My name is Christopher Cooper Manson. I play sports, guitar, drums, bass, and basically any instrument popular in America. I'm turning 18 a week after graduation from Central High. My summer is going to consist of parties and getting ready for colle...
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"Cool."
She was really pretty. Brown hair and eyes. She kind of looked like Ophelia from The Royals, but skinnier legs and a little taller.
"You the one they call the Party Cooper?"
I laughed, "Uh, Yeah. I usually ruin parties for all singles. Are you new here?"
She laughed awkwardly. She looked around. "Yeah. I came for college. I'm going to the University of Alabama. My brother came to help me settle down and find some friends."
"Hey! That's weird. I am too. I live here though."
"Cool!" After a minute or so of silence she stated a new conversation, "Nice place, huh?"
"Yeah. Julia's family is pretty rich. I don't think anyone here even plays any instruments."
"I think her boyfriend does."
"Nate? He seems too focused on sports for that."
Things got slightly less awkward, still really awkward, but slightly less. "My brother told me that it's his guilty pleasure. They're good friends. I can't believe they reserved an entire room for him. That would explain the hoop."
"Yeah."
She went and sat on the couch and I awkwardly sat looking at the guitar.
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