Fallen Stars Page #3

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apparently his

school's hiring subs

and that maybe I should

send in my resume.

- Why?

- To apply for a job.

- Do you want to teach?

- I don't know, maybe.

And who knows?

If it goes well, it could lead

to something more permanent.

- Okay.

- What?

I mean, it's at least

worth considering, right?

- I don't know.

Teaching sounds pretty f***ing

miserable, if you ask me.

But whatever.

Sure.

Okay, what?

- Nothing.

- Nothing?

Really?

- Why are you so damn

negative all the time?

- I'm not negative.

- Yeah, you are.

I mean, you never have anything

good to say about anything

and you know what, it

gets old after a while.

- Oh yeah?

Well, if you don't

like my negativity,

maybe we should spend a

little less time together.

- Are you serious?

You know what, f*** you.

- So the walrus

said to the waiter,

"hey wait a second,

that's my wife".

Hello?

- Huh?

Oh yeah, sorry.

- Are you okay, man?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm good, good.

Hey.

- Hey.

Did you want something?

- No, not really.

Look, about yesterday I'm

sorry if I was a jerk.

Alright, you know what, fine.

Forget it.

What is wrong with you?

I like spending time with you

and I really wanna

be your friend,

so why do you make

it so damn hard?

- Are you done?

- Maybe.

- Good.

Did you drive here?

- Yeah, why?

So, are you looking for a dog?

This guy's kinda cute.

Or this one.

Are you looking for like

a certain kind of dog or...

Daisy?

Hey, what's up?

What's wrong?

Hey.

How can I help?

It's okay.

It's okay.

You're not hungry?

You're sure you're okay?

- Yeah.

I just...

I don't know.

- Hey.

You'll save the next one.

- You're not helping.

- So.

I read your book.

- Oh, really?

- Yeah.

Are you not gonna

ask if I liked it?

- No.

- Well, I did.

A lot actually.

- Whatever.

- Don't.

Don't do that.

- Do what?

- Act like that.

- Okay, you liked it so...

- that's not even what

I'm talking about.

- Oh, I had no idea...

- look, for once, can you please

just not act like

nothing matters to you?

Huh?

- You're really annoying.

- So I guess I'll see you soon.

- Maybe, we'll see.

Hey.

Thanks.

- So, how do you know Jack?

- We used to work together.

- Well, he speaks

very highly of you.

Look, right now we're

only hiring subs

so even if things do work out,

I can't guarantee

you a set schedule.

Are you okay with that?

- Yeah, no.

I'm totally fine with that.

- Okay, let's see

what we have here.

Let me look at your resume.

So, no teaching experience?

- No, not yet.

- Well, we all have to

start somewhere, right?

- Is something wrong?

- You don't have your degree?

- I have my associate's degree.

Actually I was a few courses

shy of getting my bachelor's.

- Damn.

See, that's gonna be a problem.

Even for subs, we still

require a bachelor's degree.

- Yeah.

I should have thought of that.

- Look, you seem like good guy,

so why don't you

come back and see me

when you finish that degree?

- Okay.

Thank you.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

- Were you sitting in the dark?

- No.

- Are you feeling okay?

- Yeah, just fine.

- Have you eaten?

Okay, do you want to

go out and grab and

something to eat?

- Yeah.

Sure.

- Hey, are you sure you're okay?

Cooper?

What are you doing?

Are you serious?

- Hey.

Are you okay?

Daisy.

Hey.

Daisy!

- What, what do you want?

- Where are you going, why

are you acting like this?

- Why.

Because I told you.

I told you that's

not what I wanted.

So why?

Why did you do that?

- I just...

Why didn't you just say no?

- You're such a f***ing a**hole.

- Daisy.

- That's really good.

Explain to me, when did people

get so damned frightened.

Everybody getting

plucked and tweezed

and waxed and scrubbed

between the legs.

Growing up they couldn't wait

to get a little

hair on their body.

Now everybody's looking

like an 11 year-old boy.

- So, how is everything?

So, how is everything?

How is everything?

- Daisy, I can hear you.

Will you just open the door?

Look, I'm really sorry.

Okay?

Come on Daisy, just

open the damn door.

Please!

F*** you.

F*** you, f*** you, f*** you.

F*** you.

- How's everything going?

So, how's everything?

So, how is everything.

- For the life of me,

I couldn't figure out

why anybody would

be worried about

how their burial wig is

gonna be cut in the back.

So anyway...

- so, how is everything?

- F***!

- Coop.

- Yeah.

- What are you doing out here?

- Nothing, I'm just

taking a break.

- Are you okay?

- What the f*** am I

doing with my life?

- You know something,

you and I have known each

other for a very long time.

Right?

And I feel like I

barely know you.

I don't know, if you ask me

I just think that's really sad.

- Holy f***ing sh*t.

- Hey.

- Hey.

What the hell are

you doing here?

You scared the sh*t out of me.

- Sorry.

- Yeah, well?

What do you want?

- Can we talk?

- Sure we can talk but if

it's about your schedule

then you can f*** off

because I'm not changing it...

- it's not about my schedule.

- Yeah, well, what do you want?

- Look.

- You're gay?

I knew it.

- I'm not gay, nope.

I can't do this anymore.

- Do what?

- This.

I can't work here anymore.

- You're quitting?

- Yeah.

Sorry.

- What?

You're quitting.

So?

You want a f***ing

parade or something?

- No, it's just...

I worked here a long time.

- Yeah, well.

Sh*t happens.

F***ing white people.

Always have to be so

dramatic about everything.

- You can't just keep

showing up like this.

- I know.

- Okay, well, I'm just leaving.

What?

What do you want from me?

- I'm really sorry.

I really am and if it

is at all possible,

I would still like

to be your friend.

- I'm not sure it is.

- Can't we at least just try?

What the hell are

you so afraid of?

- I'm not afraid of anything.

- That is bullshit.

Because you are

just as afraid as me

only you're too

chickenshit to admit it.

Want me to go first?

Fine.

I have no idea what I want to

do with the rest of my life

and it scares the

sh*t out of me.

What else?

I'm afraid of getting old,

of being alone.

And I'm really afraid

that you won't forgive me.

So basically I'm just

scared to f***ing death.

So I'm begging you,

please can we just

give it one more try?

Because I would really,

really like to be your friend.

- You're such an a**hole.

- Hey there, big guy.

- Well, hello there.

- Oh, hey.

- How you're feeling?

- Good.

- That's good.

Well, if you two need

anything just let me know.

- Actually I'm...

Can I meet him?

- Well, yeah you can.

He's a good boy too.

- Come on, here, here.

Ready, ready?

Here, Cooper.

Yes.

- So what do you think?

- I like him.

He's old.

Kinda like you.

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