AN: First PLL fic (for the books). Set in Flawless. Toby will not die and The Jenna Thing will be more like it is in the show.


Cole looked up from his desk, biting into a Granny Smith apple as the door opened to Mr. Radcliff's first hour homeroom at Tate Prep School. A near deathly pale, maybe 6'1", lanky guy walked in, dressed in faded, ripped blue jeans, with a black short-sleeve button up shirt unbuttoned all the way with a white tanktop under it, donning black Convese Chuck Taylor boots. "Hey, you must be Toby," Josh, aka Mr. Radcliff, said. "You can sit by Mr. DiLaurentis over there." He pointed at the empty desk next to Cole.
Toby nodded navigating his way towards the desk. "Hey," the dark haired male said to Cole. Cole looked over at him, remembering his little sister's warning; though he hated Alison bitterly. Stay away from Toby Cavanaugh. He'd heard what he'd done to his step-sister, though he hated Jenna about as much as he hated the twin sisters. Cole never really talked to Toby though they shared classes pretty much since kindergarden, maybe a few times when they had to do projects in Science or some other class.
Cole nodded his head, onyx blue-black hair drooping over his own green eyes. Everyone questioned who his parents were, since both his sisters and Jason had blond hair and blue eyes. Yeah at times he was praying that he was accidently switched with some other bald baby that just happen to be two months premature and most people were pretty sure he was Native American, with dark tan skin that made him look like he belonged in a casino or on a reservation. Once again: questioning parentage.
He liked Jason, who wasn't as much of a stick in the ass as most of his realitives. The two boys were a few years apart, Cole living in a house Jason had let him live in after their family moved out of town.
"Hey Cole!" Jake Fields yelled. Cole looked back at his friend over the few people sperating them, who was kicking a black Midnight 32 Metal Dragonfly hacky sack towards Gaven Wolf. "Up for a round?"
"Sure Jake," Cole yelled back, sliding the chair back and walking over to the circle joining in after Zack Wilden kicked it to him. As he hit it towards Chris Kahn he looked back at Toby, green eyes flashing blue before concentrating on the circle once more.


"Heard about Toby moving back," Jason said, making Cole jump as he walked into the spacious apartment. The older DiLaurentis laughed, standing up and grabbing his little brother in a bear hug before putting him in a headlock and rubbing his fist against the black haired boy's head. Cole tried to release himself from his brother's assult, resulting in the two DiLaurentis boys landing back first onto the hardwood floors and groaning in unison from the pain coursing up their spines. Cole got up using the door knob, his grip nearly evading him as it turned, which would have caused him much more pain. "Hey little bro, you grew up since the last time I saw you," Jason laughed ruffling the black mass of fur on the younger male's head.
"Yeah a month ago. Why didn't you call and tell me you were coming, and how long are you staying?" Cole questioned, locking the front door before grabbing his bag off the floor and walking into the living room, throwing it on a black leather couch before sitting down on Gunmetal Substation Keyboard stool and turning on his Sharp Elite PRO-X5FD LED TV, 70 in, 1080p, 240 Hz screen with surround sound; X-Box 360 and a PS3 hooked up to it. Yeah, his apartment was pretty much a man cave.
"Ready to get rid of your older bro already?" Jason joked, rasing an eyebrow as he looked at the magizenes on the black coffee table that looked awfully like a substation table.
Cole rolled his eyes. "Ya know you are the only one of my relaitives I will allow to stay here, period. I just wanted to know since I'm probably gonna have some of the pack over, warn them you'll be here... doing whatever it is older brothers do when they drop in on their younger brother's apartment unannouced and give them heart attacks," Cole replied, glaring pointively at his elder brother while he said the last section of words. "Your room's still where it was last time you visited, I am assuming that you already have your shit in there, unpacked. Where are my dogs?"
Suddenly four masses of fur ran out and attacked their owner. A black Boston terrier/Scottish terrier mix jumped onto Cole's lap, licking his face happily with his paws in his owner's chest. He laughed, pushing the pup away, scratching his head before setting him on the the ground, where he scampered over to the older DiLaurentis. Next was a Pitbull/German Sheppard/Rottweiler/Black Lab mutt with about a million different other breeds in her, who lapped at his hand begging for attention. "Hey baby," he said, kissing the dog's head before scratching her belly, resulting in her foot tapping the floor repeatively.
Lastly were the two wolf/Samoyed puppys who were waiting patiently while the other canines mauled their housemate. They hopped up into his lap, ice blue eyes staring at him expectaintly, pink tongues hanging out of their grinning mouths. They were his babies, to the fact he'd found them at 2 weeks old abandoned in Philidalphia, barely alive. He took them back to Rosewood and nursed them back to health. Caleb was mostly black and a bit heftier than his brother, Dante, who was pure white except for the black ring around her left eye. Cole's friends joked that he'd given the mutt a black eye.
"Hey guys did you miss me?" Cole asked as he petted them.
"So, who are you with now?" Jason asked.
His brother looked up at him from the dogs in his lap, "Keith Smith, goes to Rosewood Day."
"Ah, he's better then the slut you were dating last time I was here, what was her name? Jenny? Jayla? Jenna? Jamie?" Jason started listing off names similiar but no where close to the right name.
"Jessica," Cole retorted.
Jason nodded, looking at the images flickering across the screen.


Toby looked at Cole, smirking daringly, deep blue eyes flickering steel-green before returning to their usual color. "So, you're one of us too?" Jake questioned. Cole growled at the light haired male telling him to back off, or better yet scram. Jake slightly tilted his head, turning from the two males, disappering into darkness. The sound of a door slamming shut reverberated through the room.
"Should keep your pack in line DiLaurentis," Toby taunted, starting to circle him slowly, each step with his black army boots corrupting the slience in the room. It was cold and neither was shivering though both of them were in shortsleeved shirts, Cole's a black Tapout t-shirt that was probably too big for him, and Toby a red button up short sleeved shirt, the top four buttons unbuttoned, showing off his pale skin and the necklack Cole had given him when they were in fourth grade. He never remembered giving it to him, or the reason why he did, but he had.
Cole scoffed turning his head so he could watch the other male, "You should know by now it's not my pack, Cavanaugh. Never was, never will be."
Toby subtly inching towards his prey, Cole not even noticing until the slightly taller male was standing directly infront of him. "You sure about that? Because I've heard the beta has his sights on you for his beta once he becomes alpha," Toby retorted.
"I'ma refuse if he does. I'm not running this pack, I'm not living up to my family!" Cole hissed back, teeth clenched as he stared at Toby. He cold smell Toby's breath as it blew in his face. Mint and rain.
Suddenly Cole felt lips press against his forcably and realized Toby was fucking
kissing him.

Cole jolted up, panting heavily, his thin black sheets plastered to his nearly naked body. His two wolf mixes sleeping on either side of him in the King sized bed, seemingly not disturbed by their "dad's" nightmare.
The scent of rain and mint flooded his senses within miliseconds of Cole waking from his slumber. His lips were warm.
It'd just been a dream. Right?