A/N: Thanks for the reviews, guys! To be honest, I thought it would suck. Mostly the ending since I suck at ending things(that's me telling you sorry fur shitty endings). Anyways, yeah. And I was thinking about posting a new chapter every week, like every Monday. Even though today is Tuesday, so starting next week. But not like everyday or stuff only because that's too much to me. But I know what it's like to want a story to update ASAP. Okay, no more rambling, straight to the story!
January 7, 2013
Ar,
I'm sorry I'm not there. But trust me, I know how it feels. The new apartment isn't the same if you're not here. No weird earnings laying on my table, no lace tights, nothing that really makes this place like the other one. But you did leave that one dress here last time, so I've got that to hold me over until I see you again. You know, when I said you could keep somethings, I didn't know you'd keep almost everything I own. But in some way, I'm glad you did. I'm going to assume it's the inner possessive guy who likes knowing you wear my stuff. Even if it is around your house and such. And I really hope you don't smell my boxers, that's quite terrifying if you ask me.
I remember, trust me, it wasn't fun not breathing, but you're more than worth it. Don't worry about Maggie. She's not a threat to us. The only time I put up with her is when she lets me see Malcolm. I've also made it very clear I'm dating this one short girl who's obsessed with feathers. You might know her, she lives in your house. And you can have the shirt. Well more like borrow. Since I do love that shirt very much. We can trade it off and on each time you come back to visit me.
Tell Spencer she can come up and visit. Hell, if she'd like, I'm sure Hardy wouldn't mind meeting her. Maybe she'll be able to calm him down for once. Wouldn't that be something to see? Spencer; the overachiever and most likely future Doctor or Lawyer, dating Hardy; party boy in his mid-twenties. But the only way she can come up is if she brings you. And a few of my shirts because I need some. Wearing pretty much the same things every week is kind of embarrassing, Ar. Which brings me to say, NO FAKE I.D.! Are you insane?! You're lucky I let you have two last time. And that was only because I was half way down on my fourth.
Trust me, Hardy and I had a great time. It was fun showing you New York on New Years. Such a cliche. Don't you think? Imagine it, we're turning into one of those shitty couples from those movies you make me watch. That's your master plan, isn't it? To make me read you our story if you ever lose your memory of us? And than, at the end you'll make me lay in bed with you and we'll die together. Actually, as weird and freaky as the sounds, I wouldn't mind it. As long as it's with you and you don't freak out on me. But, given my alcohol intake the fact that I'm dealing with a eighteen year old, you're the one that'll end up reading to me. So, for future purposes, I want you to take photos of us too. A good book should have at lest one good photo. Which can or cannot be one of the many reasons I bought you that camera. Anyways, no more blabbering, like you, I want this to get out soon.
Love always,
Your "Noah" or Ezra. Which ever
By the way, you're lucky I checked those pants. Because Hardy wanted to borrow them. Now he keeps making jokes about us and your love for red lace.
o.O.o
Ezra closed his eyes, letting the sounds of the city take him over for a few minutes. Moving back to New York wasn't an easy thing to decide. He got the job over here and knew it was best for him to take it, which he did. But it also meant spending less and less time with Aria. Now, they only seen each other when she came to visit, or when he went down to visit. Which was mostly her coming up here in the long run. His hand clutching onto her dress like his life depended on it. No matter how many times he held it or smelled it, it wasn't the same to the real thing he wanted and needed.
A loud knock at his door making him snap out of his thoughts. His feet dragging as he made his way to the door. No matter how much he pretended, and said it, he wasn't happy. Not with her so far away. The only time he really was happy was when she was here. This whole move was taking a lot out of him and he didn't have the guts to say anything about it. How can you say that the main reason you've been such a depressing person is because of someone you're in love with how happens to live a few hours away, without sounding like a child or obsessed with her? He didn't want to make her feel bad by letting her assume it was her fault for not being able to move with him. Which he wouldn't let that thought even go through her head, but knowing her, she'd still have her doubts.
"What do you want?" Ezra left the now open door as he walked back to the seat he was at, falling down like nothing.
"Just came to check up on you." Hardy threw up his hands in a mock surrender. No matter how many times he called, he knew he should do the right thing and make sure Ezra was okay. Sure he'd seen his friend go through tough patches in his life, but this was new. Ezra was never this low. He would always find something to ease himself out of it. But not this time. This time he was letting it take over, and Hardy wasn't going to be one of those friends who sits by and plays with his fingers like nothing is wrong with his friend. Ezra was always there for him when he was going through stuff, and he planned on doing the exact same thing.
"You called three hours ago, and it's been the same. I've got company, by the name of Jack and Daniels. Besides, I'm not a child." The dark circles under Ezra's eyes making Hardy feel even worse for not coming by since New Years.
"No, but I like Aria, I'm not about to let you fuck yourself over because you miss her. She'll end up getting hurt just as much if she finds out you're pulling a Twilight move here. Hell, she'll hate me for letting it happen. And, believe it or not, she scares the shit out of me." Hardy wasn't about to let Ezra know he was also going to hurt if something were to happen. In fact, he planned on keeping that from Ezra. Mostly because he doubted his friend would believe him.
"A twilight move? What the hell does that mean?" Ezra tossed back the rest of his drink, lightly throwing the glass onto the coffee table.
"Doesn't matter. What matters is getting you to realize that Aria would feel like crap if she were here." Hardy sat next to his friend, hoping his friend would just understand and not make him go to the point of actually calling Aria to get her to talk some sense into Ezra.
"If she were here, I wouldn't be pulling a 'twilight move', Hardy." Ezra laid the dress across his lap, tracing small shapes into the fabric.
"Is that her dress? Bro, you've gone over board now. Get up, we're going for a walk and then, if you're still in this mood, I'm calling in the main force." Hardy grabbed the dress, sitting it between them.
"Don't call her, she has her own life." Ezra took the dress back in his hands, clutching it harder to avoid Hardy grabbing it again.
"Oh no. I was talking about calling your mom. Now get up. If you want to hold that dress so damn much, I'm sure you can put it in your man-purse or something." Hardy got up, fixing his jacket while waiting for Ezra.
"It's called a satchel, ass." Ezra put the dress back on the couch, moving to get up and grabbing his jacket before walking out. "I'm only going along with this because I really don't wanna see or talk to my mom right now." Ezra took the lead out of his apartment building and into the cold night.
Ezra flopped himself down on his bed, letting the cool sheets relax him. After getting home from his walk with Hardy, he did feel better. After Hardy's constant rambling on how he should embrace living in the city again and being able to have Aria with him from time to time was a good thing in his eyes. And in the end, Ezra knew he was right. Living in the city with her was something they both wanted. And just because he was here first and she still had a few months to move here officially, didn't mean it would be like this for long. It would be like he was preparing the place before she came. Which was true in a sense. Ezra rubbed his eyes before taking his phone out and calling Aria.
"Hello, kind sir. For what do I owe of this late night call?" Aria's bed squeaking just a bit as she jumped on it.
"Nothing. I just wanted to hear you. And tell you some not-so-good news." Ezra pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping she wouldn't get mad at him for what he was about to say.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Aria sat up on her bed, all joking gone as her mind ran with different thoughts.
"Um, first off I love you and the school didn't tell me until this morning." Ezra tried his best to prolong the thing he had to say.
"Just say it, Ezra. What is it?" He could tell Aria was getting frustrated with him even more now that he was stalling. Which usually ended up with him on the end of a very long week of no talking from her.
"I can't go down to visit you. I have to go on a school trip to a Museum that weekend. I didn't even sign up so I don't know how they got the idea I wanted to go to begin with. I'm sorry, babe." Ezra held his breath waiting for her to start yelling or worse, crying to him over the phone. Which would lead to him feeling like a complete ass.
"Oh." Aria's voice at a normal level, leaving Ezra confused.
"Oh?" He sat up on his bed, his eyebrow raised and waiting for her to continue.
"Yeah. I mean I can't really tell you not to go. That would be rude, selfish, and childish. You'd just have to make it up to me when it's my time to visit you." Aria's response was clearly not what he was expecting. Which left him to wonder if she was hiding something from him.
"Are you sure you're not a little mad? I mean, this means we won't see each other for two weeks. Can you handle that? Cause I know I can't." Ezra laid back down, getting himself ready for bed.
"Of course I'm mad. Why wouldn't I be? But like I said, I can't tell you not to go. But listen, I have to get up early tomorrow, Spence needs my help at her place. I'll call you at lunch?" Aria was clearly more mature than Ezra thought. If that were ever possible.
"Oh, okay that sounds good to me. Be careful and tell Spencer she owes me for making us cut our phone call so short." Ezra stretched his legs on the bed, making sure to set his bedside alarm for tomorrow.
"I will. Love you, Ezra." Aria's small giggle the last thing he heard after he said his goodnight and i love you before the dial tone hummed through the phone.
Overly confused on how mature Aria handled this mood buster. Usually, she would start going on and on about how inconsiderate of the school to do something like that. Or how he should have called her as soon as he heard the news. Ezra pushed aside his thoughts, deciding on letting this go until tomorrow when he wasn't half asleep. Rubbing his eyes before just falling asleep to the muffled sounds coming from the closed windows over looking the city.
