Bobcat

Hanging Lights

Chapter Songs:
Two Good Things - Modern Baseball
Ocean Eyes - Astronomyy

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Cole's POV:

I had sent all of my photos to Anne so they could get them up on the walls and everything set. They should be up by noon for the most part. That's what she told me anyway. I just had to hold off until then to show Delia. I knew she would be excited, and I was ready to show her.

My hand was in hers as we walked up the stairs out of the subway. We were going to walk around Central Park, and I couldn't help but smile as the sun hit against our faces in the slight up and coming pre winter air. Our fingers were intertwined as she swung our hands slightly. I wasn't even paying attention to where I was going. I was too busy watching her. She smiled so brightly as she pulled me into the park. Her heavy waved hair fell around her face, and she had an air of confidence around her that I wish I owned. She was almost obnoxiously adventurous. She loved this city more than anything. It made her smile so brightly. I wished I could make her smile like that.

That's when I saw it. The rat was trying to take pictures. I gently pulled her back to me, pulling my phone out quickly. I knew she was looking at me confused as hell. I snapped a picture of this kid that was trying to take a picture of me and simply smirked at him. Damn right, kid. Going on my Instagram. I pulled up Instagram before showing her.

"I literally have an entire Instagram of fans who try to take my picture. Fastest camera wins. This kid just made my wall of fame," I said with a laugh. Her laugh flowed through mine, almost in a harmonious sound. She took my phone from me, scrolling through the pictures.

"Why am I not on this? Painting and doodling is the same difference. Who the hell would win that race? Not you," she remarked with an air of pure sass and a roll of her eyes.

"Delia. That's why you're not on my page. You're on my real Instagram . I upload my photos on occasion," I said chuckling as I slid my arm around her shoulder, pulling her into my side. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "You're going to get that more than you think you will."

"Okay but what if paparazzi try to take pictures of you?" she asked intrigued, raising her eye brow.

"You think I don't take pictures of them either?" I asked laughing softly. Her hand found mine that was draped around her shoulder. "I used to give them the middle finger. It makes the photos unusable, but at this point, I don't care. What are they going to say? Oh! Who's he dating?! I will show you off faster than they wank off to their low HD quality photos." Her cheeks were as red as the flowers that were planted along the pathways. She stayed quiet as she played with my fingers.

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Delia's POV:

It didn't matter to me that he said something about people jacking off to their own photos. I couldn't look away from him no matter how red my face was getting. He was serious. The strain in his voice and the way his eyes seemed almost a clear blue green when he looked at me said it all. I didn't care who was around or who knew who he was.

My hand moved to his jaw, moving to my tiptoes as I leaned up, quickly pressing my lips to his. My finger tips grazed against his skin, moving to push through his hair, tangling at the back of his neck. One of his hands was slowly sliding over my back, the other was gently pushing the hair out of my face, cupping my cheek as he leaned over me. My other hand was resting against his chest as I felt his lips part against mine. My cheeks were as red as they had ever been in history, and I could feel him smile against my lips as someone whooped in the background.