Cole looked down off the balconey, contemplating what he was going to do. The cold September night air cut through his clothes, resulting in him shivering. There was going to be a storm within the next fourty-five minutes by the scent drifting from the north, along with the faint claps of thunder echoing through the town.
Gods he had never had dreams that vivid before. And he'd never really spoken to Toby Cavanaugh, even thought about him either; now all the sudden on the same day the male came back to Rosewood he'd had a dream about him, where Toby had fucking kissed him.
The youger DiLaurentis son sighed, listening to the music pouring from his black Motorola S9-HD wireless headphones. He loved these headphones though some times they made him feel like a douche when he wore them.
He probably should be going back to sleep but usually when he has a bad dream (he wasn't exactly calling it that) after he fell asleep again it usually wasn't any better. He wasn't going to take that chance.

"I always knew that you'd
Come back to get me
And you always knew that
It wouldn't be easy
To go back to the start
To see where it all began
Or end up at the bottom
To watch how it all ends
You tried to lie and say
I was everything
I remember when I said
I'm nothing without you

Somehow I found
A way to get lost in you
Let me inside
Let me get close to you
"

Cole closed his eyes, images flickering on the backs of his eyelids. Keith's blond hair, light gray eyes that looked like storm clouds when he was pissed, and lightly tanned skin. His boyfriend's not-so-full lips that were almost in a permanate pout.
Slowly the male before him started to change; blond hair becoming darker; the tan drained from his skin leaving him pale; and storm gray eyes pooling into dark blue.

Change your mind
I'll get lost
If you want me to
Somehow I found
A way to get lost in you

You always thought that
I left myself open
But you didn't know
I was already broken
I told myself that
It wouldn't be so bad
Pulling away you took
Everything that I had..."

Cole cussed, pressing the skip forward button on the headphones. He was thankful for the cold air outside, because he desprately needed it after the thoughts that had ran through his head.
Great, just fucking great, now he was getting under his skin like no one else could, not even any of his exs, female or male, or Keith.
He grunted, hauling himself over the balconey railing and landing on the roof of the next apartment, running towards the ledge.

"To pick up the tip doesn't mean a lot
Fiddle inside your drawers
If we own the night, then spread it out
Or pack up without a clue

Well, caused by their own
And by default
Time to vamanos

Like your face getting forced to the floor

Then I got a taste of the benefits
Five foot and change
There's no better way to hash it out
So let's set up your time to fail

Well, cause now the cracks
Should we intervene?
I hold this albatross

Like your face getting forced to the floor
When either way, you're way too close to it all

Pay up, never wait 'em out
Clever, Made off, take it all
Take it all

Your
Mouth
Blessed

Take it all the way... right back down

Clueless
Mess

Pay up, never take it all
Take it all

Like your face getting forced to the floor
In a league of your own,
And either way you're way too close to it all
You cannot veto the world
Like your face being forced to the floor
In a league of your own,
And either way, you're way too close to it all

Too close to it all"


Jason woke up around six twenty-five in the morning to the sounds of thunder and two dogs whimpering and scratching at his bedroom door. They had to be Cole's two wolf mutts since Lindsey and Rex were in his room currently. Jason groaned, rolling off his warm bed and opening the door only to find, he had been right, Caleb and Dante staring up at him, whining. "What?" He asked them sleepily. The two brother canines turned and padded to Cole's bedroom door, Jason following close behind.
He looked inside his little brother's room and understood why they were destressed. His little brother wasn't there, and probably no where in the house where the dogs hadn't checked. So Jason set out to find him. You see Cole was like a little kid who was playing hide and seek or had just disappered for a few hours, you'd look every where for him, then a few hours later he'd be in the same place you already checked twenty times over.
Jason groaned when he couldn't find the younger male in the apartment, leaning against the counter in the kitchen. He looked up when the front door opened and Cole walked in, his clothes clinging to him from the rain, his headphones in his right hand. "Where were you?" Jason interagated.
"I was out for a run," Cole replied, setting the headphones on the counter before opening the black stainless steel refridgerator and grabbing a small Granny Smith apple.
"Since when? You looked soaked to the bone," Jason pointed out.
Cole thought about it as he crunched on his apple. "Midnight maybe," Cole finally answered after a few moments.
"Leave a note next time," Jason scolded him as the black haired boy walked towards his room.
Cole retorted with, "Whatever you say mother." before shutting his door. He placed the headphones on the dresser and threw the apple core in a wastebasket. He then proceeded to the master bathroom, carefully stripping out of his sopping clothes that way he didn't leave that much water for him to clean up after his shower.
He dropped the dripping clothes onto the tiled floor before taking the bracelets off his wrists and climbing into his large shower.
The water was on the heated side of warm, and Cole was honestly comptemplating taking a steam shower, though he decided against it. The bodysprayers (he may not like showing off his wealth, but he wasn't not going all out in his man cave) massaged his aching muscles. So maybe a six hour run wasn't a good idea but he needed to clear his head.
It hadn't worked though since he was still freaked about something that probably wasn't ever going to happen anytime soon. The hot water washed away the sweat (which probably wasn't even there) and the cold storm rain.
The male climbed out after about ten minutes, drying off with a big fluffy black towel then headed into his room to find a pair of boxers then fall into bed. Cole first turned on his raido, filling the apartment with the sound of loud rock music.
He pulled on a pair of black boxers then crawled into bed, Dante jumping up then curling up next to his "dad" as he drifted to sleep.