Ethereal ✾ ||C.S||

XXXIV. Damsel in distress

✾Cole's pov

I spent the next four hours at our place watching her pull all her clothes out of her closet. I was just staring at her and listening to her figure out what she'll wear to the homecoming dance on Friday. It was oddly, quite fascinating watching her throw all her clothes everywhere. How could something so tiny have so much energy? I was sitting on my bed, going through my Instagram feed when I heard her whine.

"Cole, I can't find anything!" she yelled from the floor, laying on a pile of jeans.

I laughed as I got up from the bed.

"Babygirl, we will find you something, even if we have to get you something new. Anything you want. It has to match my suspenders, though." I smirked, looking down at her.

She was laying on her front, and had an irritated look on her face. She also had one shirt draped on her back. I reached down, pulling the shirt off her as she continued to lay there, absolutely still. I knew this was not about the dress. All this fussing was over the stupid magazine article. It was bugging her. It was a long silence of her just holding my hand and us looking at each other. It was nice. I wish celebrity magazines didn't exist and that her stress over it and what to wear on Friday would just go away. She doesn't deserve this. I'd have to find her something nice.

"If everything else fails, we can cover you up in diamonds like Rihanna."

She laughed when I said that. I gently pulled my hand from hers and crawled into the pile of clothes to lay with her. She adorably groaned as she moved her tiny hands to cover her face. I couldn't help but pull her closer to me and kiss her cheek.

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so i have an art account on instagram now. follow it or don't or whatever man, idc.
"a.rt_kid"
xx
aj