like passing ships

Oh my god, who let grandpa in here? Excuse me, Sir? Sir- Are you lost? Maybe you meant to catch a funeral? Or a magic show, maybe? That you’re performing at? … Did you comb your hair?

Full offense my guy, I’m never letting ya live this one down. ( @cole-atwolf​ )

Y’done yet? It’s a wonder they ever let you outside in public without adult supervision. Was Jake too busy for that today?

“Great! The first step to solving the problem is acknowledging that there is a problem. You’re doing super good already. Um, like personally? Not really. But Char and I are cheer sisters, so I’m like, hurt by default. I just have to hate you for solidarity, you know? It’s girl code.”

“Wow... Thanks? You know, I really always thought you were the nice one but this is--- Oh. Are you--- Does-- Does she really hate me? Wait, no. Don’t answer that. I really don’t have the energy to yell with you about any of your friends. Not today. Can I get a rain check?”

See I was a cheerleader so we did it the more relaxing way. Less testosterone… well, for the other girls. I always seemed to find it somewhere. Ahhh, you’re just always finding yourself in trouble. See I thought there was actually an ax murderer with an ax to grind… with you. Sorry, I think I’m drunk.

You don’t say? I’ll have to look into that. See how relaxing it really is. Well, with my luck, there just might be an ax out there waiting for me. You can never really rule it out. Nah, no need to apologize. Honestly, I wish I was too. You got any you’re willing to share?

I’m already regretting the choice, Cole. Um, why wouldn’t I go for scissors? I can actually hold them for once.

I don’t know why I’m acting like it’s all that surprising that you own actual silver scissors, but here I am. What are you, royalty? Weirdo.

Dude, you’re talking like some kinda Shakespeare tragedy or something. I’m not telling you how to live your life but let’s at least try and get into that ‘me day’ spirit, yeah? Well, okay, I guess if you’re going for nothing anyways you can have whatever spirit you want. Basking sounds cool though. But…? [ dare he hope for even a moment ] Oooh, ya'know. I wouldn’t wanna intrude or anything but there is this Bruins game on later I wanted to catch. I’ve got snacks.

Ol’ Billy Shakes only wishes he could. My life is prime material. But, uh... Yeah, okay. Maybe you have a point. If there was ever a day to be less Like This, I think today would be it. You know what, Danny? Yeah. That sounds just great, dude. Your place?

rachel-gates:

So, yeah, she should have knocked first. It was common courtesy, after all. But in her own defense, Rachel was in a rush, and she and Charlene had never been a duo for formalities, and never in a million years did she expect to ever walk in on… whatever this was.

“–ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmy–” Rachel spun around and let her back face them, as if that was the best solution to the current problem. “Cole why are you– Char, I’m so sorry, I– It was a dream, okay? And how is that what you guys are choosing to focus on right now?!” Rachel spun back around in disbelief before remembering why she had turned around in the first and quickly covered her eyes with a good-sized yelp.

“Look, I just need to know… Are either of you wearing clothes right now?”

“Oh my god.” Charlene covered her face with her hands too in the hopes that when she looked again this would actually also be a dream but as she pushed her hair from her face, Rachel was still there. Part of her wanted to laugh even if the situation itself was entirely unfunny but still. Looking at her cousin, hands over her eyes, probably wishing she could scrub this moment from her memory forever… Laugh or cry, right?

Then Char paused for too long at Rachel’s question. Way too long. She chanced a look over to Cole, her mouth opening then promptly closing as she turned back to Rachel. “We’re talking about you right now. Because- Because he’s Joey! And I thought you were into Keith so dream or not, we- we are totally focusing on your stuff. Maybe you should take a long hard look in the mirror and think about what you’ve done,” she finished with a definitive nod as if that settled that. Ish.

“Maybe your subconscious is just mixing the two up… I mean, it’s not like you actually kissed him,” a pause, “Or… Were into it?”

“Why-- Why am I? Why are you?!” Cole sputtered, only peripherally aware that no one in this room was making any sense anymore. This was a waking nightmare. He needed to be absolutely anywhere but here. “God,” he nearly choked, “You’re not actually into Keith, are you?” Which wasn’t really something he had the energy to care about right now but he needed a buffer while he considered his exit plan.

And that’s when he saw his shirt from the night before peeking out from under the bed. Thank god he’d worn a long sleeve. He snatched it and tied it around his waist as he shuffled out of bed into a sort of... crouch in a defensive position, backing away from them as innocuously as he could. 

“L-listen! Nobody look at me or even acknowledge my presence, alright? This is for your sake. I-I don’t---” He inched closer to the window, it was almost within reach. And maybe part of him was curious. Part of him really wanted to know what was up with Rachel and these, ugh, Salvatores. But that was something he would have to follow up on when he was fully clothed.

“Anyway, you guys have a, uh... A nice day. I’m just gonna...” He spotted his phone, his jeans, and a single shoe nearby and decided that the first two would just have to be enough. He went to grab them and yelped in the general idea of a goodbye in one go.

[ There was a delicate balance- a method to the ongoing disaster if you will- of when was and was not an appropriate time to show up at Cole’s door. Usually one of them had to be full of some sorta rage or at least have a teeny complaint on their mind. Or, on the opposite end, something sad had happened and neither of them wanted to feel that way. Today was different though. Today had been a perfect day in which they were both living a life where things like magic and kidnapping and torture couldn’t get to them because that would just be completely unbelievable, wouldn’t it? Things like that didn’t happen to regular, human folks. So she knocked because if there was one way she wanted- would want- to end a perfect day, it was with him. ]

… I brought wine.

@cole-atwolf

[ God, if there was anything he would give for his life to be normal. Quiet, regular, human. But if whatever was going on this time was only going to let him have that for a day--- If he could only share that single day with one person in the entire world, well... ]

How did you know that was the secret password? You know, I was actually really busy doing a whole lot of nothing tonight, but I guess I could squeeze you in last minute. Just this once.

“Wow, tell us how you really feel.” Joey laughed but given his recent, unfortunate circumstances regarding his feelings he couldn’t help also feeling a little…self-conscious. Did she really think he was weird? Moody, sure but weird too? It didn’t sound like she meant either descriptor to be complimentary either but this was Rachel so he’d just, y'know, grin and bear. “Do you really think— Uh, nevermind. What’d you need, Rach?”

“Oh thank fuck, there you are.” He crossed his arms and stood silent for a minute, glaring so Joey could really feel it. “First of all, don’t call me Rach, Salvatore. I don’t know you like that. And secondly, I think we need to have a serious talk about boundaries and the nature of our acquaintance. Just because we hang on occasion doesn’t mean we’re cool, y’know?”

Okay, yeah, so saying ‘I love you’ was probably too much. “I–I’m not– I mean I am, I am Cole! Why would you know so well, huh? Because you’re actually Rachel Gates? How do I know that for sure? How do I know you are who you say you are?”

She was losing control on the situation fast. Maybe she could just use a spell on her own imposter, or wait– shit– Did she have her magic? Did the imposter have her magic? “Quick– what’s the make and model of Rachel’s dream car?”

What? What in the world was this impostor going on about? “Because you’re doing a terrible job of pretending to be Cole, obviously. I, on the other hand, don’t have to prove anything to you.” He stood straight to his full Rachel-height and peered at the facsimile of himself suspiciously. “A 1957 Ford Thunderbird, obviously. But how would you know? Unless you’re---”