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Aug 06, 2010 20:47

After a month on the island, there are still Good days and Bad days. The Bad days mostly had to do with dinosaurs and stitches and endless fucking rain, and being pretty sure that he was going to die here, which is never a nice feeling for an eighteen year old kid to have. Europe had had its ups and downs but Cooper had always known that Scotty was there, and, somehow, everything was going to be alright.

Sometimes, it hits him how alone he really is here.

The stitches are out of his leg, and it's going to be a pretty awesome scar but thinking about that just reminds him about how much he wishes Jenny and Scotty (and, yes, fuck, even Jamie) were here just so he could tell them. He'd probably end up making up something slightly cooler than what actually happened, but, shit. It'd be something.

So he's sitting in the rec-room, pile of comics at his side and feeling pretty ridiculously sorry for himself, reading about superheroes and other awesome shit and missing his friends like hell and he really ought to be down at the beach looking for hot chicks in bikinis but it's such a long way to walk and the jungle? Kind of freaks him out, and...

And it takes him a moment to realise what's playing on the jukebox. A moment after realising, Cooper's grinning...A moment after that he's singing along.

"Scotty doesn't know that we do it in my van every Sunday..."

Suddenly, Cooper doesn't miss his friends quite so much.

ooc: the song, for reference is Scotty Doesn't Know by Lustra. Lyrics are...far from appropriate for...life.

cooper harris, nate archibald, rachel gatina, nicolette grant

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