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It was 12 AM on a school night and Edd was regrettably awake. She had planned to go to bed at the reasonable hour of 9 PM. That did not happen, instead she is in her bedroom, staring at the ceiling and listening to the rhythmic chirp of crickets outside. Oh curse all. She could have been doing school work to make use of this insomnia but she had foolishly hoped she'd be asleep by now. Then she hears a tapping on the window. More so it being hit. She sits up and sighs, putting on slippers to walk the short distance to the window. She opens it just in time to get hit in the face with a rock. She flinches, hand going up to hold her cheek, and glares down at her beloved friends on the ground.
“Sockhead! Get down here and let us in!” Eddy shouts, grinning. In his hand he has a bag. Ed stands next to him, licking a rock.
“No, I won't be doing that!” She says back down, voice only slightly raised. It is late, she doesn't want to wake the neighbors.
“If you don't let us in I'll give Kevin those photos I took of y-” Eddy begins, but Edd cuts him off quickly.
“Fine! I'll be down shortly!” She hears the lads cheer before she closes the window. She groans, already blushing from the thought of Kevin seeing those photos.
She makes her way downstairs, only now wondering what her friends could want with her at 12 AM on a school night. There's no way Eddy wants to plan a scam, once they entered high school she put her foot down about not involving her in scams anymore.
She opens the door and Ed comes barreling in, tackling her with a hug as Eddy comes in too and closes it. How courteous.
“Lumpy! Your shoes!” Eddy says to the tallest one, his own shoes already taken off. Ed pouts and sets Edd down to do so as well.
Despite her annoyance, Edd smiles at her friends’ attempts to have manners. But of course, her attention goes to the bag Eddy is holding.
“Is- is that marijuana!?” She wants to scold her friend, but it's too late, Ed’s already picked her up and is carrying her up stairs. To her room. Oh dear, they're going to smoke weed in her room.
Ed plops her face down on the bed and pats her on the head. Great. Is this happening? She pushes herself up.
“So yeah my big bro sent me more weed as a peace offering! Man, he's so cool!” Eddy says, clearing off a desk to lay out his materials. The weed, paper, a lighter.
Ed smiles. “Weed makes me focus.”
“That's great, Ed…” She responds, defeated. “Why are- why are we doing this in my room?”
“Because my parents get on my ass about it when we do it at my house! And Sarah always says to give her some or else she'll tattle when we do it at Ed's!” He swivels the chair around to face the other two, a freshly rolled joint in one hand and the lighter in the other. “Your parents are never home, so I've decided your place will be our spot! It's genius!”
Edd thinks she would rather have let Kevin see those photos of her. It would be awkward, and it would ruin any friendship that had been developing between them in the past few weeks, but certainly it would be better than this.
“Do I have to partake in this?” She asks.
“Nah, it's chill if you don't want to, we will hotbox your room though!” Eddy then lights up.
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20 minutes later, Edd feels a bit floaty. Eddy is talking about a webcomic called Homestuck and Ed is writing furiously in a notebook. Edd giggles from her place on the bed.
“Whatcha laughing about, Sockhead?” Eddy asks. “Ya should be taking Homestuck seriously! It's important!” He points at her. Ed hands the weed back to him.
“Your obsession with this webcomic is so cute, Eddy!” She says and touches the tips of their fingers together. “This ‘Bro Strider’ and Dave remind me of your Bro and you.”
Eddy gasps, looking offended. Then he thinks about it, hands the joint to her, and puts his head in his hands.
“Sockhead… that's the worst thing you've ever said to me…” He sniffles.
Edd holds the joint away at arm's length. This is the second one of the night, not because they smoked the first but because Ed ate it. Edd hasn't smoked anything yet, she's mostly been going off secondhand. And she doesn't think it's affecting her all that much. The smell is having more impact than the weed itself, surely. She brings it to her lips and inhales. Her cheeks puff out and eyes water.
“Wait no Edd holding it in doesn't do anything!!” Eddy shouts.
Edd immediately begins coughing. Lord it burns! How could anyone ever enjoy this!
“Guys!” Ed finally looks away from his insane chicken scratch writings. “Kevin!” He points to the window, across the cul-de-sac. Sure enough, in his own room is Kevin, he seems to be working on homework.
“Ha! Fucking loser!” Eddy shouts with a laugh. He goes to the window and opens it, letting a bunch of smoke out. Then he starts yelling.
“Hey Shovelchin! Carrothead!! Ya damn loser!” He laughs, falling to the floor. Kevin, whose window is also open it seems, looks over, bewildered. From this distance, Edd can see him glaring at the trio.
She feels bad for him. Poor Kevin is alone on this fine evening when he could be having fun with them! She gets up and goes to the window. And this is the part that will haunt her dreams forever.
She lifts up her nightshirt. She isn't binding, not wearing a bra. Her breasts are embarrassingly large. She gets ahold of herself and immediately covers back up and shuts the window. She just flashed Kevin. Oh no. She just revealed to Kevin that she's a girl!
She doesn't remember the rest of the night, only that she had immediately kicked her friends out and swore to never do drugs ever again.
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The next morning, Edd does not want to go to school. Or leave the house. Or exist. She is full of shame and embarrassment. Ed and Eddy are skipping school today, and for once she might do so as well. Her room still smells like the accursed drug she partook in.
The doorbell goes off. Oh no. It's the police. The police are here to arrest her for smoking weed and flashing someone. She hurries out of bed and races downstairs to plead her innocence. She remembers to put on her slippers but neglects to remember buttoning her nightshirt up.
It isn't the police at the door. It's worse. It's Kevin. He seems nervous. She immediately slams the door back shut, but that's rude, so she opens it again.
“Can- can I help you, Kevin?” Her eye twitches. He looks down, blushes, then looks back up again. She also looks down. Her shirt is unbuttoned. She's flashed him. Again. “Actually. I can't help you.” She goes to close the door again but he stops her.
“Go put on some clothes, Double Dee. Let me wait down here and I'll drive ya to school.” He seems so… weirdly calm with the situation.
“I- uh- well alright.” She lets him in and goes about her morning routine on autopilot.
All things considered, things are not going as bad as she thought…