Bobcat

Juno

Cole's POV:

I had been sitting at my computer looking for plane tickets for three to Vancouver. The script was lying on my desk next to me. It had been a few years since I had done any acting. I stayed awake most nights after Delia had fallen asleep. I'd walk in circles around the living room coffee table repeating my lines over and over until I grew tired of hearing the words. I had never wanted a part so badly. This was an opportunity to stand up for something that I believed in and believed deserved a larger representation in the world. Jughead Jones was an asexual character, meaning that he was not sexually attracted to anyone or anything. Nothing sexual interested him and probably wouldn't ever.

Asexual, pansexual, and the likes were the types or sexual orientations that sincerely needed more recognition. A lot of the world only recognized straight and gay, with a slight exception of bisexuality. There were so many other sexualities that had yet to be recognized, and I definitely thought that with playing Jughead, I could bring more of them to the light. If I got the part, I would push to keep Jughead Jones as asexual as possible. It would be so beautiful to be the representation of an entire culture of sexuality. After so long of being told that no other sexualities existed or that they weren't real to begin with, I was hoping to give them something to hold on to. They existed and they were still human for feeling the way they felt.

I got up from my desk slowly, pushing my fingers through my hair as I walked back into our room, glancing at her still sleeping figure in the bed. She was so at peace. Her lips were parted as she moved slightly in her sleep. Her cheeks were red and her dark hair was falling in her face. Her brow was furrowed as her lips drew back together. She should be waking up soon if anything. The sun had already rose and was showing the thin curtains in our room. I sighed softly as I gently pushed her hair behind her ear, leaning down and pressing my lips against her forehead. She really was so perfect. I walked out of the room quietly. I didn't get even get to the top of the stairs when I heard her voice say my name. It wasn't sleepy and it wasn't so much a question. Her voice was fearful. My heart felt like it was going to fall out of my chest as I shoved the door back open. She was sitting up in bed, clutching the blankets. Her eyes were wide as she stared at me. Her lips were parted out of fear. I quickly crawled onto the bed, gathering her in my arms. I pulled her into my chest, wrapping my arms around her tightly as she curled into a ball in my lap. I slid my hand over her back as her body seemed to shake. I gently pushed my fingers through her hair as I rocked her gently. Shushing her quietly. Her voice was a whisper.

"I dreamed that I couldn't find you. We were in an awful place." She had started to cry against my chest as her voice got quieter. "I couldn't find you." Her body shook gently as I wrapped my arms around her firmly, burying my face in her hair.

"I'm right here and I wouldn't ever leave you," I whispered to her softly. She still shook slightly in my grasp but her sobs subsided in time. I stayed quiet and ran my hand over her back as she grew quiet herself. I pulled away gently, just enough to look down at her.

Her eyes were red and there were salt streaks down her cheeks. I gently ran my thumb over the water lines on her face. She glanced up at me slowly as I let my fingers graze against her cheek.

"I don't plan on leaving you for the rest of my life, Delia. You can bet on that," I whispered down to her. She nodded slowly before sliding her arms around my shoulders, burying her face in my neck. I held her tightly for a few more minutes before we heard a smashing of plates. She jumped slightly before quickly crawling out of bed. I followed after her. Eleven months. I couldn't walk away now.

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Delia's POV:

I almost fell down the stairs, crashing onto the landing before sliding through the living room into the kitchen. I almost laughed at what I was seeing. I felt my hand cover my face as I leaned against the wall, hiding what was becoming the biggest smile. I had gone from crying to laughing in a matter of a few minutes.