Ninjago Boyfriend Scenarios

when you meet him- cole

Cole is meh second favorite. In this story, he's not a ghost. On with it!!!
F/k/c= favorite kind of coffee

"How many times do I have to demonstrate this for you, y/n?" You groan.
"I don't know! As long as It takes for me to do it right!" You answer sarcastically. you were at the Ninjago dance studio, trying to live up to your mom's name as a prima ballerina.
Not really working out that well.
Madame Cynthia shook her head, and pinched the bridge of her nose. "This isn't working. You clearly haven't inherited your mother's grace and poise. You just simply can't do it!"
"Nooooo, really? I thought falling on my ass meant I was succeeding." Madame Cynthia looked up at you, cross.
"Young lady! That is no way for a pupil to speak to her teacher!"
"Well, I quit then!" You say, ripping your tutu off. God, you hated that thing. "I never wanted to be here anyway!" You turn on my heel, and grab your hoodie from off the coat rack, and head out the door, slamming it behind you.
Leaving the dancing studio, you throw your tutu in the nearest alley, and walked on. You have no idea where your going.
But it's better than staying with Madame Crabby ass.
As you walk, you get weird looks. Oh yeah. You never changed out of your leotard or tights. You pull your hoodie over my head, pulling the hood onto your head.
You don't know how your going to face your mom. She was so excited that you were going to do ballet, she leaped and spun all around your house for the whole day.
But the problem was, you wanted to do hip hop dancing. Not ballet. But you couldn't tell her that. Not after she paid for the best ballet teacher to teach you one on one.
You just didn't want to let her down.
But you failed at that too. Now, crabby ass is going to call her, tell her about your language and how you failed in ballet and shit. Great. Wonderful. Neat. Splendid.
FML.
You walked into the nearest coffee shop, and ordered f/k/c. Caffeine helps you deal with life's problems.
You take a seat by a window, looking out at Ninjago. The sky rumbles, and a few drops of water run down the glass.
Great. Rain.
You sip your coffee. Two minutes later, it's raining ninjas and pirates outside. I'm going to have to walk home in that, you think to yourself, no way in hell am I calling my mom for a ride. I don't want to face her now.
As you think your dreary thoughts, a tall boy walks in. His hair is soaked and so is his......ninja gi?
The boy shakes his black hair out, sorta like a dog.....only way cuter.
He goes up to the barista and says something about cake. The barista goes to the display case, and takes out a vanilla cake with chocolate frosting.
He says a 'thanks man' and walks over to the nearest table.
Right across from yours.
You stare at his messy black hair, and his tan skin. You notice he has dark brown eyes that look like you could drown in them.
Right now, you really do want to drown yourself in something.
Like ice cream.
Stop staring y/n, you tell yourself, it's creepy.
You look down at your coffee, and then start focusing on scratching the nail polish off your nails.
When you look back up, you see raven head looking at you. You blush a little. How long as he been doing that?
Your eyes make contact, then you both look away, blushing.
"Y-you d-dance?" You hear a rich voice ask. You look back up. Raven head was talking to you.
"Um, yeah." You said, looking down at your coffee. "Used to, anyway."
Silence stretched between us. You went back to picking at your nails until you hear the scraping of a chair.
You look up, and to your surprise, raven head is sitting in the seat across from you. He holds out a hand across the table.
"I'm Cole Brookstone." He says, looking right at you. You hesitantly shake his hand.
"Y/n l/n." You say back. You sit back in your chair, arms folded across your chest. "What brings you to my table?" You ask curiously. Cole clears his throat.
"You just.....look like you need someone to talk to."
"What makes you say that?" You demand. How had he read you so well?
He shrugs. "You just look like you do." Your both silent for a minute. Then Cole breaks the awkwardness oh so well.
"Sooooo" he says, drawing out the o "how's your day going?"
"Shitty." You say bluntly. He visibly winced.
"Well, that was straight forward." You roll my eyes.
"You would be cursing too, if you quit ballet, and have to talk to your mother- who, F.Y.I, used to be a prima ballerina- about it." You huffed.
"I guess I would." He responds knowingly. "Is that why-"
"Yup. After storming out and cussing at my crabby teacher, I just realized I forgot my clothes. So, a walk later, here I am,and cup of coffee later, here you are."
"Sounds like a Shitty day."
"It is and was and still will be. My mother is probably kicking Every thing she sees." You put your head in my hands. "I never wanted to do this. Ballet, I mean. I was more into hip hop. But when I told my mom I wanted to dance, she took it the wrong way and thought I wanted to do ballet." Cole nods, seeming to follow Every thing you say.
"Like my dad." He said.
"What?" You ask, looking up into his eyes. He sighs.
"My dad has always wanted me to be a performer. Started to teach me to sing and dance when I was three. I hated it. I always wanted to do something else. I just couldn't find the right way to tell him."
"You wanted to do karate?" You ask, gesturing to his gi.
"What? No. I wanted to be a ninja. So I became one. But when I left my dad, I lied and said I was dancing. Eventually, he found out and accepted me for who I wanted to be."
"Whoa whoa, back it up. Your a ninja?" He smiles.
"Earth ninja." Ohhh. He's that Cole.
"And second, your saying that if I tell my mom my hopes and dreams she'll immediately understand?" Cole shakes his head, chuckling.
"No. She might be mad you didn't turn out the way she wanted you to. But she'll understand later on. My dad was mostly mad about me not telling the truth. Maybe she might be the same way." You shrug.
"Maybe." You look out the window. The rain stopped, and outside , a cliche double rainbow sat in your view.
"What dose it mean?" You hear Cole ask himself quietly. You just shake your head, laughing.
You stand, still laughing, and grab your half filled coffee cup.
"I better go. Thanks Cole. Have fun with the ninja job." He shrugs, looking up at you with amusement.
"Maybe next time I see you, I'll be saving your life."
"Dream on Brookstone." You say, while he laughs.
You walked out of the coffee shop in a better mood than you walked in.

You mom wasn't home. She's probably out, dealing with her anger. You sigh, putting your hands in your hoodie pocket.
Then, you felt a piece of paper. Curious, you take it out and unfold it.

Hey y/n. Give me a call when you ever need to vent your anger. Or if you need a little saving. But I would love it if you'd call to hang out sometime.
- Cole
P.s I saw you staring at me earlier.
P.P.s here's my number
231-342-908
P.P.P.s I know your blushing.

And you were.

That was Cole. Yay. Zane next. More yays.