Young Collective - Cole Sprouse

Chapter seven

Cole wakes me up with a cup of tea. I rise up off the couch, only my underwear on. I pull the blanket up. The sun shines in through the kitchen window and highlights dust floating in the air. The room smells like earl grey and the air is light. He sits in front of me on the coffee table. Jeans on. Shirt off. A cup in his hand and one on the table. Running his hand through his hair.

"Afternoon." He smiles.

"Huh?" I rise and stretch. My body aches from sharing the couch. He stares at me. I hug the blanket to my naked body.

"We have to go to the studio in 20 minutes." He gets up and puts his t shirt on which lays on the end of the couch.

"What time is it." I close my eyes and try to divert the headache from my head.

"Twelve." He looks down at me. His eyes stern but gentle. I don't wanna get up. How did I sleep in so late?

"Shit. Can you please pass me my bra-" I point to my black lace bra lying next to where his shirt lay. He picks it up and throws it to me. I catch it and teasingly let the blanket fall so I can put my bra on. I see him smirk in the corner of my eye and he puts on his leather jacket that I didn't see him wear last night. I get up and waltz around the room, picking up items of clothing. I place them in a pile as I go. Once I'm finished I turn to Cole who sits on the couch drinking his tea. I rush into the bathroom and redo my hair. Messy bun. I then walk to my suitcase which sits near the door. Out of it I take a baby blue tight expanded long sleeve. It's one of my favourites, and a pair of blue denim boyfriend jeans. I chuck them on and tie my vans up on my feet. Cole hands me my bag which was on the coffee table as he walks over. I take out my keys. I realise I left my tea over on the table so I walk over and see my phone next to it. I grab it and check it. I see Isa's messages again and I remember the article. I check the page to see if I was just dreaming but no. It's still there. I take gulp of my tea and decide to ask Cole in the car. I'm still angry. I leave my tea in rebuttal and walk over and out the door. Cole follows me.

"Sorry for following you around all night." He gets in the car. I get in and out the keys in the engine. I turn to him.

"It's totally fine Cole. But I- actually wanted to ask you about something." I reverse out of the driveway and start down the street.

"Shoot." He says as he checks his phone. I see him distracted and frowning. I give him a second hoping he's seeing what I saw last night. He goes to say something but stops. Finally he licks his phone and puts it in his pocket.

"I'm sorry." He says.

"How did they know where we were?" I turn right. Cole stares out at the civilians and bus stops and cars.

"They've been following me since I came back to LA to shoot for Riverdale." He says bluntly.

"What's Riverdale? And why the hell are they following you?" I sigh. I don't have time for this.

"It's a new Netflix series that is doing really well-"

"Wait, I thought you stopped acting?" I interrupt.

"I did, for five years. Went to NYU and then I decided to audition for this show. Anyway it did really well and now I'm gaining back my following I had when I was younger." He pauses and looks at me. I'm still frowning. I don't get it? "I was a Disney star Elora. Now I'm being followed by the paps again, and I'm really sorry you were brought into it." He sighs.

"So you're a celebrity?" I laugh. He glares at me, then smiles.

"Whys that so funny?" He asks.

"I don't know, it's just. You don't seem like the famous type. You're so reserved and mysteries." I pull up in the car park of the studio, which Julian gave me the address to. I unbuckle my seatbelt and before I get out the car I turn to him and say,

"Well at least now they know you're not gay." I laugh. And he frowns at me as we walk in. I totally don't think about how Julian and the rest of the crew took this. But I'm about to find out.

We both walk in to see Julian standing leaning against a couch facing us, glaring. Dylan sits behind him looking back smirking slightly. Graham stands on the end of the couch staring at his phone. Clearly going through the article. I look at Julian and try and his expression.

Quite angry. He looks a quite angry.