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Robot Dreams

I didn't know, that you would leave so soon 🥀

I didn't try a little harder, to make you smile once more. 🌼

One day I'll come to find you, wherever you may be

If only time was kinder, you would still be here 🌺

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/42559620/chapters/107383578?view_adult=true

- Chapter 2: The Pad (AO3) I did a series of one paragraph vignettes that I really liked, honestly there is nothing like first loves. Thanks for keeping the EENE fandom active and with such a wonderful story.

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Man, Eddy just had to have a crush on one of his best friends. And he was a guy. It was too much. It took until the summer leading into sophomore year for either of them to get up the courage to admit something was going on. Of course it was Edd who blabbed first, tearfully confessing one muggy August night. Ed had gone home because of his curfew, Eddy chose to ignore his own expecting the inevitable scolding from his mom, and Edd chose to break his curfew in a streak of rebellion knowing full-well nobody was even home to note his absence. 

Laying out in the middle of the unlit sports field under the glow of the moon, the grass cool and overgrown, the mosquitos biting, it all felt so… inevitable? Eddy didn’t have to think about turning to pull his sobbing friend into his arms or discreetly kissing his forehead or saying ‘Yes’

’ when Edd’s wide eyes raised from below his hat and he asked permission to kiss him on the lips.

Shakily collapsing the space between their faces, lips fumbling,

Eddy tasted the salt of his tears and sweat. Eddy was so nervous in the absolute best way, the electric excitement shooting from head to toe. Up until that point of his 15-year-old life he hadn’t felt so right and sure about anything as this.

That was the thing about first loves: there was nothing like them.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39170115/chapters/100746168

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When they arrived at the restaurant Burns instructed him to carry the package inside. They sat it down on their reserved table. After their orders were taken Smithers asked, "So, what's this?"

Burns clasped his hands together. "It's for you." He blinked. "Me?"

"Who else would it be for? There shall be no gooseberry for this outing. Open it, won't you?"

Smithers hesitated, only because he had one of those peculiar abhorrences to tearing into something that looked so fine. He gripped the package. "Really, sir, you don't have to get me anything. You especially don't have to go all out and get it specially wrapped." The paper really was nice; thick, iridescent lavender. Was that on purpose? Did Burns recognize his favorite color?

"Would you just open it?"

He swallowed his guilt, and tore the paper. His heart skipped a beat. "Oh… Mr. Burns…"

"Is it not to your liking? I'll be damned if I know anything about these things, so I had to inquire from someone who did. If he steered me wrong, I'll-"

"No, no, Monty," he fought back the tears, the lump threatening to form in his throat. "She's perfect ."

And she was, without a doubt, the 1985 Elsewhere Convention Exclusive Malibu Stacy, of which fifty units were ever made. To even see one with one's own eyes was incredible, to touch one even more so. He trailed his fingers over the mint box, gazing at the pretty plastic lady within; the material holy grail of Waylon Smithers.

"I don't even know what to say, Monty. I'm… this… this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you."

But worth more than a thousand 1985 Elsewhere Convention Exclusive Malibu Stacys was Burns' genuine, fully displayed, elated smile. "You see, I do pay attention."

"Without a doubt, sir."