Georgia's Last Words

Chapter Seven

 “Cooper you really didn’t have to come.” My feet are on the dashboard and my teddy bear in my lap.

“I know.” He doesn’t offer any sort of explanation besides that.

“You really didn’t need to drive either.”

This time Cooper glances at me. “And let you drive us into a ditch. No thank you.”

I give him a weak smile. “Really, why are you coming?”

“I knew Grams.”

“Yeah, but it’s not like you were close with her or anything.”

Cooper sighs before replying again. “I’m coming because you need someone.”

“I have Mom and Dad, there’s Gramps and the rest of my family.”

He shakes his head. “No, you need someone who is there for you only.”

I look out the window and watch the passing scenery. “Coop, thanks.”

“Of course.”

We drive in silence. Once out of New York we drive into the next state and I find myself extremely bored. The tears have subsided for the time being and the quietness eggs them on. I try to play the alphabet game with myself, but I soon lose interest. My mind wanders to Miles, but the thought of him right now just irritates me. 

Not a call or a text. I’m heading to my dying grandmother’s side and I haven’t received a single sign of being thought of. Miles went from being in love with me to writing me off. He may have a good reason, but right now it ain’t good enough. 

“Hey Sky, you want to play a game?”

Thankful for the distraction I nod. “Sure.”

“Okay. This is how you play. We take turns asking questions, but you don’t answer any of them. So I would ask you what your favorite color was and you wouldn’t respond by asking me…asking me what the temperature is outside. The idea is to ask a question that the other person ends up answering. Got it?”

“I think so. Whoever answers one of the questions loses?”

“Yep. I’ll start.” Cooper pauses then quickly asks a question. “Who’s your favorite singer?”

“Favorite song?” I blurt out. 

“Favorite movie?”

“Do you like coffee?”

“Who’s hotter me or that guy who plays Ducky in that one movie?”

I pause and lose my next question. “Um, favorite fruit?”

“Favorite actress?”

“Favorite actor?”

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“Why are you persistent?”

“Who do you look up to?”

“Who do you admire?”

“Do you like me?”

“Yes,” I say without thinking. 

“What?” Cooper looks over at me. 

Both of us fall quiet. Neither of us thought that this game would have any significance to it. Yet, I just learned the truth behind my heart. At the same time so did Cooper. 

“Well I guess you lost.” He tries to joke. 

“Yeah, guess I did.” I stare out the window and the scene plays like one of those sad moments in the movies. You know the one with the rain falling on the car window and the thoughtful protagonist stares out the window while contemplating a deep decision.