A/N: So this is a collection of BruiseShipping stories, cause there's not nearly enough of them! One for each letter of the alphabet. Maybe other couple too and OCs, but NO ONE GIVES A DAMN ABOUT THOSE BLOODY OCS! Hope you won't get BruiseShipping diabetes after reading all of these.
Ninjago doesn't belong to me, or else there would be some gay shit going on. Enjoy!
"Jay, hurry up!" yelled the older boy.
He was running ahead of his only friend: Jay.
"Why are we even running?" panted the kid.
"It's five o'clock. It's when the janitor piles up all the leaves of the week, before tossing them in trash bags. If we get there early, we can play in the piles."
Jay rolled his eyes. They sprinted to the park, just after school, to play with some leaves? Jay skipped his snack, because Cole dragged him here.
They were fifteen! What kind of teen goes around, splashing about in autumn leaves, while they could be at home playing video games?
"Don't you have dance class?" asked the brunette, trying to make up an excuse.
"Say 'dance' again and I'll break your knees. I hate it!"
• • •
Jay hated autumn.
It's the season leaves die and fall out of the trees. It's the season that reminds summer and fun is over. It's the season the air becomes stiff and cold. It's the season skies start turning gray.
Plus, nothing happens in autumn. In winter, there's snow and Christmas. In spring there was flowers and Easter. In summer, it was the freaking holidays!
There was Thanksgiving in autumn, but to Jay's eyes it was just a good excuse to stuff food in your mouth without looking like a greedy jerk.
• • •
"Wee!"
Cole shouted as he jumped in the huge pile of leaves. They scattered around. The boy buried himself under the leaves.
The janitor wouldn't be too thrilled about cleaning up their mess…Wait, what? Their mess? More like Cole's mess.
Jay growled, and headed to a bench.
A hand came out of the pile and dragged him in.
His face was only five inches away from Cole's. Their bodies pressed against each other.
"Are we buried under leaves?"
The raven haired teen nodded.
Jay was dangerously sliding closer to Cole's face. He tried to take support on the ground with his arms to lift himself out of here, but instead, he was just sliding faster. These leaves were like quicksands.
Their face kept getting closer.
Four inches.
Three inches.
Two inches.
Cole didn't move. He didn't flinch or react. He was just grinning like the stupidiot he was. 'Stupidiot' was a word he made up with him. It was mixing the words 'stupid' and 'idiot' (Thanks Captain Obvious!).
One inch.
It occurred to Jay. Cole was actually waiting for this.
Half an inch.
"Stupidiot." he muttered.
Quarter of an inch.
The gap was closed.
It occurred to he brunette that Cole wasn't the only one waiting for it. Him, Jay Walker, had probably dreamed of it since that met.
"Who's in my leaves?" shouted a harsh voice.
The janitor!
Cole jumped out of the pile, dragging Jay with him. He definitely thought Jay was a rag doll or something.
"These darn rebel couples! There's the guy that drags the girl into a spiral of rebellion and she ends up looking like a boy! That brown haired girl really looked like a boy…" he scuffed.
Jay was clutching on the hand of Cole, remembering the sweet cake taste that characterized Cole.
Maybe autumn wasn't so bad.