Cooper sat on the front porch with an unlit cigarette between his fingers, his brother having cancer was a wake up call to quit but he still liked the feeling and the idea of a brain break every now and again.
Wren noticed him. She couldn't stop herself from noticing the cigarette in his hand. "You shouldn't smoke," she called out to him.
Cooper's head snapped up in surprise, "Who are you to tell me what I shouldn't do?" his words were defensive but his voice was weak.
"Au revoir mon cher! Au revoir mon nouvel ami!" He laughed and hung up. She chuckled as she placed her phone down. "He's ridiculous. But then again so are you." She smiled and kissed his cheek.
"I'm sure it is. Maybe I'll try it eventually."
"Well… I'm his 'new friend' so… That's a first,"
"I'm sure it is. Maybe I'll try it eventually."
"Be careful, the voices can be tricky and manipulative,"
"He's giving you a chance sugar. Don't waste it."
Lillian laughed in a sorrowful way, "I know that much."
Cooper sat on the front porch with an unlit cigarette between his fingers, his brother having cancer was a wake up call to quit but he still liked the feeling and the idea of a brain break every now and again.
Wren noticed him. She couldn't stop herself from noticing the cigarette in his hand. "You shouldn't smoke," she called out to him.
Cooper's head snapped up in surprise, "Who are you to tell me what I shouldn't do?" his words were defensive but his voice was weak.
(Is this gonna be, like, a legit ship?)
"Wren," she replied. "Like the bird. And smoking isn't good."
"He's giving you a chance sugar. Don't waste it."
"I wouldn't dream of it," he shivered, this name calling thing may be the death of him.
Cooper's head snapped up in surprise, "Who are you to tell me what I shouldn't do?" his words were defensive but his voice was weak.
(Is this gonna be, like, a legit ship?)
"Wren," she replied. "Like the bird. And smoking isn't good."
(If you want to… I SHIP IT)
"Good thing I'm not smoking then, huh?" He fiddled with it between his fingers.
Lillian laughed in a sorrowful way, "I know that much."
"This conversation alone is depressing… Oh the irony,"
Cooper's head snapped up in surprise, "Who are you to tell me what I shouldn't do?" his words were defensive but his voice was weak.
(Is this gonna be, like, a legit ship?)
"Wren," she replied. "Like the bird. And smoking isn't good."
(If you want to… I SHIP IT)
"Good thing I'm not smoking then, huh?" He fiddled with it between his fingers.
(OKIE)
Wren eyed him. "You look familiar," she said slowly.
"Should we go crash at Belle's and Ryan's now?"
"I do huh? I am Cooper Jay Anderson… As if that helps you any,"
"Should we go crash at Belle's and Ryan's now?"
"We can if you want…?"
(SAXOMAPHONE)
"Anderson? Like… Darren Anderson?"
(FLUTY TOOT TOOT!)
"Anderson? Like… Darren Anderson?"
"Yeah… That's my tiny brother,"
Wren contained a laugh. "Um… Interesting adjective choice…"
"Thanks, I pride myself on description uniqueness,"
"Should we go crash at Belle's and Ryan's now?"
"We can if you want…?"
"Well what do you want to do?"
"Thanks, I pride myself on description uniqueness,"
"Unique is one word for it…" Wren muttered.
Someone came up behind her and threw a rough arm around her shoulders. Another person came on the other side. Great. Just great. Jess AND Miranda. I'm dead. Kill me now.
"Hi, Coop!" Jess called, waving.
Cooper sighed, "Hey wassup,"
"Should we go crash at Belle's and Ryan's now?"
"We can if you want…?"
"Well what do you want to do?"
"I think Belle's writer is asleep for now…"