This is a really silly story but it's been wheeling around in my head for a SUPER long time.
Aria tugged at Damien's hair. They were making out heavily on her bed and it was getting harder and harder to keep it at a kissing level. "I should be doing homework." Aria mumbled, joking around with him. Damien just smiled into their kiss, knowing that Aria never needed to study. He was the one who was failing four of his seven classes. All of a sudden Aria's mom yelled up, "Aria! Come down here there's someone I want you to meet!"
Damien pulled back, "New boyfriend?"
Aria groaned, "Third this month."
Aria's mom and dad had divorced last year. It had been a mutual decision but Ella had started bringing men home many men and seemed almost as if she was doing it in spite of Byron. The most Aria knew of the men were the annoying sounds of them pounding her mom in the middle of the night, and every now and then she would catch them sneaking out as she snuck downstairs for a pop tart.
Damien smirked, "Should I go?" Aria pushed herself up on her bed.
"Maybe. I mean if you stay all it'll be is forced dinner conversation and uncomfortable innuendos between my mother and . . ." Aria bit her lip thinking up a name. "Chet." Damien laughed. In the last month, Ella had brought home a Mickey, a Chad, and a Craig. There had been more, but aria only knew them from her mother blissfully screaming them after she thought Aria had fallen asleep. Damien kissed her quickly on the cheek and wandered towards the window. "You know, you can leave through the living room door."
Damien grinned, "But where's the bad boy appeal in that?" and then he ducked out of the window. Aria walked over to her wardrobe, re-applying her lip gloss and running a comb through her slightly messy hair. "Here's to you Chet." Aria smiled fake into the mirror. As she trotted down the stairs she tried to imagine whether this guy would be a fake tan obsessed undergrad, or a balding thirty one year old. Just as she was a few steps down she met eyes with him. He was neither of her previously assumed ideas.
He smiled tentatively at her. He had thick, curly black-brown hair. Beautiful orbs of ocean colored blue were his eyes. And his mouth . . . his mouth was like a velvet invitation. Aria had almost forgotten she was even physically there until her mother surfaced. "Sweetie! This is Ezra Fitzgerald. We've been seeing each other for two weeks and I thought I should introduce you to him."
Aria bit her lip. She wanted to say it had taken her less than that to bring home the others, but why bother. "It's nice to meet you . . . Aria?" he said her name like he wasn't sure if he'd said it correctly. Aria nodded, not smiling. And trying not to look at him.
"You, too." She smiled, maybe a bit too wryly. She tried not to enjoy the fact Ezra was looking her body over.
Ella smiled, "Well I am going to start on dinner! Why don't you two get better acquainted?"
"Great." Aria said with little enthusiasm. Ezra sat on the ivory colored recliner near the door. "Choosing an escape accessible seat?" Ezra looked confused, "Wh-hat?"
"It was a joke." Aria rose her eyebrow, "Nervous, much?"
Ezra smiled. God he had a beautiful smile. "Well, you're not making it easy on me."
Aria smirked, "My job as a daughter. Not to be rude, but how old are you?"
Ezra looked slightly taken back, "Uh . . . twenty two."
Aria laughed, "Wow."
Ezra furrowed his eyebrows, "What?"
Aria shrugged, "Just surprised. You do know my mom is thirty four, right?"
"Yeah, doesn't matter." Aria smirked and took out a Camel cigarette, quietly lighting it. Ezra whispered, "Your mom lets you smoke?"
Aria rolled her eyes, "No." she took in one long drag then blew out a slow, seductive puff of smoke. "But you won't tell on me, will you?" Ezra grinned lightly, and shook his head no.
Aria rubbed the cigarette out on the sole of her vanilla wedges and tossed it in the iron trash can next to her chair. Just then her mom came in and smiled, "Dinners ready, guys."
I know that was short, sorry! Next chapter will be longer. If you like it, review!