Miscommunication (boyxboy)

Chapter Thirty

~ Cole ~

Cole hadn't known what to expect when Adam had texted him two nights ago saying he'd finally come up with a date idea. Cole pressed him for details but Adam wouldn't budge, offering only that it wouldn't be anything fancy and to dress casual; a fact for which Cole was grateful.

After having spent his entire childhood attending charity events and high society meetings, the idea of wearing anything beyond jeans and t-shirts was revolting. Still, Cole knew he'd wear a four-piece suit if Adam so much as asked.

Adam didn't work Sundays so it was easier to arrange a time they could go out. Where Cole had assumed he would meet Adam at his place, he received a text that morning that Adam was at Piper's house, having stayed the night when their study session ran late.

Cole parked the Nissan on the curb outside Piper's house. He received no looks from the neighbours this time, seeing how surburban and incredibly mundane the Nissan was. Cole scowled as he climbed out of the car and made his way up the front path. He wanted his baby back.

He knocked once on the front door and stepped back to wait. The resounding clump of heels on hardwood floors sounded from the other side of the door before it was flung open to reveal Piper.

Piper looked as perfectly put together as always. She wore a pair of black overalls with a striped tee underneath, her dark hair pulled into two braids that hung over each shoulder. Her makeup was immaculate as it was minimal with blue glitter tracing her lash line.

"Well, if it isn't the Devil's Incarnate." Piper grinned wickedly, leaning against the doorframe.

"If it isn't Hell's reigning Queen." Cole shot back easily.

"He tell you where you're going?"

"No, though I suppose you know."

Her grin extended into a cat's smile. "Maybe, maybe not."

"So, that's a yes."

She pushed off the doorframe and waved him in. "Come inside. He's still getting ready."

Cole stepped over the threshold, frowning. Adam didn't seem like the type of person to care about what others thought of him. It was one of the things Cole liked about him. So, what had him taking so long to get ready, if not overthinking?

Cole had been about to ask when panicked footsteps heralded the arrival of another person. "Piper! Have you seen my jac-Cole!"

Adam appeared then, barefoot on the staircase landing behind them. He wore only a pair of black boxers and grey Holland University sweatshirt. His hair stood at all angles, flattened on one side that he'd predictably slept on. He stared wide-eyed at Cole, visibly panting.

"Hey," Adam breathed.

"Hi." Cole said, gazing up at him from the entryway.

Adam scrubbed a hand over his face, flushing slightly. "Sorry, I didn't know you were here yet."

"He overslept." Piper told Cole. "He's been running around like a mad rabbit the past ten minutes trying to get ready."

"Piper," Adam groaned. "Don't tell him that."

Piper looked up at him. "Your jacket's hanging on the hook behind my bathroom door. I found it in Skye's room this morning. I think she was trying to do some sort of cleansing ritual with it."

Adam made a face. "Alright, thanks." He sent Cole an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, I'll be five minutes tops."

"Take all the time you need." Cole said easily.