It wasn't as if Kevin wanted to feel this.

He'd cross his arms and pout when his mother ordered him to bring something to Double D over the Holidays. 'Calmly' yelling about how stupid it was to buy a boy that no one loved a present, but his mother would insist, shove the jawbreaker into Kevin's hands and push him out the door.

Kevin usually went to the park for a time after that. He'd throw the jawbreaker into the snow and glare at it, like it was the Jawbreaker's fault he was so angry at himself. But soon, he'd pick it up, rip the case off, and shove the sweat candy into his mouth. After thinking about Double D, though, the candy would taste bitter and he'd spit it out, letting it rot in the snow.

When he went back home he'd head into the garage and get another one. Kevin would stomp across the cul-de-sac and grudgingly ring the doorbell. He'd sulk on the front, wrap around porch until the door opened.

Double D, Oh, Double D, would be standing there, a serious look on his face, waiting. Kevin would freeze up, Stupid, stupid Kevin, and stand there stupidly, before shoving the jaw breaker into Double D's hands, vaguely mumbling a "Merry Christmas." before turning and rushing back to his house.

He would make up for this act of niceness, though, by bullying the teen all other days of the year. Kevin didn't want to, no, he had to. His father had warned against these feelings, beaten it into Kevin's head that it was immoral, unchristian, and just plain not right. Kevin's father was a very opinionated man.

So no, Kevin didn't want to love Double D. But he did.

He always disappointed his father.

Author's note: Just needed a break from my multi-chapter story. I hope you liked it.

Disclaimer: I do not own, profit from, or claim the rights to Ed, Edd, n Eddy.