I collapse on my bed wanting nothing more than for the day to end. Everything had gone wrong. I woke up late, which made me miss breakfast, which made me sick. Then I absolutely bombed a math test, and now I have a pounding headache from all of the shit that went on in my last class of the day.
The door to my room opens and I hear my boyfriend Cole speak to me.
"Your mom let me in. She told me that you had had a bad day. Come here, tell me about it."
He sat down with me on the bed, as I rested my head on his chest and told him what happened.
"I woke up late this morning and you know how I am if I do that, so I got sick. Yay. Then I failed a test it math. That's just going great. Then these girls who are on the basketball team were shit talking me saying I had no right being with you and I was ugly, so that made me feel great. And finally my 5th period is super annoying and everyone is always super loud, so now I have a massive headache."
I was so pissed off that I started to cry without realizing. The weight of the day just hitting me like a ton of bricks.
Cole just held me as I cried. He rubbed my back and told me things that he loved about me to make me feel better.
"I love how your eyes light up when you talk about the things your passionate about, and when your smile gets bigger and you talk a little louder than usual, you're really really passionate about it."
I stopped when he said that, sitting completely up and moving myself from his arms.
"You do?" I seriously questioned him at this moment.
I didn't think he noticed, hell I didn't even know I did these things.
"I love you Cole. Seriously."
I put my hands on his cheeks and looked him in the eyes.
"You are everything Cole Caufield, my everything. Thank you for making my bad days better."
a/n: sorry this one was short, I promise the other ones will be better. I've been in kinda a Cole mood for like a month now and just had to write this.
