“Do you want me to leave?” || “Just pretend to be my date” || “Shooting star, make a wish.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
»Okay, okay, okay. Sorry, I'll stop.« Coop chuckled from hiscurled up position in the bus seat and retracted his leg back under theblanket. »No more tickling.« His eyebrow shot up as he gave her a solemn nodand scooted to the edge, providing additional space. A small tap on the seatbeside him was probably invitation enough, but Coop gave it his best shot tosneak some puppy eyes in there as well.  »But seriously, will you please get your butt over here? Someone's gotta protect me fromPatty's blank stare.«
“Just pretend to be my date” (highschool)
»Wow, Hardesty. Wow. I mean, I realize I've been known tooppose going to the prom altogether but...« He puffed out the air that brimmedhis lungs and rested his fists against his waist.  »Pretending to beyour date? Really? Not exactly on the list of the top five ways to make me go.«Especially if it meant what he thought it did. Joel wasn’t exactly the jealous type anyway.
“Shooting star, make a wish.”Â
»Yeah...« Coop murmured, squinting at the night sky abovethem. »You know I don't believe in these things, Jim.« He took a dragfrom the joint between his fingers and held his breath before letting the smokeswirl upwards in lazy spirals. »But by all means, you go ahead.« He smiled herway as he passed her the weed. He couldn't help his eyes lingering, even thoughhers were directed at the stars. No, he didn't believe in it. Wishing upon astar. But maybe, just maybe, if there was anything to it, he'd wish to be alittle less of a god damn coward.