Kleinsen for the needy

kindergarten

These are going to be little flashback chapters until their senior year btw.

Jared's P.O.V.

     On my first day of kindergarten I hated everything. Actually I hated the whole school year. And I was five. But on Valentine's Day that year I had made my first friend. And also my first crush. Still my crush. Still aren't dating.

     Anyway here's that story:

     I was arguing with my dad telling him how much I did not want to be here. He did not care so I walked up the sidewalk to the front doors.

     At the door I saw a little boy in a blue sweater and Jean's crying. I didn't want to be rude so since I partially knew what happened I told him everything would be fine.

     His name was Evan Hansen.

     I knew Iiked him so being the greatest gay 5 year old, I gave him an extra piece of candy and a kiss on the cheek.

     A few weeks later we got 'married' so we could run our weird castle fort thing as kings. And although we were five he kissed me on the lips and then we were 'married' until 2nd grade. I'm getting ahead of myself.

     Kindergarten was a great start to our friendship. Which I ruined by the way. We would talk all day, hold hands, and get in trouble for talking, all day.

     Now I know why you're thinking. "Jared you were 5 let it go." Uh no. I'm pretty much in love with him. I will not "let it go." Fuck off.

     Anyway, kindergarten was a great year for me.

Evan's P.O.V.

     Kindergarten was okay. I remember crying every day. Except for Valentine's day and maybe for one week after that, but then I cried again.

     Kindergarten was the year I met Jared. I think we became friends either because I was crying and he felt bad or because he kissed me. Either way we were 5 so it doesn't matter.

     I think one day we got pretend married so we could be the kings of this weird castle fort thing. Oh, I totally kissed him. Again, whatever, we were five.

     I guess we stayed 'married' until maybe 2nd grade. Maybe the summer before. Again we were 5.

     Okay yes I know I keep bringing up the fact we were five. But it's true, it didn't mean anything.

     I think that's all I remember from kindergarten. Wait no I remember Mrs. Mcnamara's face right after we kissed. It was hilarious.

     I guess my kindergarten year was average.