Young Collective - Cole Sprouse

Chapter seventeen

Cole and I sit on my upstairs verandah, the one you can walk into from my bedroom. We hold a cigarette in our hands. Occasionally inhaling simultaneously. We sit close, our legs intertwined. There's a warm breeze blowing through the evening air and I feel safe. I hear my phone go off on my bed but I don't even think to get up and check it. I just want to stay in Coles arms.

"How long are you staying for?" I mumble. I lean back into Coles chest. His arms linger around me.

"A month." He answers.

"What?" I sit up and turn to him. He takes a drag of his cigarette.

"I have to go to London for a comic con and then Europe. We're doing the premiere for season 2." He doesn't look at me.

"So you're just going to leave." I move away from him and ash my cigarette.

"I'll be back." He sighs. I can tell he doesn't want to go.

"Why did you take the job?" I ask.

"What job?"

"Riverdale..." I say. He doesn't reply. "I know you love acting or whatever and you've done well for yourself but the first time I met you, you said you loved taking photos. You called yourself a photographer. So why don't you become one, put more time into it." I add.

"Why don't you become a photographer?" He frowns at me.

"I'm not Cole Sprouse. I can't just become a photographer and live off it if I want to. You can. I have to work in a cafe and live off my mothers inheritance. I don't get to wake up in the morning to a star studded lifestyle." I get up and walk into my room, anger rises in my chest. I hear him come after me. I sit on my bed, facing the stairs. I run my hands through my hair, clenching my skull.

"You can't go again." I look up at Cole who stands above me. He sits down and hugs me, his warm chest cradling my head. He kisses my hair.

"Come with me." He whispers. I look up at him.

"What do you mean?" I ask. Confused.

"Come with me to London and Europe. We can stay in the same hotel and while I'm doing press interviews you can travel around, I have a few days off, we can look around together." He smiles.

"I- I can't?" I frown. "I don't have enough money and I only just got this job down the street and I all the paparazzi.." I say frantically.

"I'll pay for it-"

"Nooo," I giggle,

"And you can find another job and because we won't be together during most of the days there'll be no paparazzi!" He pressures me.

"I have things to do, I'm trying to get a photo shoot lined up with Julian's friend and.."

"El, I can get you in with any photographer you'd like, and I don't mind. Just come please." He begs now.

"How long for?" I ask.

"Two months and two weeks." He answers.

"I'll let you know." I smile. He smiles back and draws his face close to mine. I inhale deeply as Cole kisses me hard. I kiss back. In between kisses he whispers,

"Can I stay the night?" He grins cheekily.

"My home is your home." I kiss him again.