The rest of the night was peaceful, and they were back to normal and things were more relaxing. Some things were still in the air, but nonetheless as long as neither of them brought up the subject things couldn't be any better.
"Good morning." Cole greeted with a mouthful of cereal, as a half-asleep Phoebe dragged herself out to the kitchen.
"Is that my Post Strawberry cereal?" Phoebe asked staring down at Cole's bowl.
"Um um." He shook his head.
"Give me that." Phoebe snatched the bowl and grabbed his spoon.
"Hey." He said, licking his lips. "That was uncalled for."
"Well, then get your own cereal." She said, taking a seat.
"Hey, you remember Hannah Salavan?" Cole asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
"You mean the girl that had a crush on you in junior year and asked me to hook you two up?"
"Yeah. I'm going out with her tonight."
Phoebe expression suddenly changed and gave Cole a weak smile. "Oh."
"Heard she's an executive producer at some big company."
"Wow."
"What happened to that guy that you wanted to go out with so much?" Cole asked, pretended to be interested. He knew all her dates didn't go further than the first date, but he wanted to know how she was doing.
"Um, he wasn't my type." Phoebe lied, tabbing her fingers on the table.
"Phoebe no one is your type. You need to loosen up." Cole advised. "You don't want to end up an old maid do you?"
Gritted her teeth, she gave Cole a fake smile.
"Just haven't found Mr. Right." She answered, while stirring her cereal.
"Who's Mr. Right?" Cole quizzed.
Pursed her lips together, she shrugged her shoulders and stayed in silence.
The day has gone by quickly and the date went great and Cole has invited Hannah to the apartment. They were laughing and talking about old times.
Phoebe, who was sitting in her room looking down at her fingers and playing with them could hear them giggling outside. Sighed deeply she dropped her head down on the pillow and covered her ears.
She remembered one of her own memory: it was their high school graduation party she and Cole were invited to a party. Half way through the party Phoebe had gotten so drunk she decided it would get more interesting if she got on the table and started dancing…which she did. What made it worse was that she had worn a really short skirt that had shown all her access, and a top to go along with it. All the guys were rooting for her and so were the girls.
Sitting in the hallway alone, Cole heard all the rooting and hooting in the living room and decided to investigate. To his horror, he found his best friend about to remove her clothes on the table and perverts trying to touch her.
Rushing over to the crowd, Cole pulled Phoebe down from the table and one of the perverts angrily blurted out:
"Hey, what are you doing man? The party just got started."
Turning around Cole swung his fist into the guy's jaw which made him fly back and crashed into the crowd.
Everyone gasped, and Cole ignored it and swung Phoebe over his shoulder and tried to pull her shirt down to cover her butt.
"Cole, put me down!" Phoebe protested, kicking her legs trying to break free.
Finally they got to his car and he settled her down on the seat and slammed the door shut. Gotten into the passenger seat he then turned to Phoebe angrily.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Phoebe demanded, fuming.
"What the hell were you doing?" Cole shot back. "Do you have any idea what you were about to do in there?"
"I was just having fun." Phoebe pouted.
"Apparently a little too much." Cole said. "I'm taking you home."
"I can't go home." Phoebe stated. "My dad can't see me like this."
"Fine, then my place." Cole scoffed. "I'm surprised you still have enough brain left to think about your dad."
"Shut up." She leaned her head against the window and squinted her eyes. "Why does the light have to be so bright?"
Cole didn't answer, but instead he just stayed silent through the whole ride and looked at her once in awhile. She was asleep by the time they arrived to Cole's apartment, and he carried her in.
"Good morning." Cole greeted with a mouthful of cereal, as a half-asleep Phoebe dragged herself out to the kitchen.
"Is that my Post Strawberry cereal?" Phoebe asked staring down at Cole's bowl.
"Um um." He shook his head.
"Give me that." Phoebe snatched the bowl and grabbed his spoon.
"Hey." He said, licking his lips. "That was uncalled for."
"Well, then get your own cereal." She said, taking a seat.
"Hey, you remember Hannah Salavan?" Cole asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
"You mean the girl that had a crush on you in junior year and asked me to hook you two up?"
"Yeah. I'm going out with her tonight."
Phoebe expression suddenly changed and gave Cole a weak smile. "Oh."
"Heard she's an executive producer at some big company."
"Wow."
"What happened to that guy that you wanted to go out with so much?" Cole asked, pretended to be interested. He knew all her dates didn't go further than the first date, but he wanted to know how she was doing.
"Um, he wasn't my type." Phoebe lied, tabbing her fingers on the table.
"Phoebe no one is your type. You need to loosen up." Cole advised. "You don't want to end up an old maid do you?"
Gritted her teeth, she gave Cole a fake smile.
"Just haven't found Mr. Right." She answered, while stirring her cereal.
"Who's Mr. Right?" Cole quizzed.
Pursed her lips together, she shrugged her shoulders and stayed in silence.
The day has gone by quickly and the date went great and Cole has invited Hannah to the apartment. They were laughing and talking about old times.
Phoebe, who was sitting in her room looking down at her fingers and playing with them could hear them giggling outside. Sighed deeply she dropped her head down on the pillow and covered her ears.
She remembered one of her own memory: it was their high school graduation party she and Cole were invited to a party. Half way through the party Phoebe had gotten so drunk she decided it would get more interesting if she got on the table and started dancing…which she did. What made it worse was that she had worn a really short skirt that had shown all her access, and a top to go along with it. All the guys were rooting for her and so were the girls.
Sitting in the hallway alone, Cole heard all the rooting and hooting in the living room and decided to investigate. To his horror, he found his best friend about to remove her clothes on the table and perverts trying to touch her.
Rushing over to the crowd, Cole pulled Phoebe down from the table and one of the perverts angrily blurted out:
"Hey, what are you doing man? The party just got started."
Turning around Cole swung his fist into the guy's jaw which made him fly back and crashed into the crowd.
Everyone gasped, and Cole ignored it and swung Phoebe over his shoulder and tried to pull her shirt down to cover her butt.
"Cole, put me down!" Phoebe protested, kicking her legs trying to break free.
Finally they got to his car and he settled her down on the seat and slammed the door shut. Gotten into the passenger seat he then turned to Phoebe angrily.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Phoebe demanded, fuming.
"What the hell were you doing?" Cole shot back. "Do you have any idea what you were about to do in there?"
"I was just having fun." Phoebe pouted.
"Apparently a little too much." Cole said. "I'm taking you home."
"I can't go home." Phoebe stated. "My dad can't see me like this."
"Fine, then my place." Cole scoffed. "I'm surprised you still have enough brain left to think about your dad."
"Shut up." She leaned her head against the window and squinted her eyes. "Why does the light have to be so bright?"
Cole didn't answer, but instead he just stayed silent through the whole ride and looked at her once in awhile. She was asleep by the time they arrived to Cole's apartment, and he carried her in.