A/N: Well... Hasn't it been a long time? The answer is yes, it has. I'm here with yet another Kevedd story that I hope you all enjoy. I hope you guys like what you read here, I will warn you that it is going to be a slow start. But hopefully you like it anyway.

Anxious

He had around fifteen minutes before his first period was going to start, so he had time to do some small touch ups to his locker. A little autumn cleaning if you would. Eddward hadn't been known for being a messy type but his uneven binders and loose sheets of paper just weren't having it. So this was clearly needed. To some, this might strike as odd but to most, they were used to him being obsessive with his cleanliness.

Straightening his books, he placed more into the locker from his bag. He then grabbed the bag by the straps and hung it on the single hook. Reaching into the back, he grabbed one of the many stocked moist towelette's. Grabbing a pair of gloves, he pulled them on and began wiping down everything. He sighed softly to himself as he made sure to get even the corners. It used to bother him that he was like this at times, but he couldn't help it. He just didn't feel right... not doing it. So after so much time passed, he decided it was alright to be different.

Leaning back, he looked over at his work, the locker was practically sparkling. Smiling to himself, he pulled off the gloves. Turning, his eyes met the clock hanging on the wall. He had ten minutes to spare before his first period class began. Enough to take his time today.

"Dude, seriously. Lay off."

His head spun to the source of the sound just to see the usual scene that played out in the halls before the morning bell. The loud sounds were coming from the football team, usually at least five together at all times. They were loud and rowdy, messing around all of the time. Even at the crack of dawn like this.

The current situation as it seemed was the quarterback of the team was pushed and one of his buddies were in a small laughing fit because of it. The quarterback, Kevin Barr was rubbing his arm, his face scrunched up as he looked at his buddy. Edd could only shake his head as he only thought how childish they acted. This was only out in the halls, if it were in the classrooms, it would only be worse.

As if feeling his stare, the ginger had turned his head, looking straight his way. Brows raising, he quickly turned his head back to his locker. Deciding he could discard his gloves on his way to class, he struggled to get his books. Hearing their voices getting louder, he was quick to shut the door. Moving his feet, he headed towards his class before they had the chance to reach where he was standing.

When he finally reached the door, he stopped to catch his breath. Looking behind him, he groaned at the thought of how embarrassing he had to have looked. He pushed himself just to get away from them. Trudging inside, he headed to his seat and sat down. Setting his books on the desk, he leaned back in his chair. Looking down at his hands, he sighed.

All four of his high school years, he had felt the same. He disliked the jocks and their attitudes. He didn't like the sports they played or the way they acted around each other. It frustrated him, he hated how much they bothered him.

The sound of the morning bell rung loudly throughout the room, followed by the start of the announcements. Looking up, he noticed the seats filling with students, their words filled with more excitement than usual. What was going on? He noticed his teacher wasn't trying too hard to stop all the commotion. Pulling out his books, he couldn't help but hear what the girl sitting next to him was saying.

Storm Elena. She was talking about the supposed biggest storm of the year coming tonight. He had heard about it in the news, though the name was pretty, the outcome of it was not. They had actually reported a tornado watch, as if it were actually going to be that bad. He was very skeptical, how couldn't he be? In the eighteen years he had lived in the cul de sac, there had not been a single storm big enough to cause any damage. Ever. So he did think all of this excitement and attention was unnecessary. What made things even worse, this was the first topic to come out of his teachers mouth! The woman actually started stating off the procedures in case something happened during the school day. Apparently the principal told all the staff to remind us. He was probably the only one who wasn't freaking out about all this nonsense.

He held the urge to roll his eyes and rested his head on his propped up arm. He figured this would be the topic of discussion for the rest of the day. Once tomorrow would roll around, everyone would talk about how silly all the hype was. Giving off a small sigh, he was already ready to start the real part of class; the learning part.

Unfortunately for him, by the time that decided to come, the bell was already ringing. When he reached the next class, he wasn't surprised by the same topic being brought up in the next class. Atleast there was some learning in this class. By the third, the excitement had died down enough finally that he was able to enjoy it completely. Once that class was over, he was ready for lunch.

Seeing Ed devour his food and Eddy rant on and on about a grade he got on his test did help lift his mood. Opening up his lunch bags, he began pulling out a few containers.

"I don't know how you do it Double D, that looks disgusting." Eddy was leaning back on his chair, watching Edd take off the lids.

"Is it because it's healthy or because it's not coated in grease?" Edd asked, grabbing his fork. "Because I think this smells," He took a quick bite. "And tastes delicious." He explained, swallowing his food quickly. He looked over at Eddy's sloppy joe, his nose scrunched up. The hamburger was falling off the bread, its liquid fat coating the plate. "That looks disgusting." He chuckled when Eddy grabbed it off his plate and shoved it in his mouth. "We all have our preferences it seems."

Eating their food, he was surprise by the fact that the two weren't talking about the main topic of the day. Maybe they were as tired of hearing about it as he was. It was relieving and he enjoyed it nonetheless but he was still surprised. Leaning back in his chair, he let his eyes wander around the large cafeteria. All around them were loud conversation, some he could pick out, others sounding like nonsense. It was funny actually, the way people were sitting. You could tell who were in each group.

Looking back to his food, he ate silently as he listened to his two friends banter back and forth. Packing up his containers after finishing his meal, the three of them sat and talked through many topics while they waited for the bell to ring. Even though he was eager to learn, he was ready to go home.

Of course when that time came, they had to announce something about school having the chance of not being open tomorrow and to watch for that on the local news station. He thought it was foolish as he grabbed his belongings from his locker. As long as it didn't effect his perfect zero absents record, he didn't care.

Walking alongside the other students who were eager to leave, he was taken off guard by the large gust of wind outside. Latching his hand onto his hat, he looked around. Everything looked normal, the trees were just swaying back and forth. Gripping his hat with one hand and his bag with his other, he began towards his home. Unlike his middle school, this place was a bit further away. So the walk was around twenty or so minutes he calculated.

The wind blew every few seconds, he didn't want to risk letting go of his stuff. He moved quickly, eager to get home. Seeing his house only a bit away made his feet move faster. He was almost there, he was tired of holding onto his belongings like he was going to lose them. Stopping at his mailbox, he grabbed what was inside. Moving away, he began walking up the drive way. He stopped suddenly when seeing a large branch laying in the grass in front of his porch. It belonged to the crooked tree right in front of his house.

Staring at the tree, he frowned. The tree bugged him, the way it had decided not to grow straight like the other trees. He asked his parents to get it cut down but they denied. It was there since his mother was young. Memories or not, the tree was ignorant.

With another gust of wind, he made the quick decision to go inside. Of course once he shut the door, he was greeted by silence. Placing his stuff on the kitchen table, he looked around. His mother must have left while he was at school. But where this time?

Looking down at the mail he gathered, he flipped through it until one caught his attention. It was from a college, not too far away. The time was coming quicker than he hoped. Fortunately for him, his father was a professor at a high end college, one that was nearly impossible to get accepted in. For Edd, he got his ticket through that, not like he would have a problem with his grades or anything. The only downside would be the fact that it was very far away. So goodbye Peach Creek. Honestly, he felt that getting away from this small town would be good for him. So thanks to that, he didn't need to worry about all this mail coming in. Crumpling the envelope, he tossed it in the trash.

Moving to the fridge, he noticed a blue sticky note. It was from his mother, the curly cursive letters known to him. Apparently dinner was already ready for him. There was another note underneath that one, it explained that she wouldn't be back for a few days. Pulling them from the fridge, he sighed softly and dropped them in the trash next to the envelope. Going back to the fridge, he pulled it open and looked inside. Digging around, he grabbed the wrapped plate and put it in the microwave.

Once he was sitting on his couch with his food in his lap, he decided to turn on some news. Maybe something interesting was happening. It was talking about the weather. The warnings were running across the bottom of the screen. He thought about the thick branch sitting on the lawn and bit his lip. There really had never been a tornado in Peach Creek but what if? He would be fine, right? He had a basement, he had a lot of candles in case the power decided to go out. He would be fine. He felt a bit silly for needing to reassure himself like this but he couldn't help it.

Quickly turning the channel, he was relieved to see a documentary on fish being played. Shoulders falling, he sat back and enjoyed learning while he continued eating his meal.

A/N: So I'm going to try to make longer chapters for this story unlike the others. At least 2,000 for each, or hopefully close to it. Now for those who read the last story and noticed I deleted it rather quickly, you don't have to worry about that with this one. I already have nearly 20,000 words written and there is no way I am letting that go to waste. So back to this chapter, if you guys enjoyed, please let me know what you think. I read every single review no matter when you write it. Thanks for reading and I'll see you guys in the next chapter.