J Cole Smile Novels & Stories

I don't want it to. I pick up my phone again, ready to move on to the next photo. This one is a little merciful, in the fact that it doesn't cause another pause of my heart. It's basically Cole, his tongue poked out with a crazy grin on his face, with Jude in the background, uh, with his middle finger on display. This time he's thankfully dressed, but in a sleeveless undershirt. Cole is standing behind the couch that he is sat on, so that I can just see his back and I of course recognise his hair.

he says with a smile. Cole's phone rings and he jumps off Nathan to grab it and put it to his ear. Nathan groans and puts his hands over his crotch where Cole squashed as he jumped which makes me stifle a laugh. "Hello, Cole McCall speaking," Cole answers professionally. I'm floored at the respect in his voice as he speaks. Where's this Cole when we're doing a scene? We all stay silent as Cole listens to what the person has to say. "Really? Thank you so much!" Cole cheers and I break out into a smile when I realise he's got the job.

Cole was already there, pinning him down with his forearm. "She told you to stop, asshole," Cole says through gritted teeth, and instantly my body feels relieved. "Hey, Cole," Jesse says with a sly smile on his face. "I didn't hear you get home." I'm confused. Why is he smiling in a situation like this? Didn't he just get caught? Wouldn't he be kicked out of the house right now? "Who exactly is this guy?" I asked him. "Do you mean that you haven't told her any of the cute stories about me?" Jesse said sarcastically and Cole scoffed at him.

The flickering light caught the edges of his face, casting shadows that made his expression hard to read. He smirked and shrugged, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Okay, I see what you did there,” Cole chuckled, his laughter soft but genuine. For the first time since finding out that my child was dead, I smiled genuinely. The muscles in my face felt stiff and unused, but the small act of smiling brought a brief flicker of warmth to my cold, aching heart.

“I heard you got yourself a fake girlfriend. I just didn’t realize it was going to be this fun to watch.” Behind the camera, Trent Coleman’s face broke into the first real smile he’d worn all night.

I looked at the three of them. Luke with his eyes closed and his arm finally, mercifully back on the mattress where it belonged, a curve at the corner of his mouth he probably wasn't aware of. Finn with one pillow pressed to his chest in retaliation, already halfway to sleep, radiating the specific satisfaction of someone who has orchestrated nothing and received everything. Cole on his back with the lamplight on his face and that smile still there — small, private, sitting in the corner of his mouth like it had always been there, like it had just been waiting for the right conditions to come out.

I bent down to kiss Cole’s forehead, but he tilted his head up at the last second, ensuring our lips met instead. A soft giggle escaped me, and I felt giddy, like a schoolgirl with her first crush. It amazed me how, after everything, Cole could still make me feel this way with just a simple kiss. “We’re talking about her friends,” he said casually, his tone laced with amusement. “I’m trying to memorize all their names.” He flashed a smile that made my heart skip a beat, like it always did when he looked at me that way. His smile was the kind that could light up any room, the kind that made it hard not to get lost in the moment. Even now, with everything that had changed, he had a way of maki

I could almost feel his eyes find me and I held my breath for a second before I schooled my face and turned to him. "Good morning Cole," I smiled as sweetly as I could. "Would you like some coffee?" The look on his face was priceless… in fact if I could have taken a photo of it to frame I totally would have. He stood there opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish, and it was everything I could have hoped for. "Yeah, thanks," he eventually replied, going to sit beside Jay. He shot Jay a look but Jay just shook his head as if to tell him not to comment on my outfit of choice.

But that didn't mean he wouldn't do something endearing in the next minute, winning me over all over again with his charming smile and disarming charm. "For real?" he asked, his brow furrowing in concern, his eyes welling up with a mixture of sadness and worry. If I didn't know better, I'd think Cole was on the verge of tears, his emotions raw and exposed. "Don't look at me like that, you can be an asshole sometimes," I said, shoving him playfully, trying to lighten the mood. That made him laugh, the tension dissipating as he smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're one to talk?" he smirked, his hands sliding under my hoodie, caressing my back with a gentle touch that sent shivers

I felt the warmth of it from across the car park and I was already moving toward her when I registered who she was laughing with. It was Cole. He was crouched to her level with his elbows on his knees and he was smiling, it was the easy practiced smile he had always worn when he wanted something. Josie was completely unaware of anything except that her father was here and he was paying attention to her and that was enough for her because it had always been enough for her even when it shouldn't have been. I crossed the remaining distance quickly and kept my face arranged with my voice light. "Josie” I called out as I reached them then my hand went to her shoulder and drew her gently towards m