Remaining in her bedroom, Phoebe pulled the cover up to her chest and bit her bottom lip. Taking in a deep breathe, she then exhaled heavily, and pouted her lips. She had to admit she did like it…the kiss, but--but something in her just made her push him away for some unapparent reason.
She had dreamt of what it would be like to kiss him ever since she could remember, but starting a relationship and taking things to the next level never really crossed her mind. She did have a crush on him, but she thought it was only because she lived with him for too long, and he was the only one that understood her well. Nevertheless, she never had any idea of Cole's interest in her, except for his constant habit of chasing after her boyfriends; however she thought he was only being protective of her—too protective.
Over in Cole's room, he closed the door behind him. And pulled his shirt over his head which exposed his six pack, nicely shaped along his abdomen. He angrily threw the shirt on the carpeted floor and removed his pants, which only left his with his boxer.
He flipped the cover up and climbed into bed while cursing to himself. He'd made such a fool out of himself.
"I should've known." He bitterly spat. He thought she was going to return his love, but instead she threw it back into his face.
Why did he have to go and do that? Why did he have to go and make a fool out of himself? "She doesn't want you!" He told himself. "She doesn't love you."
Mumbling stuff to himself, he drifted away clutching the blanket to his chest. And soon morning arrived, sooner than expected.
Waddling out into the kitchen, Phoebe, in her robe, saw Cole standing there making pancakes with only a pair of boxers and a tee. She admired the view for a second and walked on. It wasn't the first time she'd ever seen him like that, but somehow, today she thought it was adorable. He looked hotter for some reason. Maybe it was the kiss that made her think like that. Maybe it was his feeling for her that made her think like that. It doesn't matter.
"Hey." She greeted, awkwardly walking to the refrigerator to get an orange juice bottle.
"Hey." He greeted back without making eye contact.
Stayed in silence for a moment, they started making small uncomfortable conversations before Cole told her he had to go and she didn't bother to reply and just ate her breakfast.
Things were cooling down between them but still, Phoebe couldn't look at Cole straight in the eye when they talked. There was still that awkward moment every now and then. Sometimes they could read each other's thoughts and knew what was going on in each other's head and that only made things worse. And it freaked her out that Cole had feelings for her, and she couldn't say or do anything.
She knew she had hurt him, but it's not like her to apologize, but if she were to apologize what would she say? "Cole, I'm sorry but I don't love you?" She was not about to apologize for making him feel bad because she didn't feel anything for him, or think that she didn't feel anything for him.
Cole had started dating again, and things were getting stranger between the two. Phoebe has been more distant. She wouldn't say anything or have any opinion on Cole's dates when he asked her about them. He was just trying to get things back to normal and making them feel comfortable again around each other.
"Phoebe, what's wrong?" Cole asked, one night, while they were watching TV.
She looked at him with gloomy eyes, and answered: "Nothing. Why? What makes you think something's wrong?"
"Because, I know you." Cole responded, knowingly. "Something's up, come on spill."
He knew something was wrong with her ever since he started dating again. Something was different. She wasn't the person she used to be anymore. More moody than usually. "PMS." He would think. "No, couldn't be it." Even if it was the time of the month, Phoebe doesn't show it.
"Phoebe," Cole took her hand, "Is there something I should know?"
"No, Cole. There's nothing. G'night, Cole." Phoebe said, and then quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek, ignoring the temptation to kiss him further and headed for bed.
Again, she left him confused and frustrated. He could have sworn he felt something from her, but she just pulled away. He could feel the aura around her, the vibe that was beating through her veins, but she just wouldn't let it free.
In her bedroom, Phoebe rolled out onto the bed and hugged a pillow closely to her, thinking.
Cole had been on her mind all night long, and nothing else. He has been the subject of her mind ever since he expressed his feeling. She smiled to herself at the memory of Cole and her lying on the beach when they were on spring break in their freshmen year of college. They had gone to Miami, Florida, Phoebe was tanning and Cole was lying next to her.
And there was a group of hot guys standing just two dozen feet away from her chatting up about something. Phoebe looked interestedly over her shoulder drooling over one of the guy. He was blond, about 6 feet, well-build, greenish-gray eyes, and with a nice tan. Just the perfect guy for her.
"Check him out." Phoebe sheepishly whispered to Cole, whom was busying memorizing her. "Cole, go away."
Taken aback by this, Cole hurtfully questioned: "What?"
"He's coming." Phoebe whispered, "He's going to think I'm with you. Go!"
"Fine." Cole replied sharply, then got up, and an idea struck him. He decided to pull the string of her bikini top as she got up, and took off.
Gasped in surprised, she shrieked and put her arms over her chest: "Cole!" Which gave the blonde the impression as if Cole was her boyfriend. He then pretended that he wasn't headed her way and went for the girl that was lying just a few feet from her.
She'll never forget that moment, that was just one of the most stupid things Cole had ever done, and it was the most memorable things he had ever done.
Clinging the pillowing tighter and the cover closer, she smiled to herself at the memory.
She had dreamt of what it would be like to kiss him ever since she could remember, but starting a relationship and taking things to the next level never really crossed her mind. She did have a crush on him, but she thought it was only because she lived with him for too long, and he was the only one that understood her well. Nevertheless, she never had any idea of Cole's interest in her, except for his constant habit of chasing after her boyfriends; however she thought he was only being protective of her—too protective.
Over in Cole's room, he closed the door behind him. And pulled his shirt over his head which exposed his six pack, nicely shaped along his abdomen. He angrily threw the shirt on the carpeted floor and removed his pants, which only left his with his boxer.
He flipped the cover up and climbed into bed while cursing to himself. He'd made such a fool out of himself.
"I should've known." He bitterly spat. He thought she was going to return his love, but instead she threw it back into his face.
Why did he have to go and do that? Why did he have to go and make a fool out of himself? "She doesn't want you!" He told himself. "She doesn't love you."
Mumbling stuff to himself, he drifted away clutching the blanket to his chest. And soon morning arrived, sooner than expected.
Waddling out into the kitchen, Phoebe, in her robe, saw Cole standing there making pancakes with only a pair of boxers and a tee. She admired the view for a second and walked on. It wasn't the first time she'd ever seen him like that, but somehow, today she thought it was adorable. He looked hotter for some reason. Maybe it was the kiss that made her think like that. Maybe it was his feeling for her that made her think like that. It doesn't matter.
"Hey." She greeted, awkwardly walking to the refrigerator to get an orange juice bottle.
"Hey." He greeted back without making eye contact.
Stayed in silence for a moment, they started making small uncomfortable conversations before Cole told her he had to go and she didn't bother to reply and just ate her breakfast.
Things were cooling down between them but still, Phoebe couldn't look at Cole straight in the eye when they talked. There was still that awkward moment every now and then. Sometimes they could read each other's thoughts and knew what was going on in each other's head and that only made things worse. And it freaked her out that Cole had feelings for her, and she couldn't say or do anything.
She knew she had hurt him, but it's not like her to apologize, but if she were to apologize what would she say? "Cole, I'm sorry but I don't love you?" She was not about to apologize for making him feel bad because she didn't feel anything for him, or think that she didn't feel anything for him.
Cole had started dating again, and things were getting stranger between the two. Phoebe has been more distant. She wouldn't say anything or have any opinion on Cole's dates when he asked her about them. He was just trying to get things back to normal and making them feel comfortable again around each other.
"Phoebe, what's wrong?" Cole asked, one night, while they were watching TV.
She looked at him with gloomy eyes, and answered: "Nothing. Why? What makes you think something's wrong?"
"Because, I know you." Cole responded, knowingly. "Something's up, come on spill."
He knew something was wrong with her ever since he started dating again. Something was different. She wasn't the person she used to be anymore. More moody than usually. "PMS." He would think. "No, couldn't be it." Even if it was the time of the month, Phoebe doesn't show it.
"Phoebe," Cole took her hand, "Is there something I should know?"
"No, Cole. There's nothing. G'night, Cole." Phoebe said, and then quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek, ignoring the temptation to kiss him further and headed for bed.
Again, she left him confused and frustrated. He could have sworn he felt something from her, but she just pulled away. He could feel the aura around her, the vibe that was beating through her veins, but she just wouldn't let it free.
In her bedroom, Phoebe rolled out onto the bed and hugged a pillow closely to her, thinking.
Cole had been on her mind all night long, and nothing else. He has been the subject of her mind ever since he expressed his feeling. She smiled to herself at the memory of Cole and her lying on the beach when they were on spring break in their freshmen year of college. They had gone to Miami, Florida, Phoebe was tanning and Cole was lying next to her.
And there was a group of hot guys standing just two dozen feet away from her chatting up about something. Phoebe looked interestedly over her shoulder drooling over one of the guy. He was blond, about 6 feet, well-build, greenish-gray eyes, and with a nice tan. Just the perfect guy for her.
"Check him out." Phoebe sheepishly whispered to Cole, whom was busying memorizing her. "Cole, go away."
Taken aback by this, Cole hurtfully questioned: "What?"
"He's coming." Phoebe whispered, "He's going to think I'm with you. Go!"
"Fine." Cole replied sharply, then got up, and an idea struck him. He decided to pull the string of her bikini top as she got up, and took off.
Gasped in surprised, she shrieked and put her arms over her chest: "Cole!" Which gave the blonde the impression as if Cole was her boyfriend. He then pretended that he wasn't headed her way and went for the girl that was lying just a few feet from her.
She'll never forget that moment, that was just one of the most stupid things Cole had ever done, and it was the most memorable things he had ever done.
Clinging the pillowing tighter and the cover closer, she smiled to herself at the memory.