“You know, they only have to know what you want to tell them,” he said, leaning close to her so that she could hear his hushed voice.
Her eyes watched the group of twenty-somethings leave the bar, laughing and talking as they passed through the doors. She missed those days when she, too, would've been walking alongside a group of friends, laughing and enjoying the simplicity of life. She sighed, “I know,” she replied, turning to look at Cooper.
“Don't beat yourself up over it, though.” He put his hand on her knee and squeezed it. “Whatever you decide to do, Bethy, is fine.”
It was moments like this that Beth had truly wished Cooper was her brother. He understood her, from the time they became friends in elementary school, and their relationship had never faded since then. Cooper looked after her―her parents definitely didn't―as if she was his own.
Beth looked at him and smiled.
Cooper smiled after a moment, then patted her knee and removed his hand. “I'll see you back at the house,” he said. With a nod of the head, gesturing to follow the group that just left, Beth slid off the stool and maneuvered her way out of the bar to find the lively gang of young adults. Cooper turned back to his drink, clutched it in his hand, and took a swig.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Keep it quiet
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Zaida! i think it's a good idea that you're writing something every day. I've been trying to do the same, just writing a little bit each day, whether it's in my journal or part of a story i'm working on. I liked this story. It was simple and sweet. Although, The whole Beth and Cooper thing reminded me of that horrible movie, I Love You Beth Cooper. But, yeah...keep writing!
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