Summary: Imagine it's you instead of Katherine as the mother of these crazy-ass boys.
Author's Note: I couldn't find a GIF with all the boys together, so I just put an image. (Y/O/B/N) = Your Older Brother's Name. Also, for those who are American and say, 'that's the wrong spelling of mum', just letting ya'll know that it's how we spell it here in Australia, so, yeah. 😁 Enjoy the fic.
You had just gotten a call from the school about your boys getting into a fight. And not just with anyone. With EACH OTHER. And not just yelling. Physical. PHYSICAL. You were absolutely furious.
So here you were. In the Principles Office. Standing in front of the boys that you call your sons, well, the four you call your sons, and the two you call nephews. Cole, Danny, Nathan, Lee, Isaac and Alex.
You were angrily pacing up and down in front of the boys, letting out frustrated huffs. Danny whispered to Cole,
"We're in deep shit."
Cole only rolled his eyes at that and stated, "Woman, stop pacing. It's making me nervous," as his arms were crossed. Isaac, Lee and Nathan gave him the 'wtf. You did not just call our mother/auntie woman in that tone' look.
"Fighting? Really?! You six fought each other?!! I thought, 'Oh, they were probably defending each other, but no! You were beating each other up!" I vent. You continued your pacing before adding on,
"Grounded! All of you are grounded! Which means, no girls, no parties, no phones, and no TV, which also means, no video games!"
"Are you f-ing kidding me, mate?!" Cole groaned. The rest of the boys grumbled in agreement.
"Does it look like I'm kidding, Cole?" I asked, giving them all 'the mum' look.
"Ma, I'm sorry, okay? But it's not my fault they hate 'the Cole Effect'." Cole shrugged.
"That's what this whole thing was about?!" You exclaimed. "You bashed each other up because of 'the Cole Effect'! I did not raise you boys like this!"
"Mum-" Alex started, but you interrupted him.
"No. I don't want to hear anyone say another word 'til we get home! Assess in the car, now!"
You began walking out, and the boys followed. You had a long night ahead of you. And you also had to tell your husband, George, aka the father of these idiot boys you call sons, that they got suspended and in trouble.
Two hours had passed, and the boys were sitting at the table in the kitchen as you cooked dinner. Will, your oldest son, before Cole, was picking up Parker and Jordan from their school, while Benny, your youngest, was watching TV in the living room. Jackie, who Alex and Cole were fighting over, had been dropped home by a friend, so she was up in her room, your old painting room, which you turned into a bedroom for her when you became her legal guardian after her mum, dad, and sister died in a tragic car accident. Her mum was your best friend. And it was in her will that you took care of Jackie. That's what you've been doing these past few months.
Will then came in with Parker and Jordan and came up to you, giving you a kiss on the cheek.
"Hi, Ma."
"How's Hayley?" You asked with a teasing smirk forming on your lips. Will rolled his eyes,
"Mum!" He groaned.
"Well?!" You raised your eyebrow. Will sighed before smiling at you,
"The future wife is fine. Very fine."
You whacked his shoulder. "William John Jefferson Walter!" It was clear you did not approve of the comment, only because it had a double meaning.
"I'm sorry." The oldest replied, putting his palms out in mock surrender. While you were talking to Will, the boys tiptoed to the living room to play 'Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag'.
"I said no TV!" You shout from the kitchen, to which you hear a pile of groans and protests in response. Will took over to stir the food in the pot while you went to the living room, taking the controllers from the six boys and grabbing all their games, putting them somewhere they will never find them.
"Oh, come on, that's not necessary!" Isaac chirped up.
"That's taking this grounding to a whole other level! Ma, please?! Come on, we need to get ready for when 'Shadows' comes out. We're sorry, we won't fight again, just please!?" Alex added. Cole then jumped in,
"Just forget it, guys. She's not gonna give in."
These boys. You thought to yourself. They loved Assassin's Creed, thanks to your older brother, their uncle, (Y/O/B/N). He got them hooked, and they literally wanted every game. Black Flag is their favourite. 'Shadows' is short for 'Assassin's Creed: Shadows'. The boys have been playing every single game for God only knows how long. Could you really ground them? No, they were you're boys. Did you have to so they could learn a lesson? Yes.
You let out a sigh, "Look, I'm sorry, boys, okay, but you need to learn that being jealous about 'The Cole Effect' and fighting about it isn't the way to handle it. Besides, it's not Cole's fault that he got most of the charm."
The boys were about to side-eye you, but before they could, you added,
"I said MOST! Not all."
They just rolled their eyes. Nathan looked up after being silent for a while and said, "Mum, on behalf of all of us, we're sorry for fighting each other, but please, 'Assassin's Creed' is one of the few things we like, have in common that we can play and talk about without fighting. So, without it, all we'll do is be miserable and fight. Please, just let us off this one time?"
Nathan was right, the six boys didn't really have much in common that they could do togther without fighting. Assassin's Creed was one of those things that kept them together.
You knew if you took the games away, the house would be miserable. But you had to talk to your husband first.
"We'll see. Just, let me talk to your father first. He needs to know that you've been suspended from school for two weeks and why." You said, looking a the six boys sitting on the couch.
And right on cue, George walked through the door, "Honey, I'm home!"
When no one responded, he knew something had happened. He let out a huff as he walked into the living room and crossed his arms, "Okay, what happened. I can feel the tension here, so spill."
"They got suspened from school." You say. George let out a frustrated sigh as he looked at the boys,
"It was about 'The Cole Effect', wasn't it?"
The boys nodded in response. He knew for a long time that it was an issue between the boys.
"Did you ground them?" He asked you.
"Yeah, but they want to be let off this one time." You nodded as you explained. Assassin's Creed. He thought to himself. He could tell just by the looks on their faces. Those games meant so much to the boys.
"If you've promised your mother that this won't happen again, and I mean really promised her, then I'll allow it that you will be let off, just this once." He sternly looked at them, one by one.
"Done." The six teenagers said coherently. You went back to the kitchen and continued getting dinner ready, allowing Will to go pick Hayley up to join us for dinner.
After dinner, Hayley and Will went back to their apartment, but everyone else sat in the living room, just to be together, even though everyone was doing different things. Jackie was doing homework and also helping Parker with hers. You were sitting on George's lap and helping Jordan with his homework. Benny was still playing with his toys. And the six boys who got in trouble were playing 'Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag' and sharing the controller every chapter or mission of the game. At the moment in the game, the characters were sailing on the ship and singing sea shanties.
The boys were singing along as Isaac, who had the controller now, was exploring the ship to pass the time in the game.
"-In Amsterdam, there lived a maid. Mark well what I do say! In Amsterdam, there lived a maid. And she was mistress of her trade. I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid. A-roving, a-roving. Since roving's been my ru-i-in. I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid! I asked this maid to take a walk. Mark well what I do say! I asked this maid out for a walk that we might have some private talk. I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid! A-roving, a-roving. Since roving's been my ru-i-in. I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid! Then a great big Dutchman rammed my bow. Mark well what I do say! For a great big Dutchman rammed my bow and said, "Young man, dees ees mein frau!" I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid! A-roving, a-roving. Since roving's been my ru-i-in. I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid! Then take fair warning, boys, from me. Mark well what I do say! So take a warning, boys, from me. With other men's wives, don't make too free. I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid! A-roving, a-roving. Since roving's been my ru-i-in. I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid!-"
Cole and Jackie had locked eyes with each other throughout the living room adventures, and you could see something between them. You then snuggled closer to George.
"You wanna make another one?" He had whispered playfully in your ear. You whacked his chest lightly as you laughed,
"Cheeky!"
"Love you, too." He smiled, giving your cheek a soft kiss.
blue walls, blue eyes, and the blue blanket // cole walter x reader
summary: you don’t have a good home life and end up unofficially moving in with the walter boys.
warnings: physical & verbal abuse, underage drinking, counsellors depicted in a negative light, swearing, canon divergence–jackie’s family never passes away, so while katherine and her mother are still good friends, they’ve not met/moved in with the walters.
word count: 5957
there’s a ding, and the principal is speaking over the pa. everyone stops what they’re doing so nothing is missed. after all, this doesn’t happen often.
the teacher freezes, dry erase marker still pressed firmly against the board, the end squishing and ink bleeding atop the letter he was writing and danny, who’s sitting beside you, gives you a look. you know its meaning, recognize the weight behind it, and know this routine. you stand up quickly. the backs of your knees slam into the hard plastic you had been sitting on and the chair goes skittering back, bumping into the pair of desks behind you.
you’re too tired to send that apologetic smile to anyone else. fortunately danny isn’t. making sure you aren’t alone, aren’t the only one being disruptive and making noise in an otherwise silent classroom, he braces a hand on the back of his chair, twisting around, to face your wide-eyed classmates. “sorry about that,” he whispers.
your movements are all harsh. they’re fast and full of annoyance, as you swipe your textbook, pencil kit, and water bottle off your desk and into your awaiting tote bag.
standing up, you make your way to the door. the teacher stares daggers at you the entire way. They go to grab your arm and you flinch away. “don’t touch me,” you grit, hands gripping around the doorknob so tightly it hurts. air is hitting your face, propelled towards you by the door you shoved open, when you hear your dismissal “please send y/n l/n to guidance,” spoken over the announcements. your teacher follows you out into the hallway, shouting instructions that you reluctantly follow, after you.
you count the tiles on your way. nearly running into the blue door, you end at fifty six.
ms jacobs, tara, as she’ll insist you call her, is a nice enough lady. she has curly brown hair, brown eyes, and perfectly painted on lipstick. she looks disarming, as a counsellor with the numbers of everyone that could ruin your life on speed dial, you suppose she has to. still, this isn’t new. she leads you further into the room and gestures to a chair “take a seat.”
when you don't, her smile becomes more strained. “please, y/n. this doesn’t need to be difficult, we just need to have a chat.”
you sigh, shoulders sagging as you plop down into the hundredth blue thing in this office. doors, trim, there’s a ridiculous amount of the colour and you don’t like it. blue, represents sadness. it’s something you’ve had enough of. sure, there’s other colours. posters upon posters–some neon, and green leaves stuck onto a large potted plant. there’s other colours just like there’s other feelings, but the one you’re stuck on, the one you can’t get over is sadness; it's blue.
“i hate the colour blue, Ms. Jacobs.” You tell her.
“why?” she asks, interested in you opening up further. you don’t.
“are you going to give me the run-down? tell me what i can and can’t say?”
her brows furrow. “do i need to? i called you here to talk about your grades but if there’s something else going on–”
“there isn’t ms jacobs. i do appreciate the concern, though. about my grades. they’re passing, i don’t see the problem.” you didn’t have a single grade above fifty five. it was hard to, when all of your teachers assigned heaps and heaps of homework and you would rather take a deep-dive into hellfire, brimstone, and lakes of lava, then return to the place you were expected to complete it at.
“call me tara.” you don’t.
“ms jacobs, if it would make you happy, i’ll try harder.”
“it would, y/n. thank you.”
you gather your things and stand. a glance at your phone lets you know your second class is over, so you plan to head to the cafeteria. “and y/n, just know that whatever you say to me is confidential.” Unless you are or are planning to hurt yourself, someone else, or if someone is hurting you.
“bye ms jacobs.”
walking into the cafeteria was masochistic in a way, when they were serving your favourite food, and you had no lunch or money to buy any with. still, in your hurried text chain with danny, this is where you had decided to meet. If you had to sit with the theatre kids to score some time with your friend, you would, although it would be better if you could grab him and go somewhere that didn’t make your mouth water and stomach ache.
walking over to his table, you noticed alex was there too. Just chatting with his brother. You and alex weren’t the best friends, but he was nice enough, and like issac, lee, nathan, and cole, you had his number written down in your notepad under the ‘just in case’ column. you didn’t mind alex, he was polite and much like his brother, danny, never made you feel less than. alex was always armed with a smile.
“danny!” you called, announcing your presence so you wouldn’t scare anyone. you smiled at Alex who as expected, mirrored your expression. “nice to see you. mind if I cut in and steal your brother?”
alex nods, “be my guest. i’ll see you at the end of the day danny!”
he leaves and then you’re pulling danny up and along with you. he barely has time to grab his lunchbox before the two of you are leaving the cafeteria and heading outside. you slump down against the brick wall and danny takes a seat across from you. cross-legged, he pulls out two sandwiches and hands one to you. you eyes widen.
“i’m pretty observant,” he supplies, shrugging.
“thank you, d” you eat the sandwich, and it’s a good one. “do you have plans after school?” ‘please don’t be busy, please don’t be busy, please don’t be busy’ you repeat in your head over and over again. it’s a mantra, you’re manifesting. hoping, hoping, hoping.
“y/n/n, i’m sorry, i actually do. erin tried out for the school’s production and she wants help going over her lines–i would invite you to tag along but…”
“no, no!” yoy laugh. manifesting doesn’t work, mantras are pointless, and shit, what are you supposed to do about tonight? “no, danny. don’t worry about it. i know you like erin and this is the perfect opportunity! if she’s asking for help with lines–i mean you’re awesome–but let’s be real, you can go over lines with anyone. so, if she’s asking you specifically for help, that's such a good–a really good sign!”
you two talk for a while longer but it’s easy to see your mind is elsewhere.
the bell rings, you head to your last classes, and then home.
you’ve got to go home.
well, to your house. that place, those four walls, they stopped being your home a long time ago. when your dad got drunk and your mom got mean.
cole walter pulls up beside you on your way home. his truck slows down, nearly to a stop, and you keep walking. your headphones are on and you’re pretending you can’t hear him. you can, but, you hope he’ll tire of shouting, slam his food on the gas pedal, and leave you in a cloud of dust. “y/n, hey! l/n, you need a ride or what?”
the truck stops, pulls off the side of the road and then you’re hearing a door slam and cringing, face crinkling as you realise you should’ve just said no. shouted it, even.
cole walter jogs up to you. he knows your house is quite far away. too far away to be walking. he calls to you again but you’re still walking forward. he places his hand on your shoulder. you know he’s there. you know he’s beside him and still you fucking flinch. the second time today and you're feeling pathetic. you shouldn’t be–really shouldn’t be. it’s not your fault that people can’t seem to respect the concept of personal space, not your fault that your trust has been violated, shredded and spat out, so many times that touch makes you jump. makes you want to jump, or crawl, your way out of your own skin. you flip your headphones down, letting them fall around your neck, but turning your music up a few clicks so you can still hear it. music is your vice, but no one’s complaining because it’s better than alcohol or drugs or, i don't know, being an asshole–you do that too. unintentionally sometimes. like now.
“what?” you snap. on the defensive.
cole isn’t surprised by your flinching. You were dead to the world, listening to music so loud he could hear it from where he stood paces away from you. if he were you–if it was your hand that had sat down onto his shoulder and surprised him he probably would have shouted. he caught you off guard, he was sorry. both of his hands stuck up in the air. “that’s my bad. sorry for scaring you.”
“sorry for–” you guess he did scare you. in a way. “it’s fine. what are you doing here?” you take your time looking at cole. his sharp jaw, full lips, his blue eyes. usually you hate that colour, but on him? it’s not so bad.
“offering you a ride. youe place is pretty far from here, yeah?”
“it is but i like walking.”
“walking is fine and all, but it’s getting colder and it gets dark around five now. by the time you make it home it’ll be past that. my truck has heat, comfy seats, and i’ll even let you have aux.”
you’re not a stranger to the effect cole walter has on everyone. not at all. when he smiles at you, you feel your cheeks warm. you’re an idiot for not taking him up on that offer. your feet already ache and your legs burn.
some things hurt more, though.
actions, all of them, have consequences.
“i’m fine, cole. but thank you. you’re sweet.”
he shakes his head. you aren’t walking anymore, instead, stopped on the side of the road just waiting. this conversation, it’s going places. places you don’t like. “i can’t let you walk home alone. not in good conscience.”
he’s jogging back to his truck and pulling up beside you. he’s leaning over the centre console and pushing the door open. leaning over further, and helping you up, not starting to drive again until your seatbelt is buckled. if only that was the least of your worries. if. only.
“so what do you want to play?”
you plug in your phone and queue up your playlist. a sad song blasts and you hit skip very quickly, not missing the questioning look cole sends you. you laugh, “don’t tell me you’ve never listened to sad music while you’re reading.”
“i don’t read much, and most of the music i listen to is because of the lyrics. those ones were… dark.”
choosing to disregard most of his statement, you echoed his words back to him. “you don’t read much?”
“alex reads a lot. you two would get along.”
“shared interests aren’t everything. we don’t have much in common but i enjoy your company and danny and i click and we both hate each other's favourite tv show with a passion.”
“what show is that?” you tell him and he grins. “that’s my favourite too–seriously. we should get together and watch it sometime.”
“i’d love that!” so, shared interests aren’t everything, but they’re certainly something. you smile for a couple more kilometres and then it gets harder. when you see the sign with your civic on it, you know that the ride, no matter how awesome it was, and how much fun you had, wasn’t worth it.
you hop out of the truck–cole offered to walk you to the door but you denied, knowing you were already in for it. “thank you, though.”
He nodded. “i can give you a ride tomorrow, too. anytime you need one, really. just ask–or get danny to. I really don’t mind.” you smile. thank him again and climb out of the truck. you walk confidently until he pulls out of the long driveway and onto the road. then you sigh, and it’s because of cole’s conscience that you get home before it’s dark enough for you to slip in unnoticed.
you pause on the porch. you don’t want to go in, but you don’t have a choice. not really. what are your other options? run off into the woods and let yourself be some colorado woodland creature’s lunch? knowing what’s coming, it doesn’t sound too bad. you open the door and nearly sob when the wind slams it shut behind you.
your heart beats hard in your chest like your father’s boots do on the floor. “where the hell have you been! days, gone for days. you couldn’t call, couldn’t fucking text,” with each word, most of them slurred, he storms closer. it’s not even suppertime and his eyes are glassed over with that familiar film, his breath a pungent reminder, as obvious as the one in his hand, of what he’s been drinking all day. your mother is behind him in the hallway, puffing on a cigarette, uninterested. “there’s no respect! ya here the brat? thinking they run the place. comin’ and goin without a care.”
“i don’t–i know i don’t run the place.”
“damn right you don’t!” the half empty–you’ve never been a glass-half-full type of person, not growing up in this–bottle of beer come flying at the wall. it hits just above your head, the liquid and brown pieces of glass falling all over you.
“look what you made me do now! gone and spilled m’drink.”
you had taken your converse off at the door. always being yelled at for trekking in mud and dirtying the floor, the hurried steps you take backwards, hurt. your dad is wearing work boots, steel toe, but the only thing between you and the broken glass is a thin pair of socks. your skin splits. the light blue fabric on your feet turns dark red.
you whimper and each step hurts more than the last. then you bump into the wall. “dad, please.”
“calling me tha’ like you think it’ll make me forgive you. fuck,” he throws a glance over his shoulder. “how’d we make something so… so pathetic?”
your mom shrugs, like she hasn’t a clue, either.
“dad, please. i’m sorry, okay? i’ll call next time.”
“there won’t be a fucking next time! get your shit and get out. all we do for you, all we do and you’re still impossible. keep you fed, clothed, give you a place to sleep and just get attitude, attitude, and disrespect. i’m done being disrespected. done!”
“you can’t just kick me out! i have nowhere to go.” you yell. you yelled. you yelled. oh god. oh hell. oh shit. you see his leg rear back and you go to jump out of the way. you’ve already been kicked out–you just need to get out, and quickly. you jump over his leg but then his fist is wrapped in your hair and you’re falling. then the boot you dodged is slamming into you side. again, again, again. tears are streaming down your face. you’re sobbing.
then he’s picking you up by your shirt. lifting you, dragging you. he opens the door, grabs your bag, your shoes, and throws them outside. then, then he throws you. you land on the porch, body aching and pressing into the hardwood.
the door slams and you’re still sobbing. you’re pretty sure that your new mantra is ‘fuck’. it’s what you repeat over and over again as you drag yourself up and away from the front door. You need to get away, you need to get away. You really need to. creating distance between you and that door, you and those people, is priority.
“fuck, fuck, fuck.”
running isn’t really in the cards for you. you limp away and don’t miss your mother peering out the kitchen window. you guess that from her perspective you do look pathetic. but no more pathetic than your dad, the grown man who had to hurt you to feel powerful and get his point across. your pace is terrible but the darker it gets, the further you get. you’re in the woods now, with no idea where exactly you are and not much supplies. maybe you will end up as woodland creature dinner. there’s not much you can do to help it now. you think about calling someone and then you realise your phone isn’t in your bag. you start to shake. choked laughter bubbles it’s way out of your throat. you’re laughing and then the hysterics shift and you’re sobbing. arms wrapped tightly around yourself you cry for what must be hours.
later, slumped against a tree trunk you decide to tackle your feet. one problem at a time, one shard at a time. you pluck pieces out of your skin and the blood makes you feel nauseous. when the job is done, you slide your socks back on, and walk towards the sound that comforts you most. Rushing water. you find a river, and kneel at its edge. you wash your socks, yourself, and dry on a stone in the sun. you scrub the dirt and grime from your feet. when your socks are mostly dry and the cuts have stopped gushing blood, you put on your shoes and lace them up. then you follow the river. you’ll reach town soon enough. your face isn’t marred, just the rest of you, all hidden beneath layers of clothes–a long sleeve, a flannel, blue jeans.
ideally, you’ll find danny.
you don’t live in an ideal world. the boy you find is not danny but he wants something you can give and has something you need–a place to sleep. you do so without clothes, lying next to him. What you did was in the dark, would stay that way, because before he woke, before you were made to converse with the nameless boy, you dressed and snuck out. the walk of shame was just that, shameful. you felt horrendous. your body still hurt and you found yourself walking into a cafe you knew haley, will’s wife worked at.
asking for handouts made your stomach sour but you couldn’t do much else.
haley was scrubbing down a table when you approached her. “hey, haley.”
“y/n, hey, how’s it going?” then she turned to you and realised, not good. that it was not going good. you shot her a flattened smile. “i really hate to ask. like, i really really do, but i haven’t eaten in a bit and was wondering–”
“yeah, yes. of course. just have a seat, i’ll grab you… do you have any dietary restrictions?” you answer her, and when she comes back, handing you a wrapped meal you thank her profusely. “is there anything you need done around here? i appreciate this so much, but i don’t want to take advantage. i can clean–i’m not a great cook but I can make coffee.”
“you don’t need to do anything. you aren’t taking advantage. not at all. is there anything else i can do for you? anyone i can call? your parents?”
fear fills your eyes and perceptive as ever, she catches it. “not them, please.” is what you whisper. haley nods, disappears behind the counter and makes a phone call. then, she dotes on you for the next ten minutes until wil pulls up outside. he comes in, walks over to your table and sits down across from you.
you’re pretty sure you’ve been caught. the ruse, it’s very much up.
“what’s going on, y/n?”
you shrug and sip at the hot chocolate haley made for you. “well, come on. you don’t have to say anything right now but let’s get you home.” you stand, ready to go anywhere but, and will stops you. “my parent’s home, danny’s. katherine knows you’re coming. come on, kid.”
you follow him to the car. most of the drive is silent, but you thank him when the walter’s house homes into view and katherine is waiting outside on the porch with a smile. up the few stairs, and you head straight for her. you’re grateful for her gentle nature, because as you throw your arms around her and squeeze, she simply rests hers on your back, rubbing soothing circles. “they–they kicked me out.”
she takes a minute to respond, only because she finds this hard to process. you were a good kid, a great one, and she, having so many of her own, couldn’t think of a single thing that would make her abandon or discard one of her own children. “you’ll stay with us then.” it isn’t a question and you’re glad because how would you have answered? your mouth is dry but your eyes aren’t.
you sit in danny’s room. he isn’t home from school yet but he will be soon. katherine and george are upstairs making room for you. you feel like a burden, they assure you that you are not.
you’re waiting for danny, only he isn't who makes it home first. it’s cole. he walks in, tosses his bag down onto the bed, none the wiser that there’s another person in the room. his back faces you and he’s rifling through a drawer when he hears you hiccup. he turns around quickly. Sees you, crying in his brother's bed and immediately his brows are furrowed. “y/n?” he walks closer. the bed is near to the ground so he drops onto his knees. he’s close to you know but he’s made himself less intimidating. “y/n/n? hey.”
“hi Cole.”
“are you okay?”
“i’ve been better.”
cole doesn’t ask, he doesn’t push. instead he opens his laptop, logs into his netflix and puts on the favourite show you both discussed watching together. when the two of you are settled. him on the floor, face resting on the mattress, where you’re curled up in a blanket that belongs to his brother, he breaks the silence. “do you want me to get danny?”
“where is he?”
“he’s with erin at the school. i think they’re going over details for the production. but i can go get him if you need him. do you need him?”
you shake your head. as danny’s best friend you were the biggest ‘derin’ shipper there was. plus, cole was here. he made things okay. “no, no thanks. i don’t really want you to go anywhere if that’s okay?”
“that’s more than okay, but i will say, my bed is comfier.”
you smile for the first time in a bit, looking at the uncomfortable position he has himself in. “yeah? well, we should definitely watch this, over there then.”
“my thoughts exactly.” cole grabs the laptop, grabs you, still wrapped in the blanket he tells himself he’ll replace from the linen closet, and carries both over to his bed. you squeal a bit and bite back a real whimper when his hand touches what you know has to be a massive bruise, sitting you down.
you fall asleep, leaning against him. he pauses the show, closes his laptop, and promises to resume it when you’re awake to watch it with him. then he sends a threatening text to his brother, danny.
COLE: Y/n/n has had a rough day and is sleeping in our room
COLE: Wake her up and you’ll get hit
DANNY: is she okay??? ALSO since when do you call her y/n/n???
COLE: I’ll see you later
COLE: Tell Erin hi for me
DANNY: fuck off
george and katherine didn’t receive that same threatening text but when they peeked into the room to check on you and found you cuddled up against cole, snoring lightly, and looking peaceful they left you be. your room was ready and in the morning you moved into it. your clothes were dirty and katherine washed them for you but in the meantime… well it was her dresses or… or what you went with.
you knocked your fist against the door and cole opened it, shirtless.
“hey cole,” look at his face. just his face. only his face.
“hey y/n. What can i help you with?”
your hand flew to the back of your neck which you rubbed awkwardly. “can i, uh… would you mind if I borrowed a pair of jeans and a belt?” cole chuckled, then realised you were completely serious. then he gave you the jeans. then the belt. “need a shirt too?”
you laughed, cheeks stained pink. “i wouldn’t mind…”
he handed you the plain black one in his hand. “riding with me to school?”
“if i’ve got shotgun.”
“‘course.” he said, grinning.
you headed upstairs and got changed. the pants were big but with the belt, and them cuffed they fit alright. then, came the shirt. it fell mid thigh but once you tucked it in a bit it didn’t look too terrible. you brushed your hair, your teeth, and headed downstairs. george looked at you with wide eyes and you shrugged, “i don’t really like dresses?”
katherine sighed. “we’ll get you some clothes after school.”
“from the thrift store!” you amended.
she rolled her eyes but agreed anyway. then, you were sitting beside cole on the way to school, during the one class you shared, and at lunchtime. you weren’t ditching danny, just his time was split between you and erin now. they started dating. they were sweet, good for and to, each other.
you’d only been living with the walters for two days, but everything was great. until cole invited you to the lake house. two coolers had you feeling buzzed and when it was your first turn, playing ‘truth or dare’, you picked truth and ended up faced with a question you didn’t want to answer. so you turned, and pressed your lips to cole’s. his lips parted in surprise, but then he kissed you back, tongue slipping into your mouth as he deepened the kiss. his hands flew to cup your face, your eyes were shut, and you were feeling things. until someone whistled and another yelled: “get a room!”
next round, you were three coolers in and ballsy enough to pick dare. “i dare you to jump into the lake!”
you rolled your eyes. like that was difficult. sure, it was a bit chilly, but you’d been in the river days ago. rushing water compared to water the sun had beat down on all day was nothing. you grinned, and ran to the edge of the dock, canon-balling and sending water flying everywhere. when you surfaced you saw the asshole who wore cole’s jersey shaking water out of his hair like a dog. you grinned, and started to swim back over when you saw something that caused you to sober up quickly. the foundation and powder you had painted on top of the hand shaped bruise on your arm had worn off. gone. It was gone and fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck.
when you didn’t get out of the water immediately cole was curious. when your face reflected horror, he was concerned.
“you good?” you weren’t. he walked over to the edge and dipped his hand in. the water was freezing. “come on out, you’ll get sick.”
you shook your head, plastering a clearly fake smile on your face. “my immune system is really strong and i want to swim! i’ll be fine cole, gonna go that way.” you make a gesture with your head and begin to paddle in that general direction. away from the lakehouse, away from the people, away from the party. away from cole—or, you tried to get away from cole. he walked on the bank, steps matching your strokes as he followed you. “get out of the water, y/n.” you were still swimming, and now cole was having to duck under and climb over branches and bushes to continue following. now, you couldn’t even hear the people at the lake house.
“no thank you.”
“don’t be stubborn. this was—it was funny thirty minutes ago! It’s lost the charm. just get out, we’ll go back and…”
“i don’t want to go back.”
“then we’ll go home. would that make you happy? we can leave, we don't have to go back to school, i can take you home.”
“i want to stay in the water, cole.”
“y/n, just get out of the fucking lake. it’s not that hard! i don’t understand why you won’t—“
you’re in waist deep water and all of you is submerged until it isn’t. you stand up quickly. teats sting your eyes and emotion clogs your throat. “you don’t understand, huh?” your voice breaks, shatters, and cracks. “does this help? do you see why when i say i want to keep swimming, i mean it? do you see why i want to stay in the water cole?”
he sees something. he sees bruises on your arms. deep purple handprints put there by too big hands and with too much force—force that never should have been used on you. he’s blinking, his eyes are seeing but his mind isn’t thinking, not fast enough.
“do you see?!” you’re shouting now, sobbing too. “because the makeup washed off and now you can see it. bow everyone can. everyone will see and then they’ll report it and i’ll end up in the system in an equally shitty situation! cole,” another wave of sobs interrupts, “cole don’t make me get out of the water.” he doesn’t, he climbs in with you. water soaks his boots, the bottoms of his jeans, you hear it slosh as he takes large steps and closes the distance between you both. “y/n/n.”
“what?” it’s a sob, a plea.
“we’re going to get out of the lake. i’m going to walk you through the woods, out to the road and then i’m going to go get my truck. i’ll be ten minutes tops. i’ll grab my hoodie too.”
“it’s… it’s back on the chair.”
“the red one, i know.”
“okay…”
cole keeps his word, but after five minutes you hear his truck. it stops, he hops out. he sets the hoodie on top of you and you shimmy into it. “No one will see, no one you don’t want to know, will know. but y/n, you will never go back there, okay? not to that house, not ever, because if you go, i’m following, and the things i do, most authorities will not agree with.”
“i don’t ever want to go back there.”
“you won’t ever have to.”
“thank you.”
“don’t thank me for helping you with something that never should’ve happened. we’ll get you some ice as soon as we’re home.” cole cranks the heat up and angles the fans to point your way.
he opens your door for you and walks closely behind you. no one else is home—katherine and george both working and the others at school. cole raids the freezer for anything remotely icey and heads up to your room. he makes a pit-stop to grab his laptop and some snacks from a drawer none of his brothers would ever know about. he steals the blanket you like off of danny’s bed too—the soft one with the blue plaid.
you both watch the show, he looks concerned when you press the frozen peas to your side too. you lift your shirt, show him the damage and he freezes. “ugly, huh?”
“nothing about you has ever been ugly, y/n/n but jesus, maybe we should go to a hospital.”
“flattery will get you everywhere cole but there’s no denying i looked like van gogh fucked up starry night—and no hospital. they’d like immediately call someone. plus i think they’re just bruised and not broken so that’s good.”
“i’m sorry that this happened to you.”
“oh don’t do that. i hate when people apologise for things that aren’t their fault.”
“can i apologise for danny, then? for him not realising what was happening sooner?” cole asked. people weren’t perfect, you realised that then, cole having said the first thing that genuinely upset you. this was no one’s fault. No one but your scum of the earth parent’s.
“no. danny didn’t do anything wrong. i didn’t want him to know and usually i’m good at hiding these things.” a bitter laugh, and: “usually.”
“i blame the alcohol, but, i guess it’s nice that you know.”
“i’m glad i know.”
and he is. he carries your bag, your books, even goes thrifting with you and katherine. “i like this one,” he’d said, holding up a shirt that barely had any fabric to it. you rolled your eyes for the fiftieth time and picked out a baggy graphic tee shirt instead.
at school he walks you to and from your classes. he sits with you at lunch and helps you come up with excuses—none so awesome that they work without the grin and charm he lays on your pe teacher.
weeks later, your bruises were healed, and to the blind eye, the only indication you’d been abused was the occasional flinching. cole tended to call out his moves before he made them, especially if you weren’t sure exactly where he was. your arguments–few and far between, seriously, the only thing you’d argued about so far was where you went for lunch, were had with calm voices and distance between the two of you. cole was perfect. he never caught you off guard, he was just always there.
wouls see you getting anxious and move closer. “i’m going to hold your hand,” he’d whisper. when you needed someone to talk to it was always him because he was always there.
then, one night, the two of you were sitting on that same blue plaid blanket. the one you loved–the one cole had paid danny $40 for. you were both staring up at the same stars, both wondering the same thing: when had you become so close? you weren’t sure if there was a turning point, a particular defining moment, but cole had taken danny’s place in your heart as ‘best friend’. cole had done that and more. he was more to you than that. he baked your favourite pastry, would go just about anywhere with you, and he made you smile. he made you feel safe. he had told no one your secret–but katherine and george had a clue, enough of one that they welcomed you with open arms and seldomly raised their voices. enough of one, that for that first few weeks, the ice was always restocked in the freezer.
they had an idea.
but cole knew. knew everything. knew and made you feel okay in spite of everything. he knew and still.. still looked at you like… like that. cole, he leaned in closer. you waited and listened. “i’m going to kiss you. because i want to. because i love you how you deserve to be loved. and not because of some truth or dare game.
“it wasn’t bad though, right? because i thought it was a pretty good ki–”
cole walter kept his word. he kissed you, and sure, the kiss at the lake house was good. this one was just better.
synopsis: kennedy blue jacobs, the daughter of a multimillionaire businessman and a fashion designer, moves back to silver falls. she has got the looks, grades, and popularity. she has guys practically falling to their knees for her, especially the walter boys. however, life behind all of that is not all sunshine and rainbows. her parents are always gone, leaving her to raise her younger brother and sister. it’s pretty lonely at times and what makes things worse, she tells a little white lie that involves issac garcia. suddenly, they’re fake dating and she finds herself spending a lot of time with the walters. will their romance blossom?
Danny is an amazing actor, friend, but right now a horrible brother.
You see, Danny developed a crush on y/n, Cole's best friend, or closest friend.
The two didn't consider each other as best friends, they had gotten along and always been there for each other, but they weren't best friends.
Just really good, close friends.
Cole and y/n.
Close, good friends.
Danny couldn't have a crush on y/n, but at the same time he couldn't help it.
He couldn't help his feelings for you.
And he wasn't sure how to stay away either.
Danny currently sat in his room, contemplating on how to tell Cole that he had been crushing on his closest friend for the past two months.
Cole walked into his room to see Danny sitting on his bed.
To Cole, Danny looked sad, almost.
"What's up?" Cole wondered glancing up at his brother, "oh, uh nothing." Danny shook his head, going back into his rabbit hole.
"You sure, you look a little sad. Stressed even." Cole spoke taking a seat in his bed, placing his now folded hands in between his legs as he leaned forward.
"no, I-uh, I'm good," Danny spoke.
The tone in his voice was not whatsoever believable to Cole.
"Cmon Danny, I'm your twin, I know when something's up. So spill." Cole demanded, he already had a feeling of where this conversation was going.
"It's just, I-I, kinda, maybe like your friend. . ." Danny spoke with hesitation, cole perked his head up, he already knew exactly who Danny was talking about.
Cole had seen the two talking in the halls, laughing, not just laughing but giggles too, big cheesy grins dancing on their lips.
Cole already knew that Danny had a crush on y/n, everyone could tell.
It was obvious.
"Y/n, right?" Cole questioned staring dead into his brother's eyes, "uh yeah," Danny nodded, "y/n." Danny confirmed once again with a smile he hadn't even realized forming on his lips.
"I know she's your friend so I know this is weird, but I really, really like her Cole."
Cole not speaking had made Danny more anxious than he usually was, so he cleared his throat.
"I know." Cole spoke.
"What?"
"I know." Cole repeated, "you know...?" Danny questioned confused, "I know you like y/n. Every one does, if y/n didn't know I'd be surprised." Cole deadpanned with a small laugh.
"Sorry," Cole apologized reading his words, "you knew this whole time?" Danny asked with incredulous tone.
"Obviously dude," Cole scoffed as it was obvious, but it wasn't obvious, not to Danny, he thought that he was being discreet, but boy was he wrong.
"What! How?"
"I've been scared to tell you for two months because she's your friend, and you knew the whole time?!" Danny questioned, "yeah everyone does," Cole said with a nonchalant tone.
"Oh my god," Danny whispered to himself in embarrassment, "look it's okay, I don't care, honestly. If you like her just go for it."
Cole encouraged Danny before getting ready to leave the room, leaving a smile on his face.
"Wait!" Danny shouted, stopping Cole.
"Would you care if I invite her to the New Year's party?" Danny questioned, Cole shurgged, "go ahead Danny." Cole smiled on his way out.
He knew the two of them would be an amazing couple, they were already an amazing friend and brother, their personalities fit well together too.
They just matched each other, in a way.
Cole knew that this would be a good thing for them.
Meanwhile Danny sat in his room overthinking his every word as he tried to text y/n to invite her to the New Year's party tomorrow.
Eventually he began ranting to Cole who told him that either he did it or Cole was just gonna flat out tell y/n that Danny had feelings for him if he didn't stop being so complicated.
Danny then asked if Cole could just invite her for him, Cole sighed but he agreed.
And about 10 minutes later he received a text saying, 'yeah sure! I'd love to go!'. Cole showed Danny the response to which Danny thanked his brother graciously.
Cole just smiled knowing his brother was happy.
*****
It was now the next day.
The day of the New Year's party that the Walters were having.
The party started at 3, but Danny had been in his room for the 2 hours getting ready.
He had been contemplating every outfit, every shirt, pants, socks, even his underwear. . .
Cole had been watching Danny for the past twenty minutes.
Danny hadn't even realized the blonde haired boy was there, he had been to busy.
Everything needed to be perfect for when y/n came over today.
"Danny!" Cole shouted as Danny began throwing his clothes all over his bed.
Startled by the noise, Danny jumped, "Cole? What are you doing here?" Now placing a hand over his heart as it raced from fear.
"Uh it's my room too." Cole retorted, Danny shrugged slightly knowing he was right, "how long have you been here?" Danny questioned.
"Long enough," Cole sighed as he took a stand from his bed.
"You need to relax." Cole told his brother, "take a breath,"
Danny did as told and took a few deep breaths trying to calm himself down, "okay I'm good." Danny nodded.
"Okay good, now take this and this and go put it on," Cole told his brother handing him a white shirt and black jeans.
"This is so not me! It's plain." Danny exclaimed, "just go put it on." Cole dragged out rolling his eyes in the process.
"Okay, okay," Danny sighed as he went to the bathroom to change.
"What am I gonna do with him?" Cole muttered to himself shaking his head with a sigh.
Cole took a seat back on his bed as he waited for Danny to come out of the bathroom.
After about 5 minutes Danny came back in the room, "this does not look right!" He exclaimed, he didn't want to look bad in front of y/n.
"It looks perfect. Trust me." Cole told his twin, "fine, I'm trusting you, but only because you have a way with girls, that I will never understand, and because you and y/n are basically best friends."
Cole nodded his head at Danny's words before dragging a hand over his face, "yeah I do know y/n the best. So do what I tell you and stop worrying,"
"Okay," Danny nodded in agreement.
The two boys spent 15 minutes in their room talking about how Danny should make some moves on y/n tonight.
Cole told Danny, "okay it's easy, just be smooth, sweet, kind, be calm."
Danny listened to every word Cole said making a mental note of what to do.
"Now what you don't want to do is be too nerdy. Don't freak out, don't overthink it, and if you need help come and find me."
"Okay." Danny nodded once again, "you got it?" Cole questioned, "I got it," Danny said with a stern tone.
Right now Danny was confident in himself to do everything Cole told him to.
Actually he was just confident in Cole.
Cole knew y/n better than almost anyone, so he'd know what to do and he did. Cole had a way with girls, even girls who were just his friends, he knew what they liked and what they didn't.
He knew what made them blush , and what made them angry.
However not a whole lot made y/n angry.
Y/n is a pretty sweet and caring person, a little too sarcastic for her own good, but other than that she's known as a sweetheart, a lover girl.
*****
Meanwhile y/n stood in her bathroom looking at herself in the mirror and she put some earrings in.
Once the last one clasped to the other end, she smiled at herself, reaching for her lipgloss that sat on the counter of her bathroom sink.
Unscrewing the lipgloss tube, she placed it on her lips sliding it back and forth two times before closing it and rubbing her lips together.
Y/n wore a tight long black dress, her body glitter covering her dress causing her to sparkle.
She smelled of vanilla and coconuts, she had done a light make up look not wanting to go too crazy with the make up.
She worked black strapped heals, the straps almost reaching up to her knees, along with a silver purse, the was bedazzled in silver diamonds.
They were fake, but they stuck well. And it didn't look tacky, it looked almost elegant, in a way.
Y/n was excited for the party.
She knew Cole would be sneaking something around for them to drink, or smoke. Y/n didn't smoke much but she sure as hell loved drinking.
Not hard liquor or anything, just champagne, wine, some fruity drinks, but if all there was, was hard liquor she'd take a little.
Y/n was very much a lightweight, couldn't handle liquor.
Could barely even handle too much champagne, she'd get wine drunk a little fast.
But she was never bored when it came to drinking.
Especially with Cole.
They always had fun.
Y/n made her way to the Walters.
She didn't have a car, or a license so she got an uber. The uber arrived after a few minutes and 15 minutes later, she arrived at the Walters.
*****
Danny had been impatiently waiting by the window as he waited for y/n to arrive. He was with Cole in the kitchen waiting.
"Are you sure she's coming?" Danny questioned his brother as he peaked out the window, "yes Danny. She's coming." Cole sighed
"Okay, okay!" Danny nodded, muttering to himself.
"Just relax dude,"
"I am so relaxed," Danny lied to both Cole and himself. Cole scoffed at his words, he knew tonight was either going to be a disaster or it was going to be well probably a disaster either way.
Danny once again peaked out the window before sitting down next to Cole at the island.
He tightly gripped the mug of tea in his hands as he sighed. "She'll be here." Cole assured his brother.
Not even a second later, the doorbell rang.
Taking a stand, Cole patted Danny's shoulder before walking to the front door. People had already arrived and were hanging out but Cole waited with Danny in the kitchen.
Cole opened the door to reveal y/n standing there, holding onto her purse.
"Y/n!" Cole announced causing Danny to perk up with wide eyes, he quickly placed his mug onto the island before making his way over to Cole and y/n at the front door.
"Come on in." Cole welcomed, y/n stepped inside the Walter household with a polite smile, "how've you been?" Y/n questioned.
"Uh good, you?"
"Pretty good," y/n nodded, she followed Cole who began making his way into the kitchen but were stopped when she practically ran into Danny.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," y/n exclaimed an apology, "no, no, it's okay, that's on me I was barely even paying attention,"
Danny stuttered his way through his words. But the truth was he had been paying attention, too much attention to y/n's every feature, and her outfit.
"I'm sorry," he added, Cole watched the two closely.
The two of you were clearly into each other and everyone could see it, he didn't know why it was so hard for the both of you to just admit your feelings and get on with it.
But it wasn't that easy for you two.
"It's okay, really," y/n assured as Danny looked a bit unsure, but y/n was fine, it wasn't like she had been hit by a damn car.
She didn't know why he looked so concerned, but it made her smile. He cares for her and that made her really happy.
Cole stared at the awkwardness between you two and called out for you, y/n turned to the kitchen to go with Cole, as he was the one who invited you.
Giving Danny a polite but genuine smile as she left.
"Sit," he nodded to the chair at the island he had pulled out for you, y/n sat in the chair as Cole stood in front of her.
He reached for a wine glass and then another and then began pouring champagne into them, "you want a drink?"
Y/n nodded in response, Cole finished filling your glass, it was half full and y/n gladly took a sip of the red mixture liquid.
The two of you sat in silence as you drank the wine, everyone else had been scattered around the house, no was really in the kitchen, even though that's where everyone usually was.
Then Cole heard a voice, the voice of his mother.
He quickly downed his wine before rushing you to finish yours, y/n finished her glass which caused Cole to grab them and place them into a cabinet.
Katherine then walked in noticing the two of you and began greeting you.
Y/n nervously greeted her back, as you had almost been caught drinking her wine with her son, in her house.
Glancing back at Cole, y/n sent him a look of help when Katherine had turned away to the fridge. He could tell you just wanted to drink in peace, but she was currently ruining that for the two of you.
Taking the hint, he began speaking his mother quietly telling her that the two were having a serious conversation that needed to be had alone.
Katherine realized she had been 'interrupting' their conversation, she nodded before making her way out of the kitchen and back outside with her husband and friends.
Cole then pulled the glasses out of the cabinet and began repouring their glasses.
The two of them spent the rest of their time together in the kitchen sipping on the stolen wine they had.
*****
Meanwhile Danny paced around his room once again.
Y/n had been spending all her time with Cole instead of him, but it wasn't like he could be mad because Cole was the one who invited y/n.
Not him.
Even if he desperately wanted to, he tried to, but he just couldn't, he was too scared.
He then decided to text Cole and ask him if he could find a way to bring the two of them together and then Danny made his way to Jackie's room.
Knocking on the door he spoke, "can I come in?"
"Yeah, come in," Jackie smiled, Danny then opened the door and spoke, "can I get some advice?" He questioned
"Uh sure, what kind of advice?" Jackie wondered, "girl advice." Danny told the girl with a sheepish smile.
"Yeah sure, what's up?"
"So there's this girl and she's really nice and sweet and she's got these eyes and her hair and her smile- she just, she's perfect and I really like her and I don't know how to make a move."
"Y/n, huh?" Jackie raised her eye brows in a teasing manner, "how'd you know?" Danny wondered.
"Everyone knows," Jackie spoke in a dub tone, Danny sighed as he knew Cole was right everyone does know, he was so obvious but she had no idea.
Or did she?
"So you wanna make a move?" Danny nodded, "just talk to her, Danny. Be honest, trust me I'm sure she likes you too," jackie stated.
And she was right, y/n did like Danny.
And how did jackie know? Because not only was it obvious but the two girls had gotten close and y/n had told jackie how she felt about him.
Danny nodded his head with all the courage in the world. He wanted to tell her how he felt, and he was going to right before the fireworks went off.
"thanks Jackie you're the best!" Danny smiled before making his way out the room and downstairs to where his twin brother was.
Danny excuse Cole from the conversation, he currently took place in before pulling him to the side and telling him his plan.
However, the boy was still worried that y/n didn't feel the same but Cole assured him that he was sure you did.
"Go for it Danny. Trust me, it'll all be okay," Cole told his brother, "you sure?" Danny questioned sheepishly.
"Yes I'm sure! Go! Go get the girl!"
Danny began smiling, like he didn't have a care in the world.
It was 11:52, meaning there was just eight minutes until new year, and Danny hasn't wanted nothing more than to kiss the girl he was so madly in love with as the fireworks went off.
So by 11:55 he made his way to where you were.
He watched as he stood outside with a glass in your hand, you stood with Nathan and Skyler, talking about God knows what.
Once again, the brunette haired boy had cut in to the conversation, this time, pulling you to the side.
However, he didn't quite know what to say so his words stammered slightly.
To say that the boy was nervous, had been an understatement, but he pushed through his stuttered words and began to actually make sense of them.
"I'm really nervous right now, but there's something I've been dying to tell you. I never knew how but I figured today would be the perfect day to do it before the new year came in."
His body shook with nervousness and his stomach did somersaults, he felt as if he might throw up, but he needed to confess his feelings for you before eat him up completely.
" Okay... go ahead, tell me." you responded with a nervous tone, you didn't quite know what he was going to say, but you had an idea and you were ready to hear it.
And as everyone knew you had had a crush on Danny since sophomore year. Although you never had the courage to tell him, you were hoping he would tell you and he didn't, but it seemed as though he would right now.
Two minutes had passed, it was now 11:57.
Meaning there were now three minutes until the new year, Danny shook with nervousness once more before shaking them off completely.
He wanted to be courageous and tell you how he felt.
He spoke again this time he barely stuttered with his words,
"I-I I like you. A lot actually and I have for a while and I never knew how to tell you because I didn't know if you felt the same and then I told Cole, and Cole told me that you did and so did Jackie and it made me think that maybe I've been oblivious this whole time. Maybe you have liked me and I never saw it and I still don't because I don't know why you would but I like you and I just wanted you to know."
Danny had ranted for a minute straight before stopping, and once he did, he looked up at you with nervousness, taking over his expression.
His eyes dropped down to you, and he began to fiddle with his fingers waiting for your response, and when you took a breath ready to speak, he spoke again.
"I'm sorry I know that may come off as weird and kind of scary but I just really really wanted you to know how I felt. I'm really hoping you feel the same and if you don't, that's OK. I'll just walk away and we can forget this ever happened but if you do, please say something."
"Anything," he added on letting out a loud breath, a deep sigh, he has been waiting for your response, but you honestly didn't know what to say.
You had a feeling he'd say something, but you didn't think he'd say it like that, you were happy and nervous, but you had felt the same and you knew you had to speak now.
"I like you too." you spoke so boring, so plain, so simple.
You spoke again this time laying it out for him, "I liked you since the first day of freshman year, but I knew you'd never feel the same so that summer before sophomore year, I pushed my feelings away for you, but then I saw you again and they all came back."
Danny's nervous expression broke out into a smile, a huge smile. He had never been so happy to hear anything in his whole entire life.
The girl that he was in love with had finally, finally told him that she liked him back.
"it was at that moment that I knew that I could never push away my feelings for you again."
You glanced down at Danny's hands that were fidgeting with his fingers and nervousness, you gently grabbed his hand, placing it into yours, squeezing it ever so slightly.
Danny looked up at you, squeezing your hand back with the biggest smile on his face, you let out a breathy chuckle.
"I don't even know what to say," Danny spoke.
Y/n snapped out of the moment and back into reality and realized that there have been 10 seconds until new years.
You spoken whisper, leaning closer to Danny, "don't say anything."
Danny looked up at you with confusion, but you began counting down with everyone else as you held his hand with a smile on your face.
You knew what you had to do next.
"Five... four... three... two..."
You had gotten to two before turning to face the boy you had a crush on since freshman year, you didn't speak you just looked at him for a split second before bringing your lips to his.
Danny didn't say anything, he didn't pull away, he didn't do anything, he just took his lips and placed them back onto yours.
"One!" The Walters and guests had shouted as the kissed.
The boy had never been so happy, he was kissing his biggest crush, his only crush, and the love of his life.
And he had planned to never ever let you go.
His lips intertwined with yours as the fireworks went off. Fireworks erupted in both of your stomachs as you did so.
The two of you stood there underneath the fireworks and under the stars, kissing for the first time ever, and it wouldn't be the last.
Meanwhile...
Cole Walter leaned over the banister on his porch with a smile on his face as he watched his best friend and his brother kiss for the first time ever.
He was so proud of the two of you for finally admitting your feelings for each other. Even Cole had been waiting forever to hear it or see it.
And right now he was doing both.
Cole had been so proud that he had actually called y/n y/l/n his best friend for the first time ever, after denying it for so long.
But truth be told you were his best friend, his realest friend.
Possibly his only friend right now.
And he couldn't be happier for the two of you.
After so long of hearing the two of you talking about the other.
Danny had finally, finally got the girl.
"You did it Danny," Cole muttered to himself with a smile before walking back inside with grin dancing on his lips.
"You finally got the girl," he shook his head with slight disbelief on his face.
Audrina speaks!
Hey guys... it's been forever.
I was going to write this and I had it like half done, but I genuinely didn't know what to write anymore and then I randomly just found the words to finish this.
But I'm so sorry I was supposed to put this out on New Year's night or New Year's Day but I was kind of busy and then I just forgot and then I didn't wanna write and then I did then I stopped and then I did again.
the point is I'm so sorry for not reading this out sooner and as an apology, I will be writing at least 2 to 3 more request.
Praying they come out this week. I have the motivation to write right now so I'm gonna use all of it up.
But I hope you guys like this. I hope you enjoyed please comment and please vote.
And I'm sorry that these a/n are always so long, but sometimes I just have so much to say but again, I hope you guys enjoyed please comment. Please vote share with others if you want.
And I hope you all are having an amazing 2026 so far!!!
So I'm watching My Life With The Walter Boys I'm I can't with these freaks. First at all, the fucking Paige, I can't with that bitch. Second of all, WTF IS GOING ON WITH NATHAN!!!??? you cheated on your fucking boyfriend and the next day you're kissing with the guy in front of him????? Finally, what about Erin getting upset because Danny went to help his brother who was having a rough time with someone else? I understand you have insecurities, but he was just helping his brother stop.
