Bobcat

Ivy and Red Brick

Chapter Songs:

The Only One -Andy Lange
Breathe In, Breathe Out - Mat Kearney
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Cole's POV:

My hands were on the steering wheel of my car once again. We were driving home, and I had this never ending worry that the ring would fall out of my pocket. I glanced over at her in the dim lights from the street. Her cheek was against her arm as she leaned against the door. She was on the brink of sleep. Her eyes kept closing slowly, each blink getting longer than the last. I pulled my hand from the wheel, moving to find hers that was relaxing in her lap.

She fell asleep already. I hadn't been driving but ten minutes. I slid my thumb over her ring finger, my mind not leaving the ring that was in my pocket. I was too soon. Everything was too soon. I felt like she was barely ready for us, let alone the small chunk of diamond in my pocket. My mom was right. We hadn't been dating long. 


My mother had been a little harsh in meeting Delia, but I didn't blame her. I called her at three in the morning to come get me out for a marijuana charge. She's gotten Dylan from the precinct more than anyone could count on their fingers. I was her small, precious, innocent Cole that never did anything, and she probably was blaming Delia for the entire monstrosity. I didn't blame her. It did look bad. 


I sighed softly as I pulled my hand from the steering wheel at the light, pulling the ring out of my pocket. There was literally not going to be a good time for this, and I was sure she wouldn't ever be ready. I wasn't ready, but things like that, there's never a good time for, like kids. It's something you just had to do. She definitely made me happy. I lingered on my mother's words before shoving it back in my pocket and continuing the drive home. 


It wasn't but another ten minutes of driving before I pulled up in front of our town house. I leaned over slowly to her sleeping figure, slowly kissing over her cheek. She began to stir as I moved my lips slowly over her face. I mumbled that we were home quietly before opening my door and getting out. I opened her door for her, helping her out before gathering her in my arms. 


I held her against my chest as she buried her face in my neck. I kicked the door closed behind me as I pressed my lips to her forehead. She was so small and perfect. It was too soon to think about marriage, definitely, but I couldn't help but think about the possibility of me carrying her like this through our front door in the next two to three years. I really needed to stop thinking about her like this so soon. 


I got her into bed before walking into our art room. I set my camera down on her old dresser before sitting at my computer for a while. I was haunting twitter when I finally saw it. 


Cole Sprouse and Girlfriend Arrested on Marijuana Charge

Okay, what's new? Next. I kept scrolling before I noticed a fan page I followed that tagged me in a picture of me buying the ring last week, asking me what that was about with a #CeliaSprarin. I stared at it before going to her page. It was full of questions about the ring. I didn't need this happening. I wasn't going to ask her to marry me any time soon, and twitter was not about to ruin this for me.

Cole Sprouse: Delia and I aren't getting married. I'm not sure where this idea came from? #WhatAreYouTalkingAbout

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Delia's POV:

I woke up to what felt and sounded like an empty house. I had class today, but I didn't really want to go. I rolled over in my empty bed, staring at the dark melancholy blue wall. Everything was quiet as I slowly sat up in bed. The light was shining through the window. I reached for my phone, checking the time. It wasn't too much past three. I had already missed class, but I had a lot of twitter notifications. I inhaled deeply almost in irritation as I slid my legs off the bed. Them talking about rings. I didn't question it. I pulled on one of Cole's old oversized sweaters before walking downstairs. The tv was on low. Cole was asleep across the couch with his favorite movie on. I smiled at the view of The Breakfast Club. I reached down slowly, gently pushing my fingers through his darkly dyed hair. I traced my fingers along his jaw. His lips were parted and his hair was a mess. He didn't even stir, until his phone started vibrating furiously against his stomach.  He sat straight up, startling me slightly. He quickly answered his phone.