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Christ

Noah grabbed his chest, like that would so need Pain pierced hiet up He’d kill whoever was behind the wheel of the truck Forget that he hadn’t been paying attention when he’d crossed the street, and that the driver obviously only rolled into hih in the past feeeks, that there was no way he was taking the blame for this one

"Motherfucker!" Cooper Bradshaw ju hit so slow--hopefully too slow to cause any real dae--but that didn’t make him feel any better Any ti else, or in this case, someone else, you could pretty uy on the ground, he hoped whoever he asn’t hurt too badly

"Oh shit," he cursed, looking down He had short, dark hair, his eyes squinted closed He was tall and…familiar… A smile spread across Cooper’s face "Noah? Noah Ja time no see How ya been?"

Noah cocked a brow at hi to say when you mowed down your best friend from childhood

"Run over," Noah replied

Cooper jerked himself out of the past to take care of what needed to be done "Sorry, man Where does it hurt?" He knelt down, still in shock that he not only hit someone, but that it was his old friend

"Still don’t knoatch where you’re going, I see" Noah smiled, and some of the tension eased out of Cooper’s shoulders Holy shit Noah Ja other people for your crap, I see You’re the one alked out onto the street without looking, just like you tried to go for that ball I’d already called" They’d been ten when Noahfootball with sooing for the same catch Coop had They’d collided in mid-air, fell on their asses, and then were best friends for the next three years

He’d stolen his first dirty ht now Snuck downstairs at night to watch his first porno with hiirls with hi, but they’d been a team

"You still didn’t have to run et up Coop cursed

"Maybe we should call an ambulance What hurts?"