A month went by quickly and things between Justin and Phoebe were starting to heat up and get serious, and Cole was not a happy camper when Phoebe told him that. Of course he didn't show his feelings, but in his head, he was pissed off at Phoebe. He knew she wanted a serious long-term relationship, but he couldn't understand why it had to be Justin. They shared nothing in common, except for the love of club hopping…however, Cole and Phoebe also shared that, and many more. He really had to admit, Justin wasn't the first boyfriend of Phoebe's that he had been jealous of. Ever since Phoebe and he became close every single one of the boyfriends Phoebe ever had, he always wanted to chase them away, or thought they were not good enough for her, or just wanted to smack them upside their heads. He recalled: it was Phoebe's first serious relationship since she moved, and he had scared him away.
"Cole! How could you do that?" A younger Phoebe shrieked. Her face was red with anger. "I can't believe you, Cole!"
"Phoebe! I thought he was cheating on you." Cole said.
"You thought, Cole, you thought!" Phoebe stretched the point. "That's not a good enough excuse to chase away my boyfriend!
"I'm sorry." He apologized, half-heartedly. "I didn't mean to. I just saw some guy that looked like him and assumed it was him. I didn't mean it."
"What the hell did you say to him?" Phoebe asked astounded by what he'd done.
"I said: if he doesn't break up with you then I'd smash his head, and use his brains as food for the tigers at the zoo" Cole slowly answered.
"Oh my gosh," Phoebe punched him hard in the arm. "I can't believe you." And she walked away huffing and puffing with madness.
She had stayed mad at him for over a week, and he couldn't stand seeing her mad at him like that. He felt guilty for what he did, but it just had to be done, well...at least in his point of view.
"Hi!" Cole slickly saluted Phoebe, coming up behind her.
"What?" She snapped, swirling around and shut her locker.
"Did I mention that I was sorry?" Cole pouted, and surprised her with a box of chocolate that he hid behind his back. "Really sorry."
She enticingly stared at the chocolate box before answering.
"No." She answered in resistance to her temptation, before the bell rang.
"You've got be kidding me." Cole exclaimed. "You're resisting chocolate?"
"Cole, I really need to get to class." Phoebe tried to move past Cole, but he blocked her way. "Cole, get out of my way, you're blocking the hallway."
"I don't care." Cole replied, bluntly. "Accept my apology, and my chocolate, then I'll move."
"Cole!"
"Phoebe!"
"Fine!" She snatched the chocolate then walked off with an amused smile on her lips.
Till this day, Cole still seemed to have not grown out of that stage.
On a late Friday night, Phoebe was getting ready for her date. She was standing in from of the mirror posting different postures and smiles. Sighed heavily, she stomped her foot and turned to Cole.
"What are you so nervous about?" Cole asked, annoyed. "It's just a date."
"I just have this feeling that tonight's the night." Phoebe answered excitedly with a hint of anxiety, while putting on her earrings and dabbed perfume behind her ears.
"For what?" He questioned blandly, popping a peanut in his mouth.
"As if you didn't know."
"I don't, tell me."
"Cole, stop playing stupid with me." She said, irritated by Cole dumbness.
"I'm not."
"Do you have a problem with Justin and me?"
"No, no." Cole shook his head, with a sarcastic look on his face. "No, why would you think that?"
"Because I know you, Cole." She simply answered. "You have problem with me dating him because he's younger than me."
"Nope, see that's where you're wrong." Cole defended himself, "I could care less about your relationship and Justin for that matter."
"Yeah, sure, whatever." Just as she said that, there was a knock on the door.
"Okay, that's Justin." Phoebe grabbed her purse and pasmina, and turned the door knob. "Bye, don't wait up."
Sighing in aggravation, an idea hit Cole's mind, and a sly smile formed on his lips. He got up from the couch and marched to Phoebe's room and went through the nightstand and got her address book and then started making phone calls.
At Justin's place, Phoebe and Justin were getting intimate and suddenly the phone rang.
"Sorry, gotta get that." He said, pulling away.
"Again?" She asked, irritated by the phone calls.
"It might be important." He answered and went to answer his phone while Phoebe fell back down onto the big mattress and let out a sigh.
"This is not good." She told herself, four phone calls in the past ten minutes. "This just isn't meant to happen." She then realized she'd gone about this the wrong way. She wanted a real relationship not a fling. She wanted to have someone who was there for her and who she can rely on, and Justin was just too young for her. He'd just barely stepped out into the real world and he had a whole life ahead of him.
A moment later, Justin returned back to Phoebe who was putting on her clothes.
"What are you doing?" He asked, dumbfounded.
"Getting dressed." She answered.
"But, we haven't done anything yet."
"Exactly." She said, "I think it's best if we don't." She explained. "I don't think we should see each other anymore."
"Why?" He asked in confusion. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's just I don't think it's fair for me to hold you back from enjoying your life, you're still young. I'm on the other hand; I'm ready to settle down." She said. "Bye Justin." She gave him a kiss and let herself out.
Thirty minutes later, Phoebe arrived home, looking miserable. She quietly locked the door, threw her purse and pasmina on the couch, then walked into her room and reclined on the bed, before Cole walked in.
"Heard you come in." He said, sitting down on the edge of her bed.
She gave him a puppy dog look and sat up. He came closer to her, and asked her: "What's wrong, it didn't go well?"
She looked at him and replied:
"No,"
"Do you know what you need?" He asked her.
"What?" She replied with lack of enthusiasm, picking on the seam of the cover.
"A real man." He looked at her intensely in the eyes.
"Where do you suppose I'll find that?" She asked sarcastically.
"I know one."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Who?"
"Me."
Surprised by his last word she made sure if she heard it right. "You. You. You?"
Said nothing, he leaned in and kissed her softly and cupped her cheeks.
Pushed him away with cautions, she looked at him and puzzled. "What are you doing?"
"Showing you what a real man's like."
"You," She pointed at him, "a real man?"
"Is that so hard to believe?" He asked offensively.
"You're not real man. You're a pig." She laughed and pushed him off.
"What are you talking about?" He got defensive. "I have you know I'm ladies man. Meaning, I have eye for only one special gal."
"Lanie, Casey, Nathalie…" She started counting.
"Okay, okay." He grabbed her hand. "But, I don't care for any of them. I care about you, Phoebe." He looked her deeply in the eyes, and leaned to give a more powerful kiss.
She pushed him away again, and said:
"I'm flattered, I really am. But, I don't want to ruin our friendship.
He then responded:
"It won't." And started kissing her again, however she pulled away, again.
"Cole, no."
Nodded his head in understanding, he got up with a slight expression of humiliation and walked out the door.
"Cole! How could you do that?" A younger Phoebe shrieked. Her face was red with anger. "I can't believe you, Cole!"
"Phoebe! I thought he was cheating on you." Cole said.
"You thought, Cole, you thought!" Phoebe stretched the point. "That's not a good enough excuse to chase away my boyfriend!
"I'm sorry." He apologized, half-heartedly. "I didn't mean to. I just saw some guy that looked like him and assumed it was him. I didn't mean it."
"What the hell did you say to him?" Phoebe asked astounded by what he'd done.
"I said: if he doesn't break up with you then I'd smash his head, and use his brains as food for the tigers at the zoo" Cole slowly answered.
"Oh my gosh," Phoebe punched him hard in the arm. "I can't believe you." And she walked away huffing and puffing with madness.
She had stayed mad at him for over a week, and he couldn't stand seeing her mad at him like that. He felt guilty for what he did, but it just had to be done, well...at least in his point of view.
"Hi!" Cole slickly saluted Phoebe, coming up behind her.
"What?" She snapped, swirling around and shut her locker.
"Did I mention that I was sorry?" Cole pouted, and surprised her with a box of chocolate that he hid behind his back. "Really sorry."
She enticingly stared at the chocolate box before answering.
"No." She answered in resistance to her temptation, before the bell rang.
"You've got be kidding me." Cole exclaimed. "You're resisting chocolate?"
"Cole, I really need to get to class." Phoebe tried to move past Cole, but he blocked her way. "Cole, get out of my way, you're blocking the hallway."
"I don't care." Cole replied, bluntly. "Accept my apology, and my chocolate, then I'll move."
"Cole!"
"Phoebe!"
"Fine!" She snatched the chocolate then walked off with an amused smile on her lips.
Till this day, Cole still seemed to have not grown out of that stage.
On a late Friday night, Phoebe was getting ready for her date. She was standing in from of the mirror posting different postures and smiles. Sighed heavily, she stomped her foot and turned to Cole.
"What are you so nervous about?" Cole asked, annoyed. "It's just a date."
"I just have this feeling that tonight's the night." Phoebe answered excitedly with a hint of anxiety, while putting on her earrings and dabbed perfume behind her ears.
"For what?" He questioned blandly, popping a peanut in his mouth.
"As if you didn't know."
"I don't, tell me."
"Cole, stop playing stupid with me." She said, irritated by Cole dumbness.
"I'm not."
"Do you have a problem with Justin and me?"
"No, no." Cole shook his head, with a sarcastic look on his face. "No, why would you think that?"
"Because I know you, Cole." She simply answered. "You have problem with me dating him because he's younger than me."
"Nope, see that's where you're wrong." Cole defended himself, "I could care less about your relationship and Justin for that matter."
"Yeah, sure, whatever." Just as she said that, there was a knock on the door.
"Okay, that's Justin." Phoebe grabbed her purse and pasmina, and turned the door knob. "Bye, don't wait up."
Sighing in aggravation, an idea hit Cole's mind, and a sly smile formed on his lips. He got up from the couch and marched to Phoebe's room and went through the nightstand and got her address book and then started making phone calls.
At Justin's place, Phoebe and Justin were getting intimate and suddenly the phone rang.
"Sorry, gotta get that." He said, pulling away.
"Again?" She asked, irritated by the phone calls.
"It might be important." He answered and went to answer his phone while Phoebe fell back down onto the big mattress and let out a sigh.
"This is not good." She told herself, four phone calls in the past ten minutes. "This just isn't meant to happen." She then realized she'd gone about this the wrong way. She wanted a real relationship not a fling. She wanted to have someone who was there for her and who she can rely on, and Justin was just too young for her. He'd just barely stepped out into the real world and he had a whole life ahead of him.
A moment later, Justin returned back to Phoebe who was putting on her clothes.
"What are you doing?" He asked, dumbfounded.
"Getting dressed." She answered.
"But, we haven't done anything yet."
"Exactly." She said, "I think it's best if we don't." She explained. "I don't think we should see each other anymore."
"Why?" He asked in confusion. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's just I don't think it's fair for me to hold you back from enjoying your life, you're still young. I'm on the other hand; I'm ready to settle down." She said. "Bye Justin." She gave him a kiss and let herself out.
Thirty minutes later, Phoebe arrived home, looking miserable. She quietly locked the door, threw her purse and pasmina on the couch, then walked into her room and reclined on the bed, before Cole walked in.
"Heard you come in." He said, sitting down on the edge of her bed.
She gave him a puppy dog look and sat up. He came closer to her, and asked her: "What's wrong, it didn't go well?"
She looked at him and replied:
"No,"
"Do you know what you need?" He asked her.
"What?" She replied with lack of enthusiasm, picking on the seam of the cover.
"A real man." He looked at her intensely in the eyes.
"Where do you suppose I'll find that?" She asked sarcastically.
"I know one."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Who?"
"Me."
Surprised by his last word she made sure if she heard it right. "You. You. You?"
Said nothing, he leaned in and kissed her softly and cupped her cheeks.
Pushed him away with cautions, she looked at him and puzzled. "What are you doing?"
"Showing you what a real man's like."
"You," She pointed at him, "a real man?"
"Is that so hard to believe?" He asked offensively.
"You're not real man. You're a pig." She laughed and pushed him off.
"What are you talking about?" He got defensive. "I have you know I'm ladies man. Meaning, I have eye for only one special gal."
"Lanie, Casey, Nathalie…" She started counting.
"Okay, okay." He grabbed her hand. "But, I don't care for any of them. I care about you, Phoebe." He looked her deeply in the eyes, and leaned to give a more powerful kiss.
She pushed him away again, and said:
"I'm flattered, I really am. But, I don't want to ruin our friendship.
He then responded:
"It won't." And started kissing her again, however she pulled away, again.
"Cole, no."
Nodded his head in understanding, he got up with a slight expression of humiliation and walked out the door.