you'd think double imprinting would make love easier, but for paul lahote and cole foster, it only seems to make things more complicated.
paul lahote x male!oc
imprints / best friends to lovers
pre-new moon - ?
updates wednesdays & saturdays
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chapter one; POLE AND PRINCESS.
"YOU'RE ALWAYS here so fast," Paul Lahote says with a pleased grin. He leans his arm on the space above the door of Cole Foster's Ford, leaned over to stare through the window with a smirk on his face. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you sit around waiting for me to ask you for a ride."
Cole merely hums. He taps his fingers against the middle console, shrugging his shoulders because he wasn't sure what else he could possibly say. It was true; he was sitting around, eyes practically attached to his phone screen.
He knew Paul would call, and he knew he'd drop everything to come and pick him up.
"You gettin' in or not?" Cole asks, sending him a lazy smile, flashing pearly white teeth his direction. His eyes light up, his hand moving to the radio to switch on some random music that would distract him during the ride.
Paul chuckled, shaking his head softly. Pulling the door open, he hopped right in, mindlessly tossing his sports bag towards the back seat. Cole's eyes watched the bag fly through the rearview mirror, sighing slightly and leaning back to readjust the bag so it sat neatly in the floorboard.
Paul merely watched, eyes glinting mischievously. He ran his hands through his own hair, groaning momentarily as the sweat soaked his hand, and he immediately leaned out the window to shake his hair out.
"If you hate sweat so much, why're you a basketball player?" Cole questioned. He raised a brow at the brunette's actions, and Paul merely grunted in response. It took all of his willpower not to stare.
Paul Lahote was ━ undoubtedly ━ a beautiful boy.
He was a special kind of build; buff, but not too buff, and skinny, but not too skinny. His hair was cut short, but not too short, and he had a few stray tendrils dancing on his forehead. But what distracted Cole most was the ripped workout tee he wore, sweat staining it dark, but showing his sides through the cuts around the arms.
Swallowing thickly, Cole leaned into his seat and rested his wrist lazily upon the steering wheel. He stared out the windshield for a few seconds, absentmindedly gnawing on his inner cheek, before he was kicking the truck into drive.
He could hear Paul humming beside him, tapping his fingers along with the random tune on the radio. Cole wasn't listening to it, nor would he; all he could hear was the static, repetitive sound of Paul's heartbeat drumming on in his ears.
It's a sound he's listened to all his life.
When Cole was eight, he had the misfortune of running headfirst into a coven of red-eyed fangsters ━ cold ones; vampires ━ and had the even greater misfortune of being stuck in the same diner as them for a total of one hour.
