Rocky Horror Picture Ed

Part II

By Brenna "Snakelady" Dawkins

An Ed, Edd, and Eddy Fanfic

Disclaimer: All characters are owned by Danny Antonucci, aka Cartoon, and Cartoon Network. I own nothing. Nothing I tell you! No money was made from this fic.

Rating: R

Summary: Edd's the star of a particularly popular play which makes Eddy both jealous and amorous at the same time. Edd as Dr Frank N. Furter and Eddy as Eddie. My Halloween offering albeit a bit late. Eddy/Edd. Contains language, sexual themes, nudity

Eddy was not at the dress rehearsals since he'd managed to get himself into detention that day. Edd really couldn't bring himself to be surprised at his friends delinquency. He found it infuriating though that Eddy had chosen a time when it was particularly important for himself and the theater group that he had to… well… be his usual self on that particular day. Eddy had a particularly habit of pushing as many buttons as he could just to see what would happen. The end results for which gained him detention every day after school for the rest of the week. Eddy would completely miss any important instructions the director would have for them for that weekends performance. It was so irritating to Edd that Eddy had no real self control or respect for others. His stand in had to fill the roll during those times and it helped Edd actually get into the mood for his character's irritation towards the young man.

Edd stood over the stand in with a bloody ax in his clutches and his eyes a bit wild. Eddie lay there in a seemingly broken heap at his high heeled feet. He was panting and flecks of sweat slightly streaked his makeup. It had felt GOOD to get his frustration out over Eddy's inconsiderate antics but it didn't take him long to feel horrified with himself for such uncharacteristic berserk emotion. It was a good thing the ax blade was foam cut to shape and painted up because he'd let a few of his strikes connect in his frustrated frenzy only a moment ago.

"Ow…" He heard the stand in mumble and was horrified even more that he'd actually physically hurt someone.

What he wanted to do was stoop down and help his fellow thespian but no, the show must go on! He went into his next lines while striding away from the heap… his actions staged to keep the audience centered on him while Eddie was secreted off the screen thanks to a near by false wall stage drop. He got through the performance at last and felt exhausted. It had been from start to finish and he'd had to wear heels the whole time. He felt wobbly in the knees and somewhat faint. But oh the results of a successful rehearsal despite Eddy's absence was worth it all! Plus the lavish praise which made him flush helped.

His director simply LOVED his antics with the murder scene and hoped he'd be able to provide a repeat performance for the rest of the plays run. Edd didn't know if he had the will power to do such a thing to Eddy over and over again but he timidly accepted the challenge anyway.

He was soaking his feet in a basin at home in a tub of water filled with Epson salt when Eddy burst through his door with out a by your leave.

"Well… you look like crap." He said as a way of greeting after taking one quick look of his friend.

Edd lifted his chin and pouted at Eddy, then looked away in what Eddy always thought of his condescending attitude.

"SOME of us worked very hard today on a certain play!" He snapped in irritation, still refusing to face Eddy.

Eddy rolled his eyes. "Hey, I got a frigging detention! Can't help that can I?" He sat on the edge of Edd's bed without asking for the boys permission.

"Yes… you COULD! You could have actually chosen to BEHAVE yourself today! I'm so disappointed in you right now, Eddy! We were counting on you! I was counting on you! I put my reputation on the line by bringing you into the group! How could you have behaved so… so… irresponsibly today of all days, Eddy!"

Eddy snorted. "YOU'RE reputation? That's what'cher so huffy 'bout? Hey! Just 'cause I don't let adults walk all over me like YOU do… you… self righteous… sanctimonious… you… you… PRIMA DONNA!" Eddy got up then and to Edd's surprise stormed out without another word.

Tears had pricked Edd's eyes at Eddy's hot words. The words stung him in no way anything else could especially because they had come out of Eddy's mouth. In a way Edd was a little impressed that Eddy even knew what sanctimonious and prima donna actually meant and it made him oddly proud for Eddy's sake. But his being upgraded by Eddy sorely out weighed anything else he might be feeling about that. The tears fell into his lap as he silently cried over a stupid fight that shouldn't have happened between them in the first place.

He hadn't slept well that night and in the morning only Ed was there at his door, greeting him with his usual impulsive smile. Eddy was conspicuously absent.

"Eddy went on ahead!" Ed said grinning. "Something 'bout not wanting to walk with a blow hard… or something! Double D? What's a blow hard?"

Blow hard? Edd frowned at Eddy's typical immature reactionary commentary and actions.

Edd harrumphed feeling insulted and started walking to school. Ed hurried to catch up.

"You want to know what a blow hard is, Ed?" At Ed's eager nod of the head, "Just look at Eddy and there you go!" Edd said a little heatedly.

During the first class they shared together, Edd had to put his hand over his mouth to cover his amusement as Ed kept staring at Eddy and invading the youth's personal space while doing so.

"I've looked and looked, Double D… but I don't see a blow hard!" Ed exclaimed loudly to Edd in the middle of class after being punched in the arm by Eddy.

Edd's face reddened at the sudden switch of attention upon him from everyone in class… including a scowling Eddy who'd turned in his chair to glare at his friend. Even the teacher gave Edd a raking look that made the lanky youth want to curl up and die right there in his chair. Once the bell rang, Edd was the first one out of his seat and out of the class for a change. He did his best to avoid his friends the rest of the day which made him lonely and upset that he was so ostracized. He was sure Ed missed him but did Eddy even care that he hadn't been around?

His mind went back to that one moment where Eddy had helped him walk in those heels, had his hands on his feet… and… and looked at him in that way that had made butterflies in his chest. Had it all been due to his love starved imagination? Was it really true that Eddy didn't think of him like that? If at all? It always hurt his heart when he wondered if Eddy cared about him at all. Sometimes it only felt like he was there to be taken advantage of by the surly young man. Could Eddy ever truly love anyone more then he loved himself?

The day crawled by while Edd was in his mood. What he wanted to do was crawl into bed, pull the covers over his head and hide from the world. But he had to go to rehearsal and pretend that everything was alright. The show must go on no matter how his mood reflected on his outlook of life. When it came to the scene he shared with Eddie, he took one swing and that was all he could muster. It never even came close to striking the stand in and now the ax hung there limply in his hand as he fought back tears.

The director yelled cut and came upon the stage much to Edd's disillusionment and begged for a performance that was more like the one the day before. Edd numbly replied he'd try. He reached back for the anger he'd felt that day, anger he'd felt had been justified in and while the second time through that scene was a good deal better then his first attempt that day it wasn't nearly as satisfying to the director.

"Whatever is going on with you right now has no place on this stage." The director was saying. "Everyone is counting on you to deliver a performance that will be a credit to both you and this troupe. Do what you have to do to find that… that spark you had yesterday that so impressed everyone! This is what being an actor is all about! You've got to fool everyone… even yourself so it comes across as the real thing! Do you get me?"

Edd nodded and tried to stifle a sniffle at the reprimand. "I get you." He nearly whispered back.

"Now, we'll do this again and I expect to believe you killed Eddie!"

Killed Eddie. Edd thought and the words prima donna and sanctimonious danced about in his head. Eddy had no right to be so rude to him! He deserved respect like everyone else! Eddy called HIM a blow hard? That was a laugh! The boy was the dictionary image of blow hardness! Edd felt himself start to burn with righteous anger once again at Eddy's mistreatment of him and let that be the driving force behind his actions during the scene.

The director must have liked his performance because he hadn't made them stop and Edd kept going until the end. His director came up to him and clapped his shoulder.

"There! Now THAT'S the sort of performance I expected! I believed! Now you just have to make that spark more readily available to you for every performance! You think you can do that?"

With Eddy on the stage with him, he thought he definitely COULD! "Yes, I don't think that'll be a problem now. Thanks."

Funny how it didn't make Edd feel much better.

To Be Continued…