I am FINNA request something ok so you and roommate!Cole cannot decide where to put the couch in the new apartment and a big fight happens (but obviously you make up bc hello Cole is the kindest)
YAS! I love me some Cole, babe’s in Amsterdam, and is taking some hella nice pics.
“I want it smack dab in the middle of the room,” Roommate!Cole said, arms crossed over his chest. You stood opposite of him in the same pose, glaring at him.
“That’s tacky, it has to be positioned in a certain way,” you argued. Cole narrowed his eyes at you. You both had been repeating the same words for the last ten minutes. When you two decided to move in together, you immediately had a vision on what you wanted the living room to look like. Now Cole was going against everything you envisioned.
“I’m putting my foot down on this one Y/N, it’s going int the middle,” he announced, starting to move the couch in place. You stood in front of it, stopping him from pushing it.
“Everything else in this place is the way you want it, let me just have this one thing!” you exclaimed. Cole was stubborn, even when it came to looking apartment. You passed all the ones you liked to accommodate for him.
“No, the living room is an essential to guys, and I’m not having you changing that,” he said. You rolled eyes at him, letting out a huff, and storming off to your room. Cole sighed, he never liked when you got upset, especially when he was the reason for it. He plopped down onto the couch, looking around the living room. This was the one place you were really excited to decorate. You were so excited that you explained in detail to Cole how you wanted it to look.
“Y/N,” Cole said two hours later, sticking his head through your door.
“What do you want?” you spat, looking up from your book. Cole sighed, and he walked inside, sitting at the edge of your bed.
“I’m sorry I’ve been controlling this whole move,” he confessed, “I don’t like seeing you upset, and you were right.” You looked at him, and he gave you his best puppy dog look. “Please forgive me?” he begged, starting to poke at your side until you gave him a smile. He cheered, pulling you up onto your feet.
“I ordered pizza, and changed the living room around to the way you wanted it,” he said, pulling you out the room to show you. You smiled even more at him, giving him a hug.
“I love you, you goofball,” you said, “Thank you.”