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@cooperhartman
No, but I’ve never really seen ducks wandering around here. I’m assuming you were at the pond then.
Clearly,Einstein. It was more of a rhetorical question. I meant how is someone so derpy that they lost their keys to a duck?
You would assume correctly. I know what you were asking, excuse me for having a little fun with you. Hey, it was dark. You try chasing a duck in the dark.
Actually, yes, because apparently ducks are actually quite vicious and defensive. Do you at least have a spare set of keys or something?
I know; who knew, right? Guess Donald and Daffy weren't far off from the real deal.
I got them back eventually, but damn if I didn't get a few bitten fingers in the process.
Did you go back to Mississippi or something? How did that even happen?
I didn't think Miss has a duck epidemic.
By dropping them, duh.
How does that even manage to happen?
Would you believe me if I said I was feeding him scrap bread from my sandwich, I dropped my keys, then I chased it for a good fifteen minutes to get them back?
I dropped my keys on the way home and a duck ate it.
Penpal Letter #2
I haven't really gave it much thought, but you're right. Weird to think this is the last letter I'll probably ever send you. Not to get all sappy or whatever, but it kind of sucks to say goodbye. I guess this whole penpal thing wasn't so bad. Kind of like a fate thing, if you believe in that stuff. That we meet the people we do to learn something and to teach them something in return. Guess whoever said that wasn't so far off, not sure I fully believed that until now. Sure, that could be part of your problem, but also your solution. I think you're right. And I think being lost can sometimes be the best thing that can happen. When you're broken and down, the only place left to go is up, right? Like you said, you tend to learn more about yourself when things get messy. And besides, if things were always good, there would be no such thing as happiness or a good place. You wouldn't feel anything, really. And it's like how they say things hold more value when you earn it. When things are in shambles and you piece yourself together, I don't think there would be a better feeling in the world than knowing you climbed yourself to the top to perhaps an even better place than where you started.
Flight buddy, I like the sound of that, haha. And you have. Seems like you're one of the only people I can really talk about this kind of stuff with lately. Well, after all this time together, I should be honest with you. We never dated. I just said that trying to less complicate the whole thing. Truthfully, we're just friends. Best friends, and I've been in so deep for so long I can't help but care as much as I do. She /is/ my problem to worry about. Regardless, you are right about me treading some dangerous waters. I know it's dumb, I know it's downright stupid even. Maybe I should just let her be if this is her now, if I've lost the girl I knew and this is who she is now. Hell, I feel like we've been at a weird distance lately regardless of our status so if I were to say anything it would just blow up in our faces. But at this rate, it's getting hard to just stand by. Maybe I am being too protective, but it'd like to think it's different than being stuck on some ex. But maybe I just think that to make myself feel better, Lord knows.
You're right, though. I should probably step in and say something. Maybe it's time to stop being passive. The only way things get better is to actually address it, right?
Ugh, yeah. Especially that hacker.
Thank you, though. For what you said, and I'll try to talk to her. And I'm most definitely rooting for you. I hope you find your road with as little bumps as possible. From the sounds of it, you deserve every bit of happiness life can throw at someone.
Have an awesome summer,
Your Flight Buddy, Sparrow P.S. You have my word. And just so you know, I think you have a lot to offer to the world. I know you say you're lost and confused and you're not sure where you're going, but your heart seems to be in a good place. If you ever feel down I hope you remember that much. And I certainly don't think you're as self-absorbed as you believe. A self absorbed person wouldn't give a damn about some random they write a letter to, and if you're this kind to a stranger I can only imagine how you are to the people you love. Good luck, Hummingbird.
i ship u and no clothes on ;)
Well shucks. Can't say I blame you.
Something about the sun and the pollution. I was never very good at science.
You and I both. Something about a greenhouse effect? Global warming? Where's Al Gore when you need 'em?
That’s a bad thing?
Fair point, guess it could be back to cold.
Just a sign that Summer's just a hop and skip away, right?
Why does it have to be so hot?
I feel like if you gave sweets to people who’re stressed or unhappy there would be world peace… until we ran out of sugar.
Probably would cause even more problems when they went through withdrawl.
NAWS TASK#04
ORIGINS & FAMILY
Full Name: Cooper Nicolas Hartman.
Nickname(s): Coop, Cooper Scooper, Poop de Coop, Chickencoop ninconpoop. All the poop names curtsy of Avery.
Reason for Name: My mom loved this beer called Coopers. She's got class.
Birthday: March 21st.
Age: 16
Place of Birth: Natchez, Mississippi
Places lived since: Burkett when I was 14.
Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations: Tess Hartman: She was probably your typical negative redneck stereotype. She had me relatively young, she was a high school dropout, she's drank and smoked a lot, we had a pretty crappy house. Small, rundown, dirty. She worked at a diner as a waitress to support us, but I didn't see her a whole lot. She was working or she was out with god knows who, I'd stay with my grandparents or the Beaumonts, sometimes by myself. When I was 14 she got married and she took off. Haven't heard from her since. I never knew my dad. He was a one night stand or something, she doesn't remember his name.
Number and names of siblings: None that I know of.
Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Nonexistent biologically speaking. With the Beaumonts, close as can be.
Do you have a child: Nope.
Happiest memory: This is going to sound so typical, but when I was little on the Beaumont farm. Everything seemed a lot less muddled.
Childhood trauma: Mom forgetting to pick me up from school when I was 8 and I attempted to walk home was pretty intense. I got lost for 3 hours, haha.
PHYSICAL
Height: 6'0
Weight: 170 lb
Nationality: 'Merican.
Distinguishing Facial Features: My cuteness.
Hair Colour: Dark brown.
Usual Hair Style: Messy? I don't really style.
Eye Colour: Brown.
Glasses? Contacts?: Nope.
Style of dress/typical outfit(s): Blue jeans, t-shirts. Just something casual.
Health (is this person usually sick? or very resilient?): Other than the occasional cold or headache, I'm usually in good shape.
Grooming (does she/he wear makeup? shower daily? wear only clean clothes? pluck her eyebrows?): I shower every night, usually clean clothes unless they aren't too bad. Doesn't really bug me.
Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: I don't do man-bling or piercings, but I have one tattoo. I want more, though.
Accent?: Southern, ya'll.
Unique mannerisms/physical habits (bites nails, talks with hands, taps feet, restless): I tap my heel really fast if I'm sitting down and anxious. I guess that's it.
Athletic: I don't really do organized sports. I like to run or lift weights.
INTELLECT
Level of Education (high school drop out, undergrad BA/BS, PhD, Md, etc.): Currently a high school Junior.
Level of Self-Esteem: Reasonable I reckon. I'm pretty cool.
Gifts/Talents: I'm a great cook, screw modesty.
Artistic?: I would say yes. I think you need some sort of creativity to be a chef. I also dabble with guitar, and I'm no pro or anything but I can hold a tune.
Mathematical: Not even a little.
Makes Decision Based Mostly on Emotions, or on Logic?: Probably emotions.
Life Philosophy: We are who we choose to be.
Religious Stances: Christian boy.
Cautious or Daring?: Cautious enough not to do anything too stupid, daring enough not to live in a bubble.
Most Sensitive About/Vulnerable to: I'm not really a fan of dwelling on the past, so I choose not to.
Optimist or Pessimist?: I try to stay on the optimistic side of things.
Extrovert or Introvert?: Extrovert.
RELATIONSHIPS
Current Relationship Status: Single.
Sexual Orientation: Hetero.
Past Relationships: Nothing really all that official. I went on some dates, but it never moved forward.
Primary Reason for Being Broken Up With: Never really come to that, so. Yay.
Primary Reason for Breaking Up with People: Not exactly break up, but more like just call off. I didn't want to string them along if I didn't feel much.
Level of Sexual Experience: Not much.
Story of First Kiss (if any - if not, how does he/she want it to happen?): I was nine, and Avery and me were hanging out by the lake. All I knew was that you kissed people you liked. I didn't really get it at the time, but that day I were having so much fun and it just felt different, so I kissed her. I almost missed her lips and it only lasted like, a second. She wiped her mouth and told me a smelled like tuna.
Story of Loss of Virginity (if any - if not, how does he/she want it to happen, if at all?): I almost lost it to this one girl I was sort of dating I guess, nothing major, but we didn't get very far before I backed out. I'd probably get beat up if any other guys knew this, but I couldn't do it in good conscience when I knew I loved someone else. Ideally I would lose it to Avery. She's the girl for me, and I wouldn't feel right having meaningless sex with some random knowing that. Guess maybe I'm old fashioned.
A Social Person? (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): I'm pretty social, I like talking to anyone and everyone.
Most Comfortable Around (person): Avery, Rose, and Finn.
How Does He Think Others Perceive Him?: Hopefully good. I try to stay off of people's bad sides, but who knows.
How Do Others Actually Perceive Him/Her?: Friendly, outgoing.
SECRETS
Phobias: I hate flying. I will if I must, but I'll be white-knucking the seat the whole time. And boats. But you couldn't convince me to go on a boat, you'd have to sedate me. I'm a land guy.
Life Goals: I'd like my own restaurant, and like anyone ideally it would be a well known one that everyone flocks to go to. One of those "If you're in town you HAVE to go there" places. I'd want to travel all over the country. As much as I'd like to move back down south I feel like there's more to see before I'm nailed to one place. And I think a family would be nice too. One with a lot of kids.
Dreams: Same as above, right? But the dream part would be owning a racecar.
Most Embarrassing Thing Ever to Happen to Them: I ripped my pants in the front once when I was 13 at school. I wouldn't have cared if I wasn't wearing my Spiderman boxers that day. Everyone kept telling me to put my "web shooter" away all day. Yeah, hah.
Obsessions: Food. Making it, tasting it, whatever.
Secret Hobbies: Kind of lame, but I collect old baseball cards. My grandpa got me into it.
Secret Skills: I'm an okay drawer. Like faces or landscapes, just something to pass the time.
Crimes Committed (and was he/she caught? charged?): Drinking occasionally.
What He Most Wants to Change About His Current Life: Try to be more open, and gain openness in return. But I doubt it.
What He Most Wants to Change About His Physical Appearance: I'm satisfied with what I got.
DETAILS/QUIRKS
Daily Routine: Get up, pee, eat, get dressed, school, homework, chill, make fun of Avery, sleep.
Night Owl or Early Bird?: Early Bird.
Light or Heavy Sleeper?: Heavy.
Favourite Food: Would I sound like a total country boy if I say steak? Because there's nothing better than a good steak dinner.
Least Favourite Food: Bologna I guess. This was probably the hardest question on this whole damn thing.
Favourite Book: The Outsiders.
Least Favourite Book: The Grapes of Wrath put me to sleep.
Favourite Movie: Rocky.
Least Favourite Movie: The worst movie I've ever seen was Battleship. So let's go with that.
Favourite Song: Really anything by Elvis Presley. My grandpa used to play him all the time, it was once of the few old records in his collection I really liked, so. Something by The King.
Least Favourite Song: That #selfie song is pretty insufferable. That.
Coffee or Tea?: Sweet tea.
Crunchy or Smooth Peanut Butter: Crunchy.
Type of Car He/She Drives (or wishes he/she drove): 1995 ford f-150. It's a piece of junk but it's my piece of junk.
Lefty or Righty?: Left.
Favourite Colour: Blue. Not that blue that comes in crayon boxes, but light blue. Like the sky kind of blue.
Cusser?: I'm 16, who isn't?
Smoker? Drinker? Drug-User?: I smoked once, never again. Occasional drink, no drugs.
Biggest Regret: Not sure I really have one. I'm pretty satisfied with the choices I've made.
Pets?: I had a dog once. And I used to keep things I found when I was little. Turtles, rabbits, lizards, bugs. But my grandma always made me set them free, ha. Especially the bugs.
Text||Rose & Coop
Rose: Good, you should relax. Really? I would've thought you two would have daily conversations about like... hickville things. Is that a thing? It should be, I totally pictured super intense conversations about chicken and now I'm disappointed. :( But in all seriousness, you never know. Love's funny like that, you never see it coming.
Rose: Bring me back Luke Bryan please.
Coop: Yeah totally. NASCAR, pickemup trucks, gettin' sunburned, riding tractors on the streets, sweet tea, camo everything. Those are usually our main topics. I'm assuming you speak from experience?
Coop: I'll see if I can fit him in my carry-on.
The way you described the south brings back so many memories. You forgot the part about running through corn fields and picking bugs out of our teeth when sticking your head out of your grandpas truck. Y'know you remember that, right? What was the sweet cows name, again? Bessie, right? Ooh and when my grandma would yell for us to always get our ass inside. It's all coming back now like a pop-country song explains.
How could I forget? Always yelling at us to get inside. I can still hear her screetch now. "AVERY BETH, COOPER NICOLAS GET YER ASS INSIDE THIS MINUTE". I want to run inside out of instinct and I already am. Yeesh.It wouldn't be a country song without pickup trucks, tailgates, back roads, bonfires, alcohol, or complaining about city folk of course.
Text||Rose & Coop
Rose: First things first, you need to relax. You're a big boy, and I know you're mature enough to handle it. Plus, a girl, even Avery, is a sucker for a cuddlebug soo if you're cute enough tonight, you might just get a shot later on if you know what I mean.
Rose: A living breathing cheesy country song. God, you're cute sometimes, Hartman.
Coop: I'm relaxed, I'm relaxed. But I don't mean close just physically, this is the first time we're actually having real conversations that go past snark. I don't know how to think about it. Ha, I'd like to think so. But at this point I get the feeling I ain't really her type even if we lay here all night. But I reckon it could be worse.
Coop: Ha, brb, heading to Nashville to write a hit song.
Text||Rose & Coop
Rose: It's not that bad, Coop. Avery's cute, and I'm pretty sure you can handle yourself in bed with her.
Rose: Not like that. Although you probably could that way too. What's the problem though?
Coop: She's /really/ cute, that's the problem. She's a living breathing cheesy country song.
Coop: My problem is the fact that this is the first time we've actually been this close in forever and it's all just because she's sick. I don't really know what to think of that.
Text||Rose & Coop
Rose: With whaaaat?
Coop: Avery. First she was being all annoying as usual but it was cute, right? Then she started getting sweet and genuine, and next thing I know we're in my bed all snug and it's not good. I mean it's good, but that's why it's bad.
