I don't need shiny, I need quality.

The name's Cole. I'm 18 and I'm a senior at Waxler High. California is my home, but New York is where my heart has implanted itself. I don't have much to say other than if you don't own any designer clothes, I most likely won't talk to you. xoxo

[flowercrown-dan-blog-deactivate]

[stanning-seb]

[hellorinny]

Why spend so much on hair products? Does it really make that much of a difference?

[campbellcole-blog]

I spend so much because it's the quality of the product. Shit products do nothing for me, and can ruin my hair easier. Therefore, I want to keep it nice and sleek. 

[campbellcole-blog]

God dammit. I'm almost positive I left my hair spray at the hotel when we went skiing, and I'm not ready to pay for a new bottle. That shit is hella expensive.

[in-terms-of-music]

[campbellcole-blog]

Because You Loved Me || Celine Dion

[blackandryan]

I'm so torn about Starbucks.

[blackandryan]

Why haven’t you been since? Been busy with getting a manicure?

[campbellcole-blog]

Been too busy hanging a poster of you on my ceiling and fiercely masturbating to it.

Fuck you, my nails are their peak right now with this gel clear coat. No chips for the next two weeks-- hell yes.

[blackandryan]

I'm so torn about Starbucks.

[blackandryan]

Shut up, Cole. I know that’s a lie.

[campbellcole-blog]

That's the truth! The last time I went to Starbucks was a good four days ago. 

[blackandryan]

I'm so torn about Starbucks.

I mean, I don’t wanna be like Cole one of those white girls who has an Instagram, but… some of just tastes really fucking good?

[campbellcole-blog]

Excuse you. I don't even drink Starbucks. The last time I went there they gave me regular instead of decaf. Never going back.

[hunter-cooper-blog]

On a scale of one to Cole, how gay would I look if I dyed my hair back to my natural color? Gettin’ real tired of this blond bullshit, y’all. Real tired.

[hunter-cooper-blog]

[campbellcole-blog]

You already look like white trash with your hair bleached, so you're actually at your gayest peak. And I take offense to that since my hair is naturally beautiful and silky.

[cheashirecurls-deactivated20170]

[blackandryan]

ain't your hollaback boy | Ryan and Cole.

[blackandryan]

“You bet it is. And please, I wouldn’t touch your hairsprays if you paid me. I might catch whatever it is you’ve got — nah, I’d go for those coats you get so upset over.” Ryan chuckled, casually ignoring the remark Cole had earlier thrown in his direction. He was well aware that his one of his best friends still, after however many years it had been, held onto some sort of infatuation for him. It was rather difficult to ignore, given that he could practically feel the elder boy’s blue eyes burning into him, phantom laser beams searing through his clothes and skin whenever Cole thought he wasn’t looking (and sometimes, not even then). Ryan tried not to think about it, because he knew from experience that the situation would quickly turn messy if he put too much thought into it; thoughts always manifested into actions, and it had long since become clear that actions weren’t the way to go when it came to himself and Cole.

Leading the way to the pick-up point, Ryan kept his gaze focused ahead, and doing so wasn’t even an attempt to avoid looking at Cole. He genuinely loved the place and even he was a little surprised by how much so, because the summer and hot weather in general was one of his favorite things about California, yet there was just something about being surrounded by nothing but snow that inspired him. A sort of softness, almost. “You’re not going to die,” he called over his shoulder to Cole as he climbed up onto the ski lift and settled into it, shuffled along to make room for the other boy to sit next to him. “And if you did, I would make sure that you were buried in satin and silk with rose gold plated into your remains, ‘cause — what was it? White gold just looks like silver and yellow gold washes you out and makes you look sickly. Or was that me? Fuck if I remember, or care for that matter. C’mon, let’s go and get our ski on. I’m gonna hand your ass to you on those slopes, Campbell.” Ryan grinned good-naturedly at his friend as the lift began to ascend, bringing the two teens closer to the peak of the mountain and the mechanisms of it ticking away as it did so. Around them, a reasonable number of skiers could be seen in the snow, but none so many as to make the place crowed, and that Ryan was glad for. Moving in a line without knocking into anyone was still quite far above his skill level in this particular sport.

[campbellcole-blog]

"Fine, I'll let you have my pea coats. But that's it. Make sure to not let anyone into my other stuff. I trust you, Ryan." A giggle escaped his moistened lips, seeing that the mountain would take away all of the moisture anyways. When it came to Ryan, everything was so blurry-- the skies could turn green, black, and purple, and Cole would never doubt any of his feelings over Ryan. They would just always linger around, he would always get just the smidge jealous over any of his boyfriends, and that would be the way that it was. He could tell just by the way that Ryan's eyes geared away whenever making eye contact, that there was a discomfort. Cole knew that there just had to be some sort of barrier because Ryan obviously knew that Cole was sensitive when it came to a relationship and feelings-- there was no doubt. That was why whenever they made eye contact, it lasted for only a few seconds before Ryan felt the need to look away. 

Snow immediately hit their faces as they walked through the doors and onto the mountain. Families were bundled with their little groups, couples were holding hands and hot chocolate as they walked together across the slopes. It was a place that you could just take away all the thoughts and have a genuinely good time. "I might die, you don't know. Don't jinx me." Cole held the skis in his hands as he followed Ryan onto the ski lift to transport them to the very top. "Excuse you, white gold does look like silver, but it's a more beautiful shade of white, okay? Jesus Christ, if you ever buy me anything gold, I'll chop off your dick and wrap the gold around it to make you see how horrendous it is." As he sat down on the chair, his body was close enough to Ryan to smell the obvious cologne that lingered, his nose burning from the cold air that was whipping across them. "Please, I've gone skiing every year since I was seven. You're gonna to get your ass whipped, Black." When the lift hit the top of the mountain, the two jumped off with their skis attached to their feet. The two stood next to each other, moving only a few inches to get comfortable again, but Cole could tell that Ryan was quite uncomfortable. "If I pushed you to go faster, would you get mad at me?" 

[thenataliasanchez-blog]

I should've known.

It figures that you queers would take a trip to a fucking cold ass place where I freeze my fucking tits off. I’d bet money that it’s just so just so you can hump eachother’s hoes and boy toys for warmth. If any of you come near me with your used junk, don’t expect it to be attached the right way the next morning.

Anyways, I’m Natalia. I’ve decided to come out of hiding to grace you all with my presence. I actually think that coming to a new school just three days before a huge ass trip like this is nice. Nobody ruin it for me.

[campbellcole-blog]

Just going to pretend that you aren't a ridiculous try-hard for attention, and start focusing on the fact you could help me bitch people out around here. I'm Cole, and if you're going to be bitchy, work with me, not against me. My nails don't look sharp, but I swear to god-- have you ever been hit with a Prada bag? You'll fucking know because not only did I box for two years, I also own one of the most hard-wore Prada's in the world. Try remembering your name after being slapped with one of those.

Also, girl, c'mon. Bronzer is your friend, not your reliant. God, you live in fucking California, can't you at least get a real tan? Bitches these days, I don't get it. Sorry CVS is the only thing that can make you pretty. That's why I like the D-- simple, easy, and doesn't talk back to me.

[itsjamiestarr]

we're begging for more | cole & jamie

What started off as a great idea to spend the night at the bonfire had quickly become somewhat of a disaster, not that Jamie really knew anything about it. He was too buzzed/drunk/plastered to really focus on the fact that the insanity at the bonfire had managed to go from mediocre to full-on madness and the party host had disappeared off the face of the earth. He didn’t notice that his boyfriend had gone off with some other boy and had been shotgunning with him before he disappeared, and had Jamie been a lot less drunk, he would have cared the second that he left Rin’s side to make sure that he was okay and not running off with anyone who wasn’t good for him, but that clearly wasn’t an option when he had his face buried in a cup downing whatever nasty mixture that he’d put together. He was vaguely aware of the insanity that was going around the fire pit, the false labor and whatever other nonsense was occurring piqued his interest, but he was neither curious enough nor sober enough to try and figure out what was going on, choosing to rather lean against the bar and try to not think about the fact that just a short while ago he had been licking his way up Cole’s chest as he did body shots off of the boy.

Jamie still wasn’t sure why he had agreed to do any of that, but the thing that he really knew most was that he didn’t mindthat he had done body shots off of someone who wasn’t his boyfriend. It probably was something that he would’ve regretted were he sober, but having been halfway on the way to plastered at that point already, Jamie couldn’t have regretted it even if he tried. He loved the feeling of licking warm skin and getting a response from it, and the fact that he had managed to do exactly that with Cole was a success that he hadn’t expected and was pleasantly surprised with. Now, though, clearly drunk with nothing but the hazy stars above him blinking in and out and the sounds of chaos ringing out through the party, Jamie couldn’t stop his mind from vaguely wondering what would’ve happened if Cole hadn’t run off and he’d stuck around. Maybe they would’ve done more body shots or maybe something different, but Jamie really didn’t have the right to think about any of that. His mind should’ve told him to think about his boyfriend and worry about where Rin was, but under this spell caused by alcohol, Jamie couldn’t help but let his mind and gaze drift over to where Cole was with Hunter, wondering if he’d be a total dick or a fucking saviour by going over there and interrupting the conversation. Regardless, he knew he wasn’t moving from his spot. Jamie was somewhat clinging to the bar for balance, having not been this wasted in a long time and he was still getting used to the alcohol in his system, which meant that it didn’t really help that he was still fuelling his body with the spiked beverage. 

[campbellcole-blog]

When in doubt, drink. The evening started out the way it was ending-- drunk. How Cole was even able to function was beyond him-- literally, because he shouldn't have been able to comprehend anything anyone was saying. Even though the snow was starting to fall on top of the mountain, it was like summer time and everything was lovely and warm. Although his body was starting to prepare itself to stay warm, Cole was burning up, and it was like his mind was telling him that just because he was a little-- lot, actually-- tipsy. The bonfire made him sweat, and seeing as though Hunter was going to just ditch him for the evening, he couldn't help but remember someone that could be waiting to see him. Alcohol burned in the air, along with the extreme scent of musty smoke that was filling the entirety of the mountain top. Illusions filled his mind of little fairies prancing around-- almost like the high from the smaller drags throughout the evening. How fun was it to just have fun? 

Hunter was gone, and Cole knew that backup was available for whenever he wanted it. The warmth of Jamie's tongue on his burning skin frightened him because that kind of feeling shouldn't be happening-- especially when Cole was very good friends with Jamie's boyfriend. Although it was all fun in games, feelings of some sort were starting to become discovered, whether they were horny feelings or not. Blurry images were fading him as he caught up to a boy not much taller than him, but a hell of  lot sexier. Just a little earlier he had been looking into his solid colored eyes and wondering why he hadn't felt like that before. He knew this was wrong-- he wanted to stop as soon as he started, but how could someone resist such a heavy urge? The side of the bar was empty, and people weren't around it. If the boy was just as drunk as Cole knew that he, himself, was, then they wouldn't have a problem. Approaching the boy, his arm slung around to the front of him, making his way around the brunette's neck and whispering in his ear, "Come play with me. I saw you starin' at me earlier, 'n I just wanna say," Cole paused for a moment to catch up his breath that had been lost when he forgot to breathe in. "Le's go find'a place to get crazy, eh? I don' see Dollface givin' out, ,and I know for a fuckin' fact that your dick hasn't been touched by anything in a long, long time."

[attend]

[campbellcole-blog]

text ⇢ colter

Hunter: this shit is way too sappy for my liking jfc what did i put myself into

Hunter: ya ya, ur my favorite bro xox kisses hearts hugs girly shit u kno

Hunter: love u 2

Cole: (((((((:

Cole: i'm glad i'm your fave!! xxx

Cole: awww hunter has a heart!

[campbellcole-blog]

text ⇢ colter

Hunter: 2 questions, u ready?

Hunter: first, do u even remember what the hell went down last night?

Hunter: and if u do, r we cool? bc i dont want things to get awk between us but i dont want u thinking that whatever happened was ok bc it was fucked up on so many fuckin levels and it can never, ever happen again.

Hunter: we cant be those dudes.

Cole: hunter, you're my best friend

Cole: don't act like a fucking idiot, because whatever happens between won't break our friendship, ok? even if we do make out when we're not supposed to...

Cole: it won't happen again, and you're my little white nugget

Cole: we aren't those dude, we're better

Cole: love you

[blackandryan]

You bitches had better be coming to my thing.

Because these fireworks ain’t letting themselves off, you know.

[campbellcole-blog]

Nope.

What if I break a nail?