AN: Hey all! Remember that time I said I was going to write an Ed, Edd, n' Eddy high school fanfiction (as overdone as that may be)? Well here it is!

IMPORTANT INFORMATION: I want to say this now, THIS IS NOT A CONTINUATION OF "THIS SHOULDN'T BE HOW THIS WORKS." Some things maybe similar to it, like how Double-D and Marie look and how each other feel might be similar, but this story is does not continue on from the other one I wrote. You are more than welcome to read that one to get a sense of how I write the characters if you would like. That is all I wanted to say, thank you.

Enjoy the story!

"I'm serious you guys, it's two days away! Where should it be? And no, Lumpy, the second dimension's not an option."

Ed put his raised hand down and let out a sigh of defeat. It was Friday night and the Eds were gathered in Eddy's bedroom, trying to plan for Eddy's seventeenth birthday party.

Double-D got up from Eddy's rarely-used desk chair, "Eddy, why can't you just host the party at your own house?"

The 5'5 loudmouth stood up on his bed, swaying as the water mattress tried to support the weight, "I already told you Sock-head, we can't have it here because the rents won't let me…after what happened…last time…"

All three shuddered remembering the last time.

Ed shot up and ran to Edd, put his giant hands on him and shook his skinny friend, "The horror, Double-D! I don't want to think about the horror!"

Double-D peeled the 6"2, eighteen-year-old off and readjusted his black beanie and straightened his cardigan. The cardigan was a gift from his mother. He cleared his throat, "Okay, Eddy. I see your reasoning. Now where do you think it should be?"

Eddy let his friend's words set in. Where do you want it to be? Where do you want it to be?

Where do you want it to be?

"I got it!" The brunette jumped off his bed

"The third dimension?!" Ed mood instantly picked up.

"No, Lumpy. Follow me! Double-D, you're driving."

Edd rolled his eyes, "I somehow do not see anything beneficial coming from this…"

-TIME SKIP-

"Oh dear."

"This place gives me the creepies, Eddy."

"Oh come on guys! Don't be such worry warts."

The three of them stared up at the disheveled house as unpleasant memories came flooding back to the boys.

The old abandoned house looked as old and abandoned as ever. The "for sale" sign was still in the ground, crooked. The long grass was accompanied by its ever so present dandelions. The brown siding was chipped and rotting, the shutters looked like they would fall off any minute, and the house still had that mysterious wind blowing the curtains on the seconded floor.

"Eddy, you can't be serious," Double-D looked back from the house to his friend, "Are you completely out of your mind? Have you not remembered the horrors that have manifested from this very house?"

Never keeping his eyes off the house, Eddy said, "Pipe down Sock-head. It's not so bad. With a little of hard work and a hammer, this place could be the Taj Mahal," and wicked grin formed on his lips, "Besides no one will catch us with the alcohol."

"And underage drinking? Good Lord, man! When are you going to grasp the—"

"Can't hear you Sock-head," Eddy, hands in his pockets walking up to the creaky porch, "I'm too busy planning what 80s song is going to play for the 'cleaning-the-house' montage."

Double-D sighed, grudgingly following his friend. Ed ran up to reach them; sneezing every time a dandelion came too close.

With that, the Eds got to work. Cleaning cobwebs, moving furniture and boxes, and they even brought in a long table from Eddy's basement. In only a couple hours, the interior of the house looked surprisingly nice. Looking in from the front, the long, curved stairs were on the far right. Beside it was a long, old, red couch with a matching big chair. On the other side of the house was the stone fireplace and along that wall was Eddy's table: home for the snacks and drinks residing there Sunday night. Next to the couch and chair were standing speakers, taken from Ed's surround sound system, hooked up to Eddy's music dock.

Eddy stuffed the last box in the closet off the right of the stairs, wiped his forehead and looked at his surrounding area, "Looking good boys! I'd say we have a grade 'A' party spot on our hands."

"I would normally disagree with you, Eddy, but this place actually looks remarkable." Double-D sat on the couch, looking around, pleasingly.

Ed had just finished wiping the window with his sleeve and turned back to his friends, "Yeah Eddy! This place doesn't give me the creepies anymore!"

"Now all we have to do is get the word out," Eddy said, "Posters are going to be made up, tell anyone about it, tell them to tell anyone! Everyone is invited!"

"Eddy, you certainly don't mean everyone, do you? What if the Kankers show up? They did play a big part at your party last time, remember?

They all shuddered thinking about last time.

Eddy shook off his fear, "Oh yeah, well then we will try to not let them find out."

Edd rolled his eyes and shook his head. He muttered under his breath, "Like they won't find out…"

Welp! I know this is a short chapter, but I kind of wanted your guys to get a feel of my writing style as well as the story (I might edit it later, so be on the look out). I love constructive criticism, so it would be much appreciated. :3 Hopefully the second chapter will be out soon!

See you guys later!