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I Wanna Be Yours

Bella and Cole started heading back together to Bella's house, Cole hiccuping along the way. Cole would hiccup and Bella would laugh. He was wasted. If he were an item on a beach, he would be the trash that is swept onto the shore of the coast. Waste.

With every step he slurred his words (which were mostly him saying how angry he was at Ryan, and how beautiful the night is and how lucky he got to find such an amazing girl like Bella) and hiccuped more.

Finally they reached Bella's apartment and he stumbled inside after her.
"You can take the couch, the bathroom is down the hall to your right and if you need me I'll be in the room right next to it. There's some food in the fridge too if you get peckish," Bella said, toss her pleather coat on the rack.
"Thank you," Cole said quietly as he sprawled himself across the couch.
She smiled in reply and then headed to her room. Cole fell asleep instantly.
In his dream he was sitting on Bella's couch, and Bella came out wearing a shirt from his bag without any pants. His mouth dropped and he was speechless.
"I like this one, can I keep it?" she asked, smiling.
"I- You're- My-"
"I liked the other one better too," she laughed, looking down at her outfit.
"Come here," Cole instructed. She followed and sat next to him on the couch.
He reached under the sofa and pulled out a microphone and stood up and their surroundings transformed into a concert setting. Cole started to speak to the loud audience.
"Hello everyone," the crowd cheered for him. He let out a small laugh, "Before we start I wanna thank everyone for coming out tonight," he started. Behind him three others came out from backstage, one gave him his guitar, one set up a keyboard, and the other sat down next to the keyboardist in reach of the mic. "I'm Cole Fisher and this is I Wanna Be Yours."
He started to play his guitar and the keyboard followed in the back.
"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust. I wanna be your Ford Cortina, I won't ever rust. If you like your coffee hot, let me be your coffee pot. You call the shots babe, I just wanna be yours..."
Bella was sitting in the audience, still wearing his shirt without the pants. He looked directly at her while he sung.
"Secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought. Maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours. Wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours..."
She slowly started to get up and walk away. Confused, Cole took the guitar and followed her and continued to sing as they walked.
"Let me be your 'leccy meter and I'll never run out. And let me be the portable heater that you'll get cold without. I wanna be your setting lotion. Hold your hair in deep devotion. At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean, I wanna be yours..."
Cole followed her back to her apartment and she went back in her room. He laid back down on the couch and he could hear the background singers and instruments still playing.
He closed his eyes for a second in his dream, then woke in real life to the smell of bacon, and Bella humming. She quietly started to sing as the the bacon cooked.
"Secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought..."
Cole started to singing with her, "Maybe I just wanna be yours
I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours. Wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours. Wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours..."
They looked each other as they sang. The stopped after the last line and the voices from Cole's dream continued singing as they moved closer to each other.
"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust. I wanna be your Ford Cortina, I won't ever rust. I just wanna be yours. I just wanna be yours. I just wanna be yours..."
The music stopped just as Cole started to reach for Bella's arm. The smoke alarm started to off because Bella wasn't paying attention to the bacon on the stove, so she quickly ran to turn the stove off.
"Well I made bacon," she said, awkwardly shuffling her fingers.
"Yeah," Cole said with his eyes wide open.
"It's a little burnt but if you want some feel free."
"Yeah, I want some," Cole said in a low voice, looking at her. She stood next to the stove as he went to go and grab a piece. They brushed against each other as he went to reach for the bacon, and she grabbed a plate for him and he put it down.
Cole and Bella didn't move. He had the bacon but they were just starting at each other, both of them holding the plate.
Bella let go of the plate realizing she was still holding it and said, "You can stay here if you want, but I need to get to work."
"Yeah," Cole said, still holding the plate in front of him.
"Yeah... If you need anything just call. I heard your phone go off earlier so I know you'll be good here."
She grabbed her keys and coat and started to head out the door.
"I'll see you at around five ish," she said, closing the door behind her.
"Yeah..." he said, with the door shut.