"Easier done than said," Cole muttered, "the real problem is that they'll never allow me to have a girlfriend, much less have them...." Cole realized that he was overthinking things. He stopped, "you know what, your right. Help me move your stuff to my room."
Jewel nodded. "Good."
"Okay," Cole moved to Jewel's wardrobe and handed a bunch of clothes to her. He grabbed a pile too and went to his semi-neat room where he put the clothes on his bed.
Juliet set the clothes on the bed, biting her lip.
((Jewel, not Juliet))
Cole worked swiftly with the clothes. After they were done he wiped his forehead. "does that look good?"
Jewel shrugged. "I wouldn't know."
Cole quickly examined Jewel's room. "Okay, this looks good. Okay, let's make sure everything else is fine." He quickly examined the rest of the apartment. "Fine too. Now is to wait for my family."
((Hey, do you want to powerplay Cole's family for me?))
(We can split playing responsibilities...)
Jewel took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You might want to brief me on proper behavior."
"Don't say anything about se.x." Cole thought for a bit, "uh, don't say anything that would make my parents not like you."
Jewel whimpered. "Cole..."
"Yeah?" He asked, "what is it?"
"Why not just tell me not to say anything at all?!" Jewel whined.
"Because it wouldn't seem natural." Cole anwsered.
"But Cole I don't KNOW how to be around people!" Jewel protested. "I don't KNOW what would make your parents not like me. I don't KNOW what's normal...or natural..."
Cole stuttered, "good point." He nodded. "Just follow these guidelines: 1. anwser when they ask you questions, if they ask where you came from make it up. and 2. Just wing it."
"Cole I don't know enough to just wing it! I don't even know what's real places and what's not!"
"Just act yourself," Cole said, "when it comes to the wierdness of people my parents don't care about it. It's okay Jewel."