Babysitters are supposed to know this stuff. ♥

"I believe that if I continue at the rate to which I’m progressing through the books, I shall get 4 and a half done by the end of this week! A slight improvement over my last record, actually." He chuckled to himself, then remembering it was Nazz in his presence; Double D figured she, like the rest of the cul-de-sac, didn’t pursue such a literary path such as he.

Refocusing herself, she stared at the essay prompt in question, as if the printed words might slip up and give her the answer to the essay question.  But, of course, no such luck.  Bummer.

"The essay is supposed to be about how successful people can still feel unaccomplished.  It's weird.  Wouldn't, like, successful people always feel totally confident in themselves?"

It was a past time and hobby that Double D thoroughly enjoyed day in and day out. Sure, his colleagues didn’t exactly approve of any literary merit and would rather waste their summer days lazing around or playing Space Outlaws, but that didn’t stop the boy from continuing otherwise.

"Yes, invigorating… most intriguing!" 

The Peach Creek library seemed quieter than usual; it was no surprise considering that summer constituted outside activities and whatnot. As Double D would dart his eyes from word to word, page to page, that’s when he noticed someone calling out his name. It was of a familiar voice too!

"H-… huh? Oh!"

"Anyway, what brings you here, Double D?" Wanting to get a better view of Edd, she gently pushed aside one of her stacks of books.  But, unfortunately, it promptly toppled onto the floor instead.  Nazz gave another sheepish grin at the sight.

In reality, however, she had been walking from her office to the reception area, seeing how a certain receptionist—one that Ms. Bellum had taken somewhat of a liking too in a friendly sense—had called her down, claiming that there was a package left for her. It didn’t take her long to finally put her paperwork aside—she had actually been working on a few things that were due in the future; and besides, she enjoyed having small conversations with this receptionist—before she strutted down the hallway to find a decent-sized package awaiting her arrival along with the unknown presence of a young blonde girl.

She cradled the brown package in her arms as if it were a child; a lone, brown string tied itself all around the box and into a small bow for easier means to carry it. Her sultry tone with a few quiet laughs carried over the desk of the young freckled receptionist across from her before she finally turned to return back to her office. However, before she could take off once more, an unseen mass collided with her thigh and threw off Sara’s balance, as well as the package that had been in her arms. It landed on the floor with an unattractive thud and what—unfortunately—sounded like a cracking of some sort, but it wasn’t Sara’s main focus at the moment. Instead, she was turned around, now offering a slender, light mocha-colored hand out to the young girl who was on the floor of City Hall, moaning about how uncool her actions were.

Snapping back to reality, Nazz hesitantly took the hand and allowed the stranger to help her up. She was grateful that she wasn't being yelled at or berated for her actions, though the glances of the others around her still made her feel a bit awkward. The blonde's normally smooth and confidant sounding voice was a little shaky,  "Yeah, totally fine.  Thanks, miss."

"First comes love, then comes marriage!"

"T-Shirt"

"First comes love, then comes marriage!"

"N-Nazz? A party!?” Two unexpected factors culminated within mere seconds! Think, Eddward, don’t mess up your chances this time!

"Ah, that’d be great! I mean, absolutely splendid to go to! I’m sure both Eddy and Ed would be delighted to attend as well!”

"Me? Of course I’m okay! Q-Quite dandy as a matter of fact! Not to say I’ve garnered all my vital nutrients for the day." What in the world was he babbling about? It’s too bad that even after the Eds have become (somewhat) accepted within the circle of kids, Double D still couldn’t hold an appropriate conversation with the neighborhood bombshell herself.

"I’m not pale, it’s just… a mild allergy, that’s all!" Smooth, Sockhead.

"Whatever you say, Double D," Nazz laughed, not in jest, but in amusement. She found the sockhatted Edd very endearing.  And when the cul-de-sac began to accept them, she was secretly relieved.  Sure, the Eds could be the bane of the block, but she believed there was good in them, too.