Ethereal ✾ ||C.S||

XXXII. Twitter wars

✾Ruby 

I woke up to find the place next to me empty. I was surrounded by crumpled sheets which, in the sparse light of the early morning sun looked like soft-edged mountain ranges and valleys. The smooth cotton pillow case brushed past my cheek as I shifted to look around the room. As I wiggled around, I felt as the bed may swallow me whole. I stretched my arms outward and took up the space, slowing waking up from my deep sleep. I finally decided to roll out of bed when I heard clinking of dishes and mugs in the kitchen. As I tied up my hair, I noticed that there was a little wall of pillows placed at the end of the bed.

He didn't want me to fall off in my sleep. Sweet.

I opened the bedroom door only to find him sitting out on the couch sipping coffee, what appeared to be a magazine in his left hand. I plopped up beside him, shoving my head in his lap.

"I can see you're up.", He chuckled.

My smile instantly disappeared as I saw the tabloid that he was holding. 

Cole Sprouse Already Abusing New Girlfriend? 

I looked up at him with wide eyes as I whispered a fuck no. He shook his head sadly as he traced over the small bruises on my neck. I slid my hand over his, still looking longingly in his eyes. I leaned up, gently pressing my lips to his, promising that I was okay, that he didn't hurt me. I pulled the magazine from his grasp, taking his hand in my small one.

"They can say anything they want about me other than false accusations about me hurting you."

I let go of his hand and picked up my phone that was placed on the coffee table.

Ruby Vivien: @cnrdaily People should really mind their own business. I can hear the typical fuckboy anthem of "Can't take a joke, bro?" Don't kid yourself. :) #Suckers4Drama 

As soon as I tweeted this, Cole knew what I was on to and he joined me.

Cole M. Sprouse: @cnrdaily Wow, really guys? That desperate? How sad. #Suckers4Drama

I looked up from my phone screen to look at him. His hands moved to my waist as he gently leaned on me, pecking my lips tenderly. He rested his forehead against mine and whispered,

"Stop stealing my shirts, you dick."

I giggled as my hands slid up his arms against the inside of his elbows, my eyes fluttering shut.

"I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, ever.", He whispered.

I slightly nodded my head, letting him know that I was well aware of that and that he should rest easy. He pushed his fingers through my hair as our phones let out tweet tones at the same time. I pulled away from him slowly before reaching up and slowly stroking his cheek softly. He looked away as he pulled out his phone.

Celebrity New Report: @itsruby_ @colesprouse Next time we will definitely fact check. Glad someone got laid. #OnlyTimeYouWill

"That's so unprofessional.", He mumbled under his breath.

"I'm positive that's not the only time you'll get laid.", I said, taking his phone from his hands.

Cole M. Sprouse: @cnrdaily Tell that to all the "Daddy" comments I got from that last tweet, despite the actual theme of it. Oh look, half of them are from @itsruby_ #KissMyDickPaparazzi

I gave him back the phone and laughed at the face he made after reading what I had tweeted out.

"So, you call me daddy now?", He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh my God, I called you daddy last night. Why are you like this?", I said, laughing softly.

He smiled down at me as he took my hands, kissing the palms gently.

"You make me like this.", He whispered.

He was trying his best to be cute but all I could manage was a laugh. He then adjusted the collar of his sky blue button up shirt that I was wearing, revealing the hickeys, letting them breathe.

"I'm quite proud of these."

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yes, i'm alive.