today." I just stared at him… What was her name again? This was probably his 3rd girlfriend this week… I can't keep track. I said the customary "I'm so sorry" and let him continue.

"I really liked her though Double D," A dagger shot through my heart. "I thought she was really the one for me." Another. "She was perfect." The final blow. "But winter break started and she lives so far away… No way am I wasting all my gas on one girl! If she wanted to see me, she should've come down here…" He said these things, but his eyes glassed over. I didn't want him to be so upset over some girl that didn't even deserve him.

"Well," I started, "Maybe she wasn't really the one. I mean, 'the one' will be someone worth your time, Eddy. Someone you'll drive miles to see and not mind." I patted his hand which was resting on his leg. Maybe if I ran my hand up his leg—I stopped myself from thinking any farther.

"And when you do find 'the one' you'll be head over heels for them. You didn't seem very infatuated by this one." I mustered up a smile. Everything I said of course was how I wanted Eddy to feel about me…

"You're right." Eddy smiled that brilliant smile and put a hand on my shoulder. I felt the heat from his hand seep through my thin t-shirt. It was like a little fire just for me, from the boy I love. "I feel better Double D." He relaxed his shoulders. "Thanks."

This is so painful. To watch him torture himself, to be so sad, just because he's dating something that's not even good for him. But what could I do for him? I guess I could give him love, but Eddy probably didn't want my kind of love.

Eddy's hand shot up to my forehead. My face went red, so embarrassed by the sudden touch and intimacy of the situation. But, he didn't have a romantic expression, more confused than loving. It occurred to me then that he was taking my temperature.

"You're burning up Double D…" He put a hand on my chest and laid me back down. "I think you have a fever. God, why on earth would you sleep outside when it's snowing??" I didn't know the answer to his question. The next thing I felt was Eddy tucking me in and telling me to go to sleep. I happily obliged.

I had the best dream that night. I dreamt Eddy was sleeping next to me, our limbs intertwined with each others. I could feel every part of Eddy on every part of me, but I wanted more. He pulled my face up to his and kissed me. He kissed me with small, quick kisses that filled me up with a heat hotter than I've ever felt. Everything was so hot… Everything is so HOT.

I woke up sweating. I was still in Eddy's bed covered in about 3 blankets and a heating pad, making sure I stayed toasty throughout the night. I looked around and saw it was totally dark outside, not one spec of light other than the moon reflecting off the thin layer of snow. I was about to snuggle up and get cozy again, but I realized Eddy was no where to be found.

I sat up straight. Where could Eddy be? Shouldn't he be the one sleeping in his bed, not me? I shook out of my cocoon and moved around a bit before swinging my feet over the edge of the bed. It was a lot colder than I thought, or maybe I was just really warm. Either way, I knew I needed to find Eddy. I shuffled to his door and placed my hand on the handle, it was so cold it hurt my hand.

I stepped out into the hallway and saw a light on in the living room. Instantly curious, I quietly made my way to the end of the corridor. I poked my head around the corner and saw Eddy, standing in the middle of the living room. Eddy, in all his brilliance, just standing in the middle of the living room. I almost opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing, when I heard a girl's voice.

"Eddy! You can't just break up with me over the phone!" It was that girl; the one Eddy had broken up with today. I stuck my head out a little bit more and saw some generic whore, for lack of the better word, standing in the middle of Eddy's living room in a really short skirt and a top that showed off her boobs a bit too much.

Eddy's arms were crossed, he was obviously a little pissed, "And you can't just barge in to someone's house in the middle of the night! What if my parents were home?" He looked down on this girl with such an angry expression it scared me a bit.

"But they're not, are they?" The girl's tone went from angry to seductive. I tasted bile in my throat, pouring into my mouth. Don't tell me she's trying to win Eddy back with sex? But she didn't have to tell me. She wrapped her arms around Eddy's neck and kissed him, a deeper kiss than I even dreamed of receiving.

'Push her away!' I thought, 'Shove her down and tell her you're broken up!' But he didn't. They kept kissing, and Eddy put one hand on her butt and one was massaging her breast. The kiss was speeding up, getting harder and filled with want. I didn't want to watch… So why did I?

They moved to the couch tangled in each others arms. Their clothes were removed expertly by Eddy and soon they were both naked, body against body. I got to see Eddy in all his glory. His body was even more amazing than my imagination could muster. I followed the curves of his arms, the flow of his back, the muscles rippling through his entire being… But then I saw the girl. A skinny little thing with delicate little features, large breasts, and a pretty round butt… Yeah, just Eddy's type.

Eddy's movements were so sure, so passionate; I couldn't help but stare as he thrusted into that girl. He was wild and lustful. The girl was moaning and crying out while he breathed heavily and closed his eyes. His expression was so serene… I don't think I could ever give him pleasure like that.

What happened next, neither me nor the girl expected. She came and said Eddy's name loud enough to wake me if I was sleeping, but Eddy was still going, still grunting, and still breathing heavy. I watched as his expression twisted and his mouth hung open with effort, his body twitching with orgasm. But when he came, he said a name that wasn't a girl's name at all.

It was mine.

The girl was immediately offended, getting dressed and calling him a man whore. Claiming he'll never sleep with her again, but Eddy seemed confused. His face was still twisted and he didn't even bother cleaning himself up. He just sat there while the girl grabbed her keys and left.

But what was I supposed to feel? I just watched him have sex with a girl right in front of me; one he was just saying wasn't the one for him. Was sex all he really wanted? I wanted more than that… I wanted him to love me unconditionally. But how could I be sure he loved me when some girl could just waltz right up to him and get into his pants?

When I looked at Eddy again, his head was in his hands, still sitting on the couch in all his naked glory. I wanted to bad to sit down next to him and offer him an ear. So, I did the next best thing… I went back to bed. I walked slowly back to Eddy's room and curled up in the suffocating, hot blankets. Maybe I can burn out these feelings.

(To be continued)