There was nothing unusual about the blue house at the edge of the cul-de-sac. It was 2 stories and everything about it was well kept. The door, shutter and mailbox were a bright shade of purple, possibly hinting to the average eye that there were more females in the house than males.

That average eye would be incorrect. At the very moment I tell this, there is only one person in the house and he is a male. To be specific, he is a young boy, a young child. Actually, he wasn't much of a child, then as a teen or a pre-teen, but either way, he was young enough. The parents, both of them, were not in the house; they hadn't been since two AM that morning.

The boy, Eddward Marion, didn't mind being alone in his humble abode of course. He had become used to it after the first few years.

This story isn't about Eddward's house though, or how old he was. This story isn't about where his parents are. This story is about Eddward. Of course, they don't call him that. His name to his friends switches from 'Edd', to 'Double D' because of the two d's at the end of his name, to 'Sock Head' because of the strange sock like hat he always wears over his head.

Whether you call him Edd, Double D, Eddward or Sock Head really doesn't matter though. In fact, you could call him Jack and it wouldn't mess up the story. I suppose I should just get on with the story now, instead of ranting? Yes, I do believe I should. So, here you have it, finally, after reading all this, you get the story.

XxXxX

The house was silent as Edd sat up slowly in his bed. The room was pitch black as for the fact that it was still extremely early and that he had the blinds down over his window. He climbed out of bed and fumbled around his room, searching for the light switch. It didn't take long to find it of course. Once he did, he flipped it on. Light flooded the room, causing him to wince from surprise.

He shook it off though and walked over to his closet. He set his feet in the clearly marked outlines and his closet slowly slid open, revealing a set of toiletries and a hat rack for each day of the week. Edd grabbed the hat for Saturday and set it on his arm. He grabbed a few of the toiletries and carefully opened his door, heading down the hall to his bathroom.

Knowing that he had little time before his friends called, he took a quick shower, but not a sloppy one. Nothing was worse than germs for poor mysophobic Edd. Making haste, he slipped a reddish orange t-shirt over his head and slipped on his favorite pair of purple shorts. He slid his favorite red socks on, making sure they went well over his knees.

Then he slipped his trademark black ski hat over his blonde hair, looking into the mirror to be sure that the hat covered his entire head. He didn't want the scars to be seen. They had been seen once already and he didn't want to have to answer questions. After seeing that it did, he exited the bathroom and quietly headed down the steps to the kitchen. Like he expected, there was a green sticky note on the table.

Dear Edward, it began.

Edd sighed.

"No worries, mother will get my name correct soon enough," he muttered to himself.

After breakfast, I'd appreciate if you'd be kind enough to fix up the guest room before we get home tonight. Your father is having his boss over and if any thing is out of order, we'll ground you and make you stay at home away from your friends.

Sincerely,

Mom

Edd nodded. It could've been worse. He opened the pantry and took out a single slice of bread. He set it in the toaster as he got the butter out of the refrigerator. He didn't have much of an appetite and he wanted to fix up the guest room as soon as possible. He heard the toast pop out of the toaster just as he pulled a plate down from the cabinets. He put it on the plate and carefully buttered it. The second he was sure that every inch was covered, he put the butter back into the refrigerator and set the butter knife into the dishwasher after carefully rinsing it off.

He took a seat at the kitchen table and looked at the two empty chairs beside him. They had always been empty, ever since he could remember. He ate his toast carefully, but no matter how careful he was, the crust got stuck in the gap between his front teeth.

"Oh, how discomposing! Why must this happen repetitively to me?" he asked, annoyed.

He sighed and set the empty plate into the dishwasher and turned it on. He went back upstairs and thoroughly brushed his teeth. Seeing that the bread piece stayed in the gap between his teeth, he flossed it out, clearly disgusted. Having completed that, he headed for the guest room.

To the normal eye, it would've been spotless. To Edd's eyes, it was filthy. The curtains were dusty, the covers on the bed were uneven, there was a small stain on the curtain, and the lamp's shade was tilted! How disastrous!

"Filthy, filthy, filthy!" Edd remarked.

He turned to the closet in the hall for a duster, a vacuum, glass cleaner and a Febreze plug in. One could never be too careful! Then he began to work.

XxXxX

Roughly an hour later at 6 AM, the guest bedroom was officially spotless and smelt like soft jasmine. Edd was exhausted, but it was worth it. He carefully placed the cleaning supplies back into the closet and went up to his room, his carefully labeled room. He didn't collapse on the bed like most people would after cleaning for an hour at a really early time in the day.

Instead, he carefully made his bed, making sure the surface was flat before turning to his bookshelf and pulling out a book on brain damage. He had checked it out from the local library yesterday and was at a part where they talked about how concussions are received and how to check if you have one. He gently sat on the edge of the book and cracked open the book to where he last was.

XxXxX

"YO SOCKHEAD!" Eddy yelled angrily, banging his fists on Double D's front door.

"Maybe he was eaten by a giant chicken," Ed suggested.

"You're a giant chicken," Eddy shot back, before continuing to pound away at the door.

Edd opened the door quickly, not giving Eddy enough time to stop pounding away. Edd got smacking by the swinging fists. He fell to the floor.

"Good Lord, man!" Edd cried out from the floor.

Eddy paid no mind to his friend's pain.

"What took you so long?" he asked impatiently.

"I was lost in the world set by the desirable piece I was reading upstairs," Edd explained.

"I like pancakes too Double D," Ed said.

Edd smiled.

"Yes, I suppose they are quite enjoyable," he agreed.

"Anyway Sock Head, I have a scam in mind! No way it'll fail!" Eddy grinned, slicking back his black hair with his hand.

"Like all of your other eminent scams?" Double D asked, folding his arms over his chest.

Then he realized the door was open and he quickly closed it. Eddy shook his head.

"No, this one will really work! I swear! It's like this..."

XxXxX

"I told you that it would not work," Double D smirked.

"Then why didn't you stop me Sock Head?" he yelled angrily, rubbing his bruised forehead.

For those of you that don't know, getting hit over the head with a wooden stand by a furious Sarah is never good. Ed didn't seem bothered though. He still had the alien costume on.

"You know you can take that off, right monobrow?" Eddy asked Ed.

Ed nodded.

"Yes, but it's harder to eat gravy when the stove's turned off Eddy," Ed said.

"Pardon me?" Double D asked, confused.

Eddy shrugged.

"Double D, what are you doing tonight?" he asked.

"Mother and Father invited Father's boss over in an attempt to win him over," Double D said, adjusting his hat.

"Can I come over? My parents are heading down to LA til Monday morning," Eddy said.

Double D shook his head.

"Father and Mother wouldn't allow it. Besides, the guest room will be occupied," Double D explained.

"Man, your parents are so uptight!" Eddy complained.

"Nothing spooks the chickens more than a fox with scrambled eggs," Ed grinned.

"That's it Lumpy! We can scare your parents out of the house!" Eddy grinned as if it was the most brilliant idea he had ever heard of.

Double D's eyes widened.

"I-I, no, that would not... Mother and Father would be most displeased," he said more to himself than Eddy.

"It's settled. We're scaring your parents out!" Eddy was already bouncing with excitement.

"Eddy, no! Mother and Father... no, they wouldn't like it! I would get in ever so much trouble!" Double D sounded terrified.

"Come on Sock Head, lighten up!"

"Can't you stay the night with Ed? It wouldn't be a burden, would it Ed?" Double D turned to the tallest of the trio.

"Nope," he said the first words that night that made a bit of sense.

"See? Or you could stay in your own house, unsupervised as you always wished for," Edd suggested.

Eddy shrugged.

"I guess..."

Hearing that, Edd headed off towards his house. He was sure that his parents would be home any second and he wanted to be there to help fix up dinner.

"Good bye Double D," Ed called, waving.

As he walked off, Eddy turned to Ed.

"Have you ever seen Sock Head's parents?" he asked.

"I think Double D hatched from a cabbage," Ed said simply.

"That'd explain why his tongue is green," Eddy agreed and the two walked down the sidewalk.

This is my first Ed, Edd n' Eddy fic. How'd I do? Don't flame me too bad!