Living at the park isn’t so bad. You have electricity, plumbing, comfy couches, books to read, a fireplace to keep you warm at night. But the fully stocked juice bar is what really makes the experience pop.
The only thing that really sucks about it is freakin’ Larry.
The guy thinks he’s a shaman or something the way he acts. Rambling about his visions and trying to coax power from the fire. And he talks in his sleep. All night. Some days you’re better off sleeping on a park bench.
Since Coop’s mom kicked her out, she’s been too proud to go to the Wolff house. Mooching snacks was different when it was a choice. But now it wasn’t, and she had to keep some scrap of dignity.
She still goes by there, mind you.
Just the other day she ran into Dia on the walkway past his house. She teased him a little and asked where he was going, all dolled up like that.
A lesser woman would be dying the slow death of a thousand cuts about now. But Coop is tough. She has her big girl panties on.
Oh well. Nothing surprised her anymore.
Coop was getting used to living at the park. She was reading a lot of books (weird, for her) and I know it sounds cliche, but she could actually feel her mind expanding. Larry doesn’t even seem so crazy any more. He’s actually kind of fun if you drink enough juice.
Okay, maybe I was a bit premature – Dia stopping by that night actually did surprise Coop.
Oh silly.. he’s here for you.
Ohgawd. Need a diversion, quick. Let’s go inside!
(Larry may or may not have flirted with Dia right after that. ;D But he was oblivious as usual, and Coop didn’t kill him, so, no harm done?)
Dia was hungry, so he grilled up some dogs and he & Coop had a lovely chat by the fireplace.
It was almost romantic if you pretended Larry wasn’t there, invoking the spirit of flame in front of you.
Oh! Coop wanted to show Dia the cool poem she’d found earlier! It totally spoke to her current feelings on the futility of stuff and things.
Note to self: poetry works.
Guys! What about Larry!
Won’t someone think of Larry!?
Yeah.. it was fun staying here and all, but Dia asked Coop to come live at the house, and she said yes. She kind of had to see where this great new “lovebirds” thing might lead. Plus, they have cake!