Bobcat

There's a Leek in the Boat

Delia's POV:

Cole leaned over the table with a large grin. His large hands were wrapped around the side of his phone as he hid behind it slightly. I was kind of just staring at the phone as I hid behind a piece of bread. I was leaned back in my chair with my elbows on the arm rests. He slowly moved the phone towards me. I reached forward quickly with a soft laugh, moving my hand over the camera in the top left corner. He yanked the phone away from my grasp.

"Delia, you don't wanna say hi to snapchat? That's so offensive," he said with a slight look of fake offensiveness. I giggled again as I pulled my hand away from trying to reach his phone. I sat back in my seat as the waitress brought us a bottle of wine, pouring a half glass for each of us.

"Did you tell them about your roll as Jughead?" I asked before shoving another piece of bread in my mouth, watching him as he shrugged.

"I figured that I wouldn't tell them until I got all the paperwork turned in and the CW told me it was okay. I don't want to tell them and then it not happen in the end," he almost whispered as he lowered the phone. He moved to pick up his glass of wine, taking a slightly too long of a sip. He set it down again gently, the two rings he had on his fingers clinking against the glass. He sat back in his chair as I leaned slightly on the table, careful of my elbows. I hummed softly as I looked over the menu.

"That makes sense. I don't blame you. Your fans are great. They'd understand. I also don't think anything would go wrong. Both you and the writers seemed intent on you playing Jughead." He stayed quiet for a moment as he stared at me from across the table. He shrugged before sliding his phone face down on the table. The waitress came back and ordered our food a few moments later. I felt Cole's fingers against my thigh before I gently slid my hand into his. He furrowed his brow for a second before pulling his hand from mine. I watch him in slight confusion as he moved his chair to the side of the table closer to me. I rolled my eyes with a smile as he leaned back in his chair with a look of satisfaction. He let out a quiet laugh before looking away slightly embarrassed. I gave him a confused look.

"Sorry. I just remembered this really funny part in a movie. I don't know why it came up now of all times," he mumbled as he pushed his fingers through his hair. I leaned against the table again with a smile. He really was adorable. "Remember the movie Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2?" I nodded slowly as I took a sip from my own drink. "The part where they're floating down the river and Flynn yells that there's a leek in the boat and then it shows the leek looking traumatized into the camera before he just kinda," he whispered before he leaned back in his chair letting out a soft scream with wide eyes, quickly moving his hands about. He instantly broke out into laughter before covering his face with his hands. He rested his forehead against the edge of the table as I let out a loud laugh myself. Half of the restaurant had turned around to stare at us. Neither one of us cared as we continued to sit there in our own puddle of laughter. He had laughed so hard that I swore he just snorted.

"Did you just," I began to ask. His face went red as he stared at me. We locked eyes and neither one of us held it very long before we broke out into laughter again. He was partially drunk. I hadn't ever seen Cole like this but it was far past adorable. He was quoting children's movies with a high sense of enthusiasm in the nicest restaurant we could have found. He slowly pulled his hands over his cheek as he looked at me out of the corner of his eye. I set my elbow on the table, resting my cheek against my hand as I watched him. He was so carefree and happy. It was like all the bullshit back in New York hadn't happened, like Marsh NY hadn't tried to start anything, like Dylan wasn't obviously in love with me anymore, like Nova didn't exist, like school wasn't dragging him down even though he only had final exams left and he graduated in December. He was so happy that I could see it etched into every crease along his mouth and eyes when he smiled. He grinned at me happily as he took another long sip of wine. We made eye contact again, causing him to almost spit out the sip of wine he just took. This was too much for the both of us. This level of happiness was something that neither of us had really felt in a long time. Vancouver was the place to be for the both of us or so it seemed.