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RevealED

Disclaimer: If I owned EEnE, the guys would be flirting with each other, there would be notes on the side for each episode, and the straight little boys who watched it would be disgusted!

Chapter 1:Momma's Little Ed

A gentle breeze blew across the way, the magenta, melancholy blue, and indigo colored trees shivering slightly in the cold night. I'd like to bring your attention to a small, and not that interesting area, called Peach Creek Cul-de-sac. Ah, don't click on the backspace button on your computer yet! Amuse me, humor me, and read on, for this will become a good read… I think…

Now, if we just zoom in the back yard of a… house that disturbingly looks like a Barbie-shudder-replica(if you don't believe me, watch Momma's Little Ed! You'll see what I mean!), except plainer, you'll see through the window, a young man-wearing a slightly dirtied white undershirt, light orange boxers with blue polka dots, and a hair net, holding down his spiky brown hair, and only revealing three strands on the back of his neck-carrying a cup of warm milk, the steam trailing after him as he approached his bed, and a large red book tucked under his arm. Another young man-wearing a black beanie with a stripe on the side, three strands of his own unknown form or shape of hair sticking out of the back of the hat, a blue robe being used as his sleeping ware-was lying in the bed, watching as the other approached, a anticipating smile on his lips.

Sitting on the stool next to the bed, his face showing distaste and boredom, he set the book down on the floor, before he inquired,

"Nice and comfy Double D?" his voice slightly scratchy, his tone tired, his lime green tongue showing.

The boy in the bed simply continued to smile, before he questioned-though it was really an order hidden inside the question-,

"Tuck me Eddy?" the gap in his teeth being revealed. The other pulled the blanket up to the boy's chin, before he let his hand tuck one side of the bed under the other, earning a sigh, his eyelids drooping.

"Thank you Eddy…" he murmured, a light teal tongue peeking through his lips, smiling as he closed his sky blue eyes.

The short boy gave a slight look of disgust, before he bent down to pick up the milk, standing and leaning over the other as he dipped the spoon into the slightly frothy, warm liquid, blowing on the utensil before he lifted it to the obviously taller boy's lips.

"Here's your warm milk." He said, watching as the taller boy sipped on the spoon contentedly, his eyes open once more, though his lids drooped. When he finished, he threw the spoon over his shoulder, the glass mysteriously gone, before he sat down once more and picked up the book he had been carrying previously, opening it near the middle.

"Biology for the Astute." The tall boy said, his tone appreciative and impressed. "Good choice Eddy."

The short boy only answered by reading, annoyance and distaste clear on his face, the tall boy listening, his eyes showing content.

"And so, from a still pond, a young mosquito, also known as an l-larv…" he squinted his brown eyes at the word, before he turned to the taller boy, shoving the book in his face. "What's this word?"

"'Larva' Eddy." He answered, not at all bothered by the fact that his friend had asked him.

The short boy pulled back, annoyance and boredom on his face.

"Oh yeah. Where was I?" he muttered, looking for his place.

"You know Eddy," began the tall boy, closing his eyes for a moment, before he opened them. "Usually before bed, Mother or Father would massage my feet."

As the short boy had listened, he held a look that said, 'Why would I want to know?'; before it was traded for a terrified and shocked look.

"It relaxes me so…" the tall boy ended, sighing, holding out a bottle of lotion, one of his delicate feet in the short boy's face.

The short boy cowered back, clutching onto the book, biting his lower lip, before he looked away calling,

"ED!" fretfully, before he looked back, whimpering and shivering in fear.

These two boys are known as Edward-or Eddy-Skipper What'shisname, and Eddward-or Double D-Marian Whatchamacallit. They've been friends for a while, since they were two to be exact. The boy that Eddy had called, Ed, was another of their friends, Edward-or Ed-Somethingorother. Eddy and the tall Ed had been friends since they were born, the yellow skinned boy with no chin being loyal… if missing a few brain cells.

"Now remember to rub gently Eddy," Double D advised, giving the lotion bottle to one of Eddy's shaking hands. "I bruise easily. And not too much lotion. At least the size of a nickel."

Eddy shook his head, trying to get his body functioning properly and to drop the terror.

"N-no way I'm doin' that!" he stuttered, squeezing the closed lotion bottle to relieve some stress.

Double D pouted slightly, wanting to convince his friend to make him happy.

"Please Eddy? My feet are clean, and have no unpleasant odor whatsoever." He offered, his sky blue eyes pleading.

Eddy glared at the other for a moment, before he grumbled angrily and popped the cap on the bottle.

"You owe me…" he muttered, squirting out the lotion onto his palm, the white liquid cold against his skin.

Double D smiled gratefully.

"Thank you Eddy. You're a good friend." He told the other, earning a grunt from the short boy.

His brown eyes filled with regret as he rubbed the lotion against his palm, warming it. Why had he let Ed guilt trip him? Why had he let Double D stay? It wasn't fair. They had just wanted to pull a prank! Who knew that Double D was actually dumb enough to think it was his parent's hand writing? Certainly not Eddy. His friend should have been smarter than that… And when he told him what he did, not wanting the smart boy to stay with him, he had dismissed it as a lie to get him to leave. He was partly correct. And now, he was paying for his actions, well, Ed's actions he mostly just watched, and had to rub Double D's stupid feet.

Double D shivered slightly when Eddy's hands touched his left foot, his warm, slick hands sending shocks through his thin skin and to his brain.

Eddy raised an eyebrow at the slight shiver, before he looked back down at the dainty foot, his thumbs rubbing against the soft skin gently. It was then that he noticed that the lotion smelled of vanilla, a very innocent scent if he thought about it.

"Scented lotion? What are ya? A girl?" he muttered, his fingers on the top of Double D's foot kneading gently.

Double D sighed, his eyes half lidded as he watched Eddy massage his feet.

"Eddy, that scent is therapeutic for me. It makes me relaxed. You're really good at this…" he murmured, closing his eyes.

Eddy rolled his eyes.

"Wow. That means so much to me Double D you don't even know." he said sarcastically, his thumbs moving down to massage Double D's heel. He paused when a small giggle left Double D's lips, glancing up to the child prodigy, who was smiling slightly, eyes still closed.

Looking back to the foot, he repeated the motion, looking back up to Double D as the same sound came out, frowning.

"Jeeze Double D, don't giggle. Gigglin's for girls." He told the other.

Double D opened one eye, the sky blue orb showing slight annoyance.

"I can't exactly control the way I laugh Eddy." He told him.

"Whatever." Eddy muttered, looking back at the foot. "I can't believe I'm doing this…" he whispered to himself, dropping the left foot and squirting more lotion onto his hand. As he rubbed his hands together, he glanced over at Double D, noticing that he was staring at him.

"What?" he asked, his tone irritated, watching as Double D blinked.

"Nothing. Why are you asking?" Double D questioned, slipping out his right leg and raising it up so that Eddy wouldn't have to reach under the covers.

Eddy narrowed his eyes at Double D, thinking the answer was obvious.

"You were staring at me," he said.

Double D nodded.

"I was waiting for you to rub my other foot." He answered.

Eddy looked back to his hands.

"Oh." He said. What had he thought the reason was for anyway? He pauses for a second in warming the lotion. The hell? Why was he even wondering? He then continued with the activity, before he took Double D's foot in his hand, earning another shudder.

After a few minutes of silence, Eddy trying to think of what he had thought the reason his friend was looking at him might have been, and Double D sighing quietly and giggling softly as Eddy rubbed his foot.

"Hey, Double D," Eddy started, earning a slight hum from his friend. "Where the hell am I supposed to sleep tonight?"

Without opening his eyes, Double D gently scolded, "Language Eddy." Before he opened them. "I thought you would sleep in the bed as well."

Eddy paused in his massage, looking up at the boy.

"… You've got to be kidding me?" he questioned, an eyebrow raised, his brown eyes holding a 'What you talkin' 'bout Sock Head?' look.

Double D shook his head.

"Of course I'm not Eddy. It's perfectly fine. I wouldn't want you to sleep on the ground. And neither would I. It would be most uncomfortable."

Eddy furrowed his brow.

"But we're both guys."

Double D blinked.

"Isn't it better that we are? Now, if I was a girl, I would probably make you sleep on the floor, since its pure principle. But, since we're both of the male gender, we can both have the bed."

Eddy stared at the other, un-amused. "You're serious." He stated.

Double D raised an eyebrow.

"I am. Is there something wrong with two boys sleeping in the same bed? When we would have sleepovers when we were younger, you didn't seem to mind Eddy."

Eddy cleared his throat.

"That's because we were young back then Double D. Now that we're men, we need to sleep separately." He informed the other, making Double D roll his eyes.

"Men Eddy? We're pre-teens." He corrected, before he wiggled his toes. "Still young enough to sleep together."

Eddy grumbled, resuming rubbing Double D's feet.

"I'll just sleep on the floor…"

"No, no." Double D insisted. "You'll sleep in the bed. No friend of mine will be subjected to the hard floor." He said, smiling reassuringly.

Eddy shook his head.

"Double D, why are you always so… what's the word?... Insistent, about everything?" he questioned, earning a surprised look from Double D.

"Insistent? I didn't know you had that word in your vocabulary Eddy."

"Ha, ha. Very funny." Eddy muttered.

Double D smiled, giggling slightly. "I suppose… But, Eddy, surely, you can just give it a try. If you don't like it, you can sleep on the floor tomorrow night."

"No." Eddy answered flatly.

Double D sighed, trying to think of how to get Eddy to sleep in his bed. He didn't want his friend to have a bad night's sleep. He then smiled when a brilliant idea came to him.

"Eddy," he started, looking up at his friend.

"What Sock Head?" he asked, not even sparing the boy a glance.

"I'll give you a quarter if you wake up and hate the fact you slept in the same bed as me." He held back a giggle as Eddy's head shot up, brown eyes wide, the pupils formed into cash signs.

"Where did you get a quarter?!" Eddy exclaimed. "We could have used it for Jaw Breakers!"

Double D looked away.

"That's not important. Do we have a deal?" he questioned, inwardly knowing Eddy's answer.

"You bet!" Eddy exclaimed, pressing hard against Double D's foot.

Double D gasped as sharp electric shocks coursed up his body, slight pain radiating from his foot.

"E-eddy… my foot…" he managed, making Eddy look down, noticing he was pretty much squeezing Double D's foot. He let go, letting the foot drop to the bed.

"Whoa, didn't notice I was pressing hard. Sorry Sock Head."

Double D smiled slightly, wincing a bit as he slipped his leg and foot back under the covers.

"No problem Eddy. It was a mistake." He then pulled the right corner of the duvet down, and patted the revealed space. "Time for both of us to go to bed."

Eddy stared at the spot, before he sighed, standing.

"I'm not gonna like it, so you better be ready to cough up the cash after this Sock Head." He told his friend, walking around to the other side of the bed and slipping into the slightly cold space.

Double D smiled.

"Whatever you sat Eddy." He said gently, before he turned onto his side, facing away from Eddy. "Goodnight Eddy. Pleasant dreams."

Eddy grunted, laying in the same direction and closing his eyes.

"Ditto Sock Head."

After a few minutes, Double D's slow and soft breathing could be heard, while Eddy stared blankly at his friend's back. He couldn't sleep. It was weird to have Double D laid next to him. As he stared, he began to notice that Double D had a girlish figure, one that Nazz would probably die for. And his skin was paler than anyone's in the Cul-de-sac, the moonlight shining through his window illuminating that fact.

He blinked, before he furrowed his brow. Why was he thinking like this? It was creepy how Double D being around him at night, when they were alone, made him think of his overly smart friend. He listened to his breaths, relaxed and calm, a perfect rhythm. He then noticed the soft scent coming from Double D… like vanilla and cinnamon… Weird. The short boy began to feel his eyelids droop as the minutes ticked on, Double D's even breaths encouraging him to sleep. He shifted slightly, to get more comfortable, closing his eyes and sighing. It wasn't so bad, sleeping next to his friend, in his bed. Now that his body had gotten used to lying down, it felt much warmer than it did when he was alone… Maybe he could deal with this while Double D was here… and maybe like it… not that he would ever admit it.

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"Eddy… Eddy…" Eddy grumbled as the soft murmur of his name reached his ears.

"Mmng… Five more minutes…" he muttered, breathing deeply as he registered a soft, sweet smell.

A sigh was heard above him.

"Eddy, quarter…" the voice said in a sing-song tone, making Eddy's eyes snap open and his body spring up quickly.

"Where, where?!" he exclaimed, turning his head this way and that. When his brown eyes laid on Double D, he paused. His friend was staring at him, a slightly amused expression on his face his arms crossed across his chest.

"What?" he asked, his tone suggesting that he thought Double D was sizing him up.

Double D then smiled slightly.

"Did you know that you clutch your pillow to yourself Eddy?" he questioned, before he laughed lightly, slipping out of bed and tightening his robe.

Eddy grumbled, annoyed.

"Whatever…"

"Also, how was your sleep?" Double D asked, looking over his shoulder as he went to one of Eddy's dressers.

Eddy blinked.

"Huh?"

"Our bet. Surely you haven't forgotten?" he questioned, pulling out a red shirt.

"Oh, oh right!" Eddy exclaimed, rubbing his hands together greedily.

Double D rolled his eyes.

"So? How did you sleep?"

Eddy smirked.

"How did I sleep? How did I sleep? I'll tell you how I slept! I slept- I slept-" he paused, blinking in realization. He had slept… well. Great in fact. That meant he didn't get the quarter! But! But could just lie and say he slept horribly!

"Well?" Double D questioned, turning around to face Eddy, his clothes neatly hung over his arm.

"… Good." Eddy answered, shocked with himself for admitting it.

Double D smiled.

"That's wonderful. Well, now that that's settled, I'll go take a shower if you don't mind." He said, walking away from Eddy and towards the bathroom door.

As it closed, Eddy slipped out of bed, rubbing the back of his head. Why had he told the truth? He could have gotten a quarter! Oh well, no use complaining about it. His precious chance to get some cash was gone…

After picking out his clothes-the usual-for the day, Eddy waited by the door to his bathroom, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Hurry up Sock Head! Other people need to take showers too you- know?" he ended, his tone surprised as the door opened and Double D peeked his head out, a towel wrapped securely around it, his chest showing slightly in the door, rivulets of water slowly dripping down and disappearing beyond the door. A light dusting of steam leaked out from the bathroom, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon radiating from Double D

"Would you let me get dressed Eddy? I'm almost finished!" he said, a faint blush on his cheeks from the heat of the shower.

Eddy nodded, staring up at him.

"R-right Sock Head… Got it." He murmured, earning an odd look from Double D, before he ducked back in, and closed the door.

Eddy stared at the door, wondering why his throat felt so dry, and why his heart had picked up speed. The only thing that he knew so far was that living with Double D was going to be hell.

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Alright! So I'll be updating every day on this ok? I'm following most of the episodes starting with season 2, so… yeah! It's something you can read while I work on my Ouran High School Host Club story! Also, It'll only be from 11:am-7:pm or earlier that I can be on the internet since ours is out of whack, and I have to go the Library to get access. Forgive me! &bows& Also, The next episode will be, For Your Eds Only. It's when Eddy steals Sarah's diary!

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