Chapter 5-Central Park

Things hadn't gone the way she had wanted. If they would have then she would be at his penthouse with him, laying with his strong arms wrapped around her instead of being in the limo on the way back to Emma's penthouse. She kept thinking about what had happened back at the penthouse. They were together but for some reason she couldn't go through with it. It wasn't because she didn't love him. She realized that her feelings for him had never changed even when she told him that she hated him. It was something else keeping her from giving into him probably the fear of being hurt or that her sister would disapprove and probably try to kill him.

Flashback to Penthouse that night

The song ended.

Pheobe was resting her head on his chest. They just stood there holding each other.

Cole layed kissed on the top of her head. When Cole was about to give her another kiss on the top of her head, she leaned her head up so that he kissed her lips instead. They both gave in to the kiss as it became more passionate. After about a minute Pheobe pulled away from him.

"I'm sorry," she whispered putting her finger to his lips and then kissed him softly once more."I'm sorry," she repeated.

"Go home, Pheobe, it's okay. I'll see you soon," he said in a compassionate voice. "The limo is downstairs waiting."

Cole walked out of the room and came back in a few minutes later with her coat.

He helped her put it on, kissed her cheek and told her goodbye.

She took one last look at him and then got into the elevator.

End of Flashback

"Here we are," the driver said coming to a stop.

He got out and opened the door for her.

"Thank you," she said.

When she stepped into the street, the cold air hit her. She immediately started shivering. Remembering that she forgot her gloves she slid her hands into her pockets.

When she did, she felt something in one of them. It was a small piece of paper that said "Pheobe". She would recognize that handwriting anywhere. It was Cole's. She forgot about how cold she was at that moment. She unfolded the piece of paper and it said:

Meet me in Central Park

8:00 tomorrow night

A smile swept over her face as she walked into the building and to the elevator.

Central Park-the next night

Pheobe walked through the park searching for Cole. She froze when she saw him. He looked so cute, like a teenager on his first date. He was standing with his back to her. He was shuffling his feet and every couple of seconds he would glance at his watch. She couldn't help but smile. He looked so nervous.

She walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, Sir. Have you seen a very handsome man around here? I'm supposed to be meeting him here," she said trying to keep a straight face.

They both started laughing and Cole turned around and handed Pheobe a single red rose.

As if on cue, it started snowing.

They walked around the park holding hands and talking. It seemed like Pheobe would have been freezing but being near him, holding his hand, made her forget about the snow falling down on her. She didn't even realize that she was completely covered in snow. Cole brushed it out of her hair and off of her shoulders. Cole's hair was completely white now. He bent down and shook all of the snow off onto her.

"Hey," she said laughing.

She bent down and grabbed a handful of snow. She formed a ball and threw it at Cole hitting his chest.

"No. Cole." she yelled laughing as he hit her with a snowball.

She threw another one at him and war was declared.

They continued with this 'war' for well over ten minutes. They ran all over the park and when it was over both of them were wet and covered in snow.

They sat down on a bench and Pheobe started to feel the cold temperature. Cole pulled her into his arms and they sat like this for what seemed like hours.