The Bad Boys and the Fighter

12

I am proud to say that the writers block is officially over!

It was technically over two weeks ago, but I decided that you guys deserve a giant spam for sticking by this book during my absence. So, thank you very much and enjoy this three chapter spam.

xoxo

Elle

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Ariel

Thanksgiving was approaching and all of the boys except Cole left to their families that had come back from wherever they are for the holidays.

Cole and I laid in my bed, Netflix on the TV.  We were watching Greys Anatomy and I was in hysterics while Cole was laughing at me.

"Cole!" I sobbed. "It's not funny!"

He chuckled. "You're very sensitive," he pointed.

"Screw you!" I cried. "You're an emotionless. . ." I trailed off, not being ble to complete my sentence.

Cole pulled me closer to him and started playing with my hair. "It's alright, gorgeous. Everything will be alright."

I shook my head. "He's dead, Cole! He's dead!"

"Shh," he whispered, kissing my head. "It's alright."

I buried my face in his chest, ignoring the soft, almost silent chuckles leaving his lips. Once I calmed down ten minutes later, I looked back up at him.

"All better?" He wondered and I nodded.

"All better."

Cole pressed play and we continued watching the show, a few lone tears escaping my eyes as it furthered.

"Oh my god," he finally blurted, pressing pause again. "He's a character! The actor didn't really die, Ariel!"

I started spewing French nonsense at him, making my phased boyfriend furrow his brows.

I ended my rage with a, "Fuck you."

"I got that piece but everything else made my brain hurt," he told me.

A yawn defied my attempts to hold it back, all of my sobbing wearing me out. "I'm tired," I pouted.

He kissed my pout. "Go to sleep, then. I'll be here when you wake up."

I slowly drifted off. A few hours later I woke up and, true to his word, he was.

"You were hour for a while," he laughed.

"How long?" I mumbled, adjusting my position.

"Three and a half hours," he said, kissing my head. "I assumed you would be hungry, so I ordered pizza."

"Thank you," I whispered

"Of course."

His phone started ringing, so he slid it off the bedside table to check it out. "Sorry, babe. The boys needs me."

"Should I be worried I'm dating an arms dealer slash gang leader?" I wondered, pulling him in for a kiss.

"I'll be fine. I promise."