Adjustments and Sacrifices
Summary-Ezra and Aria are expected to have difficulties while he's working at Hollis. This is just a scenario using that information, short and sweet.
Ugh, I am the biggest suck up ever. Thus I am continuing :D This'll be a series of oneshots, all about the difficulties, people!
I apologize for any typos
General POV
The door and the blinds on the windows were open when Aria walked into the classroom.
It was her senior prom and she'd taken Ezra. Well, kinda. He was chaperoning half of the time, but in his off time they danced and talked and all of that good stuff.
It was different tonight, it truly was magical. When her dad told Ezra he'd have more time to do his writing if he worked in the college level he wasn't kidding. Ezra spent just about every breathing second writing his novel. Aria didn't mind. He stayed in the same place so long she's painted a few dozen pictures of him as already.
His novel was actually really good. She would buy it at a bookstore in a heartbeat, even if she wasn't in love with the author.
But they hadn't talked in a while. Like, really talked. Most of their talks nowadays were fights. But their relationship wasn't falling apart or anything. It wasn't even struggling. The fights didn't last long, and they weren't even that bad. They were just so constant. That's what annoyed Aria. People who were in love weren't supposed to fight, were they?
Well, her parents did all the time. Like parent like child, right? And since Ezra's parents were divorced, so Aria guessed it just ran in their blood. But that was okay. Perfectly fine. Aria could get over it and so could Ezra. End of story.
They had gone public. No one seemed to care all that much. When people saw them out-and-about at first they got plenty of double-takes their way, but once the second glance was given out people just shrugged it off. It wasn't the weirdest thing that had happened in Rosewood.
But at prom no one even cared that Aria was dancing with their ex-teacher. Most of them asked to dance with Ezra-and even Aria- as if they were two normal students. Ezra had danced with just about every girl at prom (including Spencer and Hanna). He'd stolen a few dances-and kisses-with Aria, but every ten seconds he got a "Will you dance with me?" and Aria honestly wasn't the least bit jealous. He looked so uncomfortable and confused every time it, was just funny to Aria.
Ezra, on the other hand, was extremely jealous. Aria had entertained a few dances with Noel. If looks could kill Ezra would have slaughtered Noel during the first dance.
But, they had gotten some alone time when Aria's best friends weren't basically stalking them. And so many pictures were taken Aria almost exploded. She did appreciate that they could actually take pictures without putting paper bags over their heads, but her friends were playing paparazzi and Aria was getting annoyed really fast.
That's when she decided she had to sip away with Ezra.
Somehow they'd wandered to Ezra's old classroom. Ezra shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled as he broke the silence.
"Great memories here, right?"
"Way too many," she laughed.
"What was your favorite?" He sat on the desk and Aria joined him. "Mine was when you came in here and pulled your jacket back revealing a tie that read "Wear me?" on it. Wait, it's this tie here, isn't it?" Ezra fiddled with the tie and Aria smiled.
"Yup, that's the one. You should have seen your face when I did that. It was pretty hilarious."
"Don't mock," he kissed her cheek. "You know you love me."
"Yes, I do know that," Aria giggled as Ezra kissed her neck.
"I'm sorry I haven't really talked to you or seen you much lately. It's driving me crazy."
"Me too," she smiled as his kisses continued town her neck and to her collarbone.
"We should have a date night."
"This is a date night," she laughed.
"A real date night. Just you and me somewhere. Name the place and time."
"Now, and I wanna go to the MET," she joked.
He kissed her hand and smiled. "Rain check?"
"Sure."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
The door and blinds on the window were open when they kissed in a lot more mature way then her age might suggest they would, with a lot more childish touching than anything. But it didn't matter. They could, nothing was holding them back.
And nothing ever would.
STILL not 1,000 words. Dang.
Thank StarWriter101 for PMing me to sit my butt down and write some of this story. So I did, feeling inspired. It's not as good, but what do you think? I didn't do awful, did I?
Please don't entertain me with complaints of the OOC-ness of this. I honestly don't want to hear it. I'm too tired to care anyway.
Review please. (NICELY ^^)
Love ALWAYS (even when you think I am neglecting my stories),
-randomness
