Ed Edd n Eddy [Edd x Reader]

That got.. Perverted..

"We could sell these! 25 cents a pop." Eddy said with a questionable smile on his face.

"I suppose so." I said with a bit of doubt. "How many do I make?"

"50." Eddy replied.

"50?!" I yelled in shock. "There's like 14 people in this place, counting us??"

"Well half of them think you're hot. They'll buy tons of them just to talk to you." Eddy chuckled. "Poor saps."

"I'm hot...?" I asked. They all just stopped and blushed.

"ED THINKS (Y/N) IS VERY PRETTY." Ed shouted without thinking while blushing.

"W-Well.." Edd started sweating. "Y-You're very attractive.." He was as red as a tomato.

"You're cute." Eddy said, looking away, keeping his cool.

"Thank you!" I said with much enthusiasm. "That made my day." I looked at all the materials spattered sloppily about. "Oh my. I need to go to the store and buy ingredients."

"No need. I have all the baking supplies you should ever need at my house." Edd replied.

"Okay! You two.." I pointed at Ed and Eddy. "Go make the stand. And make sure the sign is eligible."

"Right on it Miss!" Ed said giving me the army salute.

"Fine." Eddy said putting his hands in his pockets, kicking air angrily.

Double d and I walked out of my house and started walking to his. "Why did you move here?" Double D asked. "I'm N-Not trying to intrude or sound il-mannered. I was just curious.."

"Well, I don't remember.. I don't know where my parents are or really who I am. I can't remember how I got here or what happened to me. It's really a blur. I just woke up here, but I'm oddly familiar with the house I live in. The pictures on the wall, are who, I would assume, are my family, yet the picture must have been taken years ago."

"Oh my.. How many people are in your family?" Edd looked at me with curiousity.

"My mother, father, and my older brother. I assume my mother remarried, since I look nothing like my father or brother. My are step-people to me."

"Well, looking at the picture, what do you think they were like?"

"My mother, she looks sweet. My father, a drunk who beats his kids, since we all have bruises on us. And I assume he was a drunk because had an inebriated smile on his face and glossy eyes." I said.

"My goodness. That sounds terrible." The mood between us was dark. I probably shouldn't have shared that with him. "You must be good at reading others personality traits, huh?"

"I suppose I am." I smiled at him.

"Can you read mine?" He stopped walking and looked at me.

"Sure thing!" I grabbed his hands and looked into his eyes. He started blushing. "You're definitely bashful." My face got closer to his.

"(Y-Y/N).." He said stuttering.

"You're nervous, not good with conversation or human contact. You are caring and sweet. You're a gentleman and rather innocent. You like experimenting, judging by all the gadgets in your room. You have OCD. You only let certain people touch you, otherwise you get very germaphobe-y. That's all I read so far." I let go of his hands. We weren't too far from his house and we continued walking.