Call me later, cutie. (cscoop x traves)

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Travis' pov

I woke up to see the sun was already out and shining bright, and Cooper was still passed out in my lap. I slipped my phone out of my back pocket to find that not only was it basically dead, it was also 10:30.

Usually I'd be pretty upset about waking up late or having to stay home from school, but this morning was a huge exception. There's no way I could let Cooper go to school like this, let alone leave him by himself for the day. So, I just stayed right where I was.

It stayed like this for about thirty more minutes until out of nowhere I heard a small, 'Travis..'

"Yes, Coopie?"

"What time is it? Did I oversleep?"

"It's almost 11 right now."

"Oh my god I'm so sorry.. I usually get up really early and I.. I hope you're not mad at me.."

"Of course I'm not. I think if you've ever deserved to oversleep and miss school, it's been today. Now let's get up and eat some breakfast."

The rest of the day was like this for the most part. Encouraging Cooper to eat, holding him when he randomly started crying, helping calm him down when he needed it.

He stayed off of his phone most of the day, unless texting someone back, considering he was getting a lot of messages about his mom. But there's one instance where he went to the bathroom with it, and I heard him crying as I walked past.

"Can you unlock the door please?"

"Mhmm.."

I heard a shuffling movement and the door unlock. There I heard another shuffling motion which sounded like him sitting on the floor.

I opened up the door to seem him sat there, teary eyed, with the article open. He had clearly been reading it, as his phone was covered in tears.

"Come on Coopie, let's go somewhere a little more comfortable," I said as I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. As much as I wanted to let him cry on the bathroom floor and mourn like I did, I decided against it. The last thing I could ever want was for him have to be alone during this like I was.

I walked him upstairs to the bedroom and sat him down on the bed. I sat down beside him, still having my fingers interlaced in his.

"Travis I just- I can't- I can't stop t-thinking about it Travis I just... I just can't..."

"Shhhh. It's okay, I understand Cooper. Maybe you should lie down for a little bit," And he did just that. He lied his head down in my lap and fell asleep in nearly five minutes as I played with his hair. Sleeping while sitting up straight was extremely uncomfortable for the most part, but just knowing he was at least sleeping was enough for me.

Tuesday and Wednesday were the exact same for the most part. We both continued to stay home from school and I continued to take care of him. My mom came in late Tuesday night before she went off to work, and said her condolences to Cooper. Needless to say Cooper immediately burst into tears and seeing him cry made her cry, which made me cry. So we just sat there in this sobbing triangle.

Thursday started off the same, until a few hours after we woke up Cooper got another text from his older brother.

"Is everything okay?"

"Apparently the funeral's tomorrow and I need to find something formal to wear. Unfortunately though I don't have anything and I barely have any money."

"Before my dad passed he basically lived in formal stuff. My mom kept most of his outfits just in case they ended up fitting me one day, and you look like you could fit in his stuff."

"Thank you, but I don't know... Showing up to see a dead person in another dead person's clothes.. Isn't that like wrong or something..?"

"Well of course not. Maybe their spirits will meet and become friends. My dad was a pretty charismatic person, so I'm sure he'd love meeting your mom."

And for the first time since Saturday, I saw him smile, and even laugh a little. It was nice knowing I could cheer him up, even if it wasn't much.

"Well I guess I have to wear his stuff now. My mom loved making friends.."

For the first time in years I saw some of my dad's old clothes again. They were kept in my mom's closet still, but pretty far back. Cooper tried some things on and the clothes fit him almost perfectly. Although it was kind of upsetting to see someone in my dad's clothes again, it was also pretty nice.

Eventually he picked out just an average black suit. In all honesty he looked a lot like my friend Schlatt, who was always dressed for a business deal.

Seeing Cooper wear my dad's old clothes made me tear up a bit. I was never too close with my dad, I honestly never talked to him, but it still hurt.

I'll never forget my dad passing. He was finally home one night and he wanted to go to the store and buy some drinks. My mom said it was far too late and that he should just wait until the morning, but instead he insisted he'd be okay.

And then she got the call. He never came back home. He wasn't okay. My mom wasn't okay either. To be truthful, she was in shambles. I had to learn how to take care of both of us, since she had a really hard time taking care of herself.

I had to learn to cook, clean, do basically every household chore, cheer her up, stop panic attacks, and carry her when she fell asleep anywhere other than her bed. It was really hard at first, but I figured out how to do stuff pretty quick.

The family was pretty worried she'd end up an alcoholic like my aunt did when her husband died of cancer, but my mom luckily didn't. Most people turn to bad things to cope, but she didn't really turn to anything to cope. She just kind of struggled for a while.

But she's okay now. We're both okay now. I just hope Cooper will be able to be okay too.

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next chapter will be p sad i think idk yet
also hi guys