[eddycooper-blog]

"Yeah, I'll go elsewhere. I'm sure I'll find someone who makes better art than you." Eddy knew that was a low blow because Mateo was a talented artist. Though he didn't want to wait for him to make art.

[eddycooper-blog]

"Thanks." Eddy would have kept his tab open if the bar wasn't about to close. The teacher didn't want to keep the bartender later because he wanted to drink. His fingers fished around his pocket for his wallet. He tossed out a couple of dollar bills on the table.

[eddycooper-blog]

"Regardless where his head is at he needs a education." He replied, watching the other place the money on the table. "You need to make him realize his education is just as important as his sports. I've tried and he won't listen. He might take what you've got to say more seriously." Eddy stood up from the booth following Rowan out. "I'm not trying to make your job harder. I'm just doing my own job."

[eddycooper-blog]

Eddy could tell how exhausted she was. It would be rude of him to kick her out of the booth. Right now the other needed some rest. "Are you hungry?" He asked, trying to flag down his waitress.

[eddycooper-blog]

Eddy didn't know how to prove it when he said that. He bit his lip before he spoke, not sure what to say. The teacher rocked on his heels. "I was coming in to buy some art. But it looks like you've got nothing to sell." Glancing down at his watch he realized he was late. "I should go. I've got work in the morning."

[eddycooper-blog]

"Okay, so maybe it is." He sighed, as he teased his curly hair. "I want it to be clear, I didn't come here for you."

[eddycooper-blog]

Eddy shook his head. "Is that what you think of him? He's not a smart kid." He was angry with the other for thinking so low of his student. "He's really smart and has a hell of a lot of potential to get good grades. He's choosing not to do the work." Eddy replied. "I'm not going to pass someone so they can play a sport. I have other kids in my class who are struggling even coming to extra help and still can't pass my class. It wouldn't be fair to them if I gave Joshua the passing grade." He narrowed his eyes, as his fingers tapped on the table. "Tell Joshua to get some extra and I'll help him study for the test next week."

[eddycooper-blog]

Eddy sighed in frustration. He wasn't going to pass a student who was failing his class. In attempt to pass Joshua, Eddy offered extra help to him. He thought he was getting through to the student, when in reality it did nothing. Joshua never showed up. "I'm not passing someone in my class who doesn't try." Eddy continued to stand by what he told the coach before.

[eddycooper-blog]

“Are you talking about me finding you?” He asked cocking his head to his side.

[eddycooper-blog]

Eddy shook his head. “How would I know where you were? You ghosted me.” He narrowed his eyes, as he watched the Mateo pace. It was actually freaking him out. Never had he seen the other not give eye contact. As Eddy can recall being his roommate saying how important it was in conversation.

[rowanxduval]

Rowan had just gotten off work and it was such a long day he didn’t even feel the need to change out of his coach uniform. He walked into the nearest diner he could find and took a seat. He grabbed a menu and ordered himself a coffee as a starter. He gripped the warm cup tightly and took a deep breath before turning to the person next to him. “Have you ever just wanted to quit your job and start over?”

[eddycooper-blog]

Eddy glanced up from the newspaper he was reading. “All the time.” He replied as a smile tugged at his lips. 

[mcxmcknight]

With a cigarette dangling from his lips as he began to count up the register in the bar for the night, he looked up as he saw someone walk in. “I was just closing up, but if you want a quick drink, come on in.”

[eddycooper-blog]

Eddy entered the bar rather late, he needed a little pick me up after a long night of grading. It just hadn’t occurred to him how late in the night it got. “I’ll take the strongest thing you’ve got.” Eddy’s night was that bad.

[eddycooper-blog]

He rolled his eyes folding his arms across his chest. Eddy had no further comment on the subject of not speaking because it didn’t matter. The boy didn’t care. “Right so we both are born on Long Island I can’t come here because here because this is where you live? You can’t tell me what to do.” Eddy shouted.

[eddycooper-blog]

“It’s been two year since we’ve last seen each other.” Not liked Eddy cared. It was just the year he turned twenty everything went to shit. He lost everything. How could he forget it? His blood ran cold as Mateo called him a stalker. He didn’t even know where on the Island he lived one thing for sure is he wasn’t doing that. “I hope you realize that I grew up here as well.” Eden Hollows isn’t where he grew up, but Long Island was pretty big and he lived in a different part. Eddy wished he could live in the city but on a teaching salary he couldn’t afford that.

[eddycooper-blog]

Eddy sat in the diner with a stack of papers in front of him. He was grading the pop quiz he gave his students that day. It shocked him to how many students didn’t do the reading assignment he gave to them the day before. Eddy sighed softly as he marked another zero on the test. A couple minutes went by and he realized someone else joined him in his booth. “Can I help you?”

[eddycooper-blog]

Eddy followed the voice to the back of the studio. Entering the room he noticed a familiar face. Chills ran down the back of his spine. The last time they spoke their friendship kind of went to shit. “Oh, if it isn’t you.” Eddy’s words colder than usual. “If I known this was your place I wouldn’t have bothered to come in.”

[mateowolfe-blog]

Mateo was sitting down in his studio located on the boulevard. He looked at the blank canvas through his splayed fingers, trying to figure out how to get rid of his block.

[eddycooper-blog]

Eddy was walking home from the bar. As he walked down the boulevard he came across an art studio. He was a lover of art, he decided he go in. His apartment walls were a bit bare and he needed something to make them look nice. “Hello,” Eddy called as he walked inside. The studio did have much art on the walls. “Is anyone here?”