I've decided to start writing a mini-series for this couple. It's more about the first time they do things together. Length may vary on the subject. Having prompts helps me focus on writing better stories so I hope I can get a few.

Once again, I do NOT own Scrubs! (I will not keep putting this disclaimer in)

The first time I saw Cole, it was electric. There was something about him that clicked with me. Perhaps it could've been because it was my first day and I needed to make a friend. Or maybe it was because it was the last seat in the class that was closest to the door. Any other reason seemed too fake, too vague. I tried coming up with better answers.

Everyone saw through those lies.

I thought that it would be a logical reason for why I sleep with Cole. But sometimes even I ask myself the same question.

"Why do you sleep with him?"

Yes, he is a giant douche and he digs himself holes so deep, you can guarantee he'd be buried in it. He sets himself up and always has to pick a fight. No matter what he says, it always sounds stupid. He never has anything worth talking about. Plus he always spits out that he's "untouchable" because his parents are part of the major donor's group for the hospital.

And yet, his personality is different when he's with me.

It's strange. When it's just the two of us, he's sweeter. He's still his normal sex-pig self. But he's not as forward as he is with most girls.

I know he's not the best person that you'd want to have for a sex buddy. But he IS attractive. I'd never actually tell him that unless it slips out of my mouth by accident.

There are moments where I do wish we could be an actual couple, like Denise and Drew.

But we're just booty calls for each other. I bet Cole doesn't even think about the same things that I do. He flirts with every woman he sees. I've seen him flirting with Denise during rounds. Although she's made it very clear that she doesn't like him, he still tries to get in her pants. Usually with booty calls, you shouldn't be jealous of other people.

But I can't help it.

He may be an arrogant, snobby womanizer, but I can't help but like him.

I can't stop myself.

It's like his attitude and the air around him makes me want to see through his snobbish ways. He's always abbreviating words that don't really need to be abbreviated. He's constantly getting himself into things that don't pertain to him.

Well, he used to be that way.

Don't get me wrong. On a normal day, he is still his douchey, crude, and womanizing self.

But he tries to be someone different when we're alone.

And that counts for something.