9pm. Rainthuds. Howling. Fog. A storm was engulfing New York. Making it almost impossible to head outside. Cozy inside Cole Sprouse's NYC apartment, Cole and KJ were inside a sanctuary all their own. While outside it looked like the day of reckoning had finally come... Inside lounging over Cole's oversized couch in nothing but tank tops and boxer shorts, Pizza boxes littering the floor along with empty Coca-Cola cans and both their shoes which had been mindlessly discarded. The place had truly become a total mancave in the last 24 hours. But hey! At least Cole's hair wasn't a greasy mess from wearing the tattered Jughead Jones beanie all day. Cole usually loved organization and cleanliness, but when he brought over people he genuinely felt comfortable with and he felt he could be his true crazy, disheveled self with, he loosened up the rules. KJ was that and more. He was the antithesis of the stuck up, plastic and totally fake types he'd have to put up with f