Cole's POV:I slid my fingers between Delia's as we walked down the sidewalk, Dylan walking behind us on his phone. He seemed to not want to talk to either of, and it was definitely something that had been recent. I had asked him to lowkey avoid Delia after all. I shrugged it off as I gently swung our hands. It was snowing around us as we walked towards the small building a few blocks down. I gently pulled my hand from Delia's when I felt her shudder slightly next to me. I quickly slid my arm around her shoulders, pulling her into my side. I smiled down at her naturally.
She looked up at me with a warm smile. Her nose was red from the cold, her cheeks the same wind struck red. Her green eyes were bright against the white falling flakes. One fell gently against her cheek, just below her eye. I leaned down slowly, gently pressing my lips to the small flake. She hummed happily before resting her cheek against my shoulder. I reached up, pulling the Jughead crown knitted cap over my ears.
I pulled the front door open, the heat flowing through the door instantly. I gently pushed Delia inside, holding the door for Dylan who shoved his phone in his pocket. The lobby was seemingly empty for the most part, excluding the one woman behind the counter. She was leaned over some magazine as I approached. She looked up slowly and her face of boredom changed to instant recognition.
"Oh! Mr. Berlanti has been waiting for you. Down the hall on your right and to the left. Good luck," she said a little too enthusiastically. I thanked her with a smile before sliding my hand back into Delia's. I pulled her down the hall with me. I stopped just before the door. I couldn't help but just stare at it. Delia gently slid her hand down my arm as I glanced down at her. She gave me a gentle smile as she moved to stand on her tip toes. She gently pressed her lips to mine. I was about to walk through the door to the rest of my life. She made me feel not even remotely nervous about it, though. I sighed softly against her lips before quickly grabbing her face, pressing my lips to her more firmly. Her hands slid to my elbows as I pecked over her lips.
I pulled away slowly as she looked over my face, her green eyes bright. I pecker her lips again gently before glancing back at the door. I took a deep breath as I slid my hand over the knob.
"You can do it, baby. I'll be right behind you," she whispered soothingly. I pushed the handle with a gentle touch, pushing the door open as a smile slid to my face.
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Delia's POV:
I quietly shut the door behind me, glancing around the room. It was mostly empty except for a desk just in front of the window. Two men and a small woman were sitting behind it as Cole approached them. They all stood up, grinning brightly at him. A tall thin man held his hand out to Cole.
"Cole Sprouse. What a pleasure. I couldn't think of anyone else to play this roll. I was quite excited at how quickly you replied to my email. Not an agent. Straight from you!" Cole let out a soft chuckle as he shook his hand. "We just need to you to prove me right." Cole shrugged as he shook the other man's hand.
"That's what I'm here to prove, I guess. I've never adored a character more, sir," Cole said politely. He shrugged as he talked, trying to keep his hands out of his pockets.
"Why do you want to be Jughead, Cole?" Greg asked in a calm voice. Cole was quiet for a second before he answered.
"The purpose of Jughead isn't to beat the fact that he's Jughead over that audiences jug heads. I don't expect him to be constantly eating thirty seven cheeseburgers on screen. I mean, I would like to see that, but that's not the point. It was also revealed that Jughead was asexual. I don't expect his sexuality to be at risk currently, but his first and only true love is himself. I hope they keep him as asexual. It would definitely be a great thing to represent. That's the kind of community that deserves more recognition. They get things so hard in society, and it's definitely something that needs light. There's no better character to portray that with. I've been in love with this character for so long now. I worked in a comic book store when I was younger and they were all I wanted to read. I've grown attached to not just Jughead but the whole series. Not a whole lot would make me happier."

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Bobcat
FanfictionWhile attending NYU, Delia continuously sees the same guy not thinking much of it, until a not so discrete friendship forms while hiding from the paps in the large city of New York to pursue her dream of becoming a world renowned artist.