Ninjago Boyfriend Scenarios

Your date- Cole

YAy!!! Cole!!! Is the outfit good? If not, imagine something else. So, minus the back pack, this seems pretty good of an outfit for this date. Okay, on with it!!!

"Please, talk to me." You begged your mom. You just finished getting ready for your date with Cole. You told your mom, and she only just nodded. That was when you snapped.
This has been going on long enough.
"Just because I'm not a ballerina any more doesn't mean you ignore your daughter!" You yell at her. She stared at you blankly. You clench your fists.
"Your being real childish for a grown women, mother" you spit venomously. You heard a knock at the door. You sigh. Cole was here.
"Thanks for nothing." You tell your mom. You had asked her to help you get ready, but she, of course, did no such thing. You went and opened the door, and saw Cole standing there in dark jeans, and a Fall out Boy t-shirt.
"Hey." He greeted, eyeing you up and down. "You look great." You blush and smile at him.
"You don't look to shabby yourself." You say with a wink. His face immediately turned bright red.
"A-are we going now, or w-what?" He stuttered, look down at his feet. You tsk.
"That depends." You look over your shoulder "MOM, GOING OUT AND WONT BE BACK UNTIL IM THIRTY!!" Still no reply. You sigh sadly, and look back at Cole.
"Let's just go." You say, brushing past him. You hear him close the door, and jog to catch up to you. He slips his hand into yours, and butterfly attacked your stomach.
"Your mom still being a, um-"
"A bitch?" You finish his sentence. "Yeah. She is. But let's not talk about that. I don't wanna ruin our date."
"Yeah, but-"
"Not now. Please?" You beg. He sighed, gripping your hand tighter.
"Alright. Alright." He caved. "Later. But I'm not dropping this."
"Wasn't expecting you to. So....What are we doing again?" You ask. Cole smiled sheepishly at you.
"Well, I don't know if you want to do it now. But I thought we could go dancing?" You freeze. Dancing. You haven't done that since you walked out on Madame Crabby ass. Your mom refused to sign you up for hip hop dancing.
Calm down y/n, you tell yourself, don't let that ruin your date. Cole has good intentions. Just have fun.
"That sounds perfect." You say, giving him a huge smile. He visibly relaxes, and tugs at your hand.
"We better get go in then, huh?" You happily let him drag you off.
This was your guys day.
Nothing was going to ruin it.

You got the dance club, and it was the typical scene. People grinding against each other. Girls walking around in short dresses. Jeez. You were the only one in a decent outfit. You look at Cole.
"I hope you know I'm not grinding on you anytime soon." You say, brow raised.
"What?! I wasn't- I didn't- I would never- gah!" He says, flustered. You giggle.
"I was just kidding pebbles. Calm down" he blushed a deeper red at the mention of his nick name.
"Yeah, okay. Just never do that again. I thought I blew it for sure. I didn't know this place was slut central. Other wise, I wouldn't have brought you here." You secretly fan girl over his gentleman side. He was too cute sometimes.
All of a sudden there was a change of music. The beat was familiar. Cole thought so to. He gasped.
"I love this song!" You recognize it as soon as the lyrics started to play. Cake by the Ocean, by Dnce.
No wonder Cole liked this song. It has cake in it.
Cole looked at you with a sly smirk on his face.
"What?" You ask. He yanked you on yo the dance floor, while multi colored lights swung back and forth, sending colored dots every where.
"Dance with me." Cole said, and started to dance with the beat. You watch in amazement. He was really good. Extremely good. What did he say? He started dancing at three? It definitely showed. After a few seconds, you got used to the beat, and started to move.



Found on YouTube, do not own.

You saw Cole looking at you in shock as he kept up his own dancing. No one ever expects you to be so good. Especially with the whole taking ballet half you life thing. No one ever thought you would sneak around practicing behind your mom's back.
A crowd formed around you and Cole, cheering you both on. You smile at Cole as the song finished, and you both stopped to catch your breath. The crowd dispersed as a new song came on, and went back to.....their 'dancing'.
"You're pretty good y/n." Cole complimented, hands on knees.
"Well, I'm not as good as you. But thanks." You say, his brown eyes meeting your e/c ones.
"Well.....we still have some dancing to do. Show me what you got." He challenged. You spent your night dancing with Cole.
And completely forgot about your mom.