Left off.
Kevin x Edd
A Short story of Kevin starting his first day of teaching at his hometown school, Peach Creek High.
(I do not own Ed, Edd, N Eddy or any of the characters portrayed in the story. Ed, Edd, N Eddy, and all characters belong to Danny Antonucci and Cartoon Network .)
Kevin Barr was beginning his new career as the coach for Peach Creek High, his old high school. He wore gray joggers and the school jacket with a white tee underneath. It was a warm March Day. As he walked through the halls he saw many of the same things, such as the trophy cabinet and the same paintings on the wall. He remembers helping Nazz do that for the Cheer team. Speaking of, she did get him the job, being friends with the principal Does have its perks. She told him the English teacher would tell him the overall schedule of the day. He walked up to the class, 1E07 and knocked, the class was going on after all. A student opened the door as he heard the most gentle voice ask who it was. He looked up and got trapped in the crashing waves in bottled in dark ocean blue eyes. Plump, kissable lips. Dyed (only because he knew it was) light brown hair cut short pushed to the side. Built by the Roman goddess Venus to be the most beautiful being on the planet was Eddward Monroe Vincent. He heard snickers and got out of the siren trap the students stopping after Eddward shushed them.
"Are you going to just keep staring Mr. Barr or do you need something?" I look away for a second.
"Ms. Van Bartonschmeer told me you would tell me the schedule for the day." Edd looks at me, really looking at me.
He quickly looks away towards his desk. "Yes, I suppose I did say that."
Edd goes through a binder as I walk closer. He takes out a paper writing some notes about the schedule for lunch and our next teacher meetings on it and gives it to me. Our fingers graze.
In a second we're back in my old beat-up Honda, it's raining and Radiohead is playing quietly in the background. As he I are talking he says with a quiver in his voice that he's in love with me. Edd looks out the window as I stare at him. I say his name quietly and he looks at me, hurt in his ocean eyes. I take his chin and face him towards me as I kiss him. He's only 16 and I'm 17, we have all our lives to love each other. At least at the time before college and every fight and heart ache. Every feeling comes back.
He snaps me back to reality as he hands me the paper. I say a quick thank you and exit the room. Standing in the hallway alone I look at the paper trying to keep my feelings at bay. In neat Spencerian calligraphy is written, "I hope we can start where we left off." And I think we can.