Denial, Chapter Eight
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While they were waiting for the plane, it was silent until Peter broke the ice. "Ezra, what happened back there?" Ezra shrugged, "Cole was being a pest. I can't help that I didn't have time to say good-bye!"
Peter raised an eyebrow. "You didn't? Or wouldn't?" he asked. "What do you mean? I kind of wanted to but I was spending time with Kaylen." Peter looked up. "Your plane is almost ready to board. Just remember this, okay, Ez?" Peter requested and Ezra nodded a little as if to tell him to continue, "Friends will always be there for you. Some of the guys, you've known for a couple of years. Kaylen you just met, right? You can make new ones, but don't forget your old ones."
"Peter, I haven't forgotten them. I just...didn't want to talk to 'em. You're right, I have known them for a couple of years, and I finally have someone I can relate to!" Ezra exclaimed. "Can you, though?" Ezra gave him a blank look. "Ezra, can you relate to people you know about, or a girl you've recently met that has been drawing you from the people who really love you?" Ezra rolled his eyes. "Man Peter for once, you don't understand. You don't know what it's like to be the freak of the group!" he exclaimed. "I saw you doing that documentary, they don't think you're a freak, Ez. Kristin, she looks up to you. I think Cole does, too, that's why he's so dissapointed with you. And ya know all those other guys, they care about you. Shelby may call you a nerd and call you 'freakin', but that's Shelby. And you know this." Ezra glanced towards the terminal door. "I'm going to catch my plane. BYE." he said and walked off.
On the plane, Ezra simply stared out into the clouds. He tried to imagine what Bren looked like. Would he look like a younger version of himself? A head full of dark curls, pale skin, and green eyes? Or would he be the total oppisite?
After awhile, Ez didn't have to wait much longer. His plane pulled into the port. He waited for everyone else to get off just sto stall and finally stood up slowly, grabbing his small duffell bag. "Son, could you please get off the plane today?" A pilot asked, glaring at him. "Oh, uh, right," Ezra said lamely and started walking off slowly. He emerged from the terminal and saw his parents standing near the gate, with a small boy between them. He had the pale skin, but his hair was blonde and eyes blue. He looked up and tugged on the end of his dad's shirttail. "Is that him? Is that Ezza?" Ezra's parents looked up to where the boy's chubby fingers were pointing.
"Oh, Ezra, sweetie!" his mom exclaimed and Ezra neared them...with caution. "Hey mom, dad." Ezra said. He gave them each a hug then looked at the kid. "So, are you Ezza?" he asked eagerly. "Ezra." Ezra corrected him. "I know, that's what I said-Ezza. So are you Ezza?" he asked again. "Yeah, I'm Ezra. You must be Bren?" Bren nodded happily. "You're my brudder."
"Err...Yeah, I guess," Ezra answered. Bren grabbed his leg. "You're gonna live here?" Bren asked. "No," Ezra said sharply and quickly. He saw his parents exchange looks. "Well, Bren, Ezra's only going to be here for two days so let's not spend them in an airport, okay?" his mother said. Ezra looked at his mom. She looked beyond happy to have a kid, but she was using the voice that had tricked him so many years ago...
"Okay!" Bren interupted Ezra's train of thoughts and grabbed his hands. "When we get him, I wanna...."
Ezra felt a pang in his stomach. He hadn't said good-bye and now he was feeling guilty about it. Because Horizon was his home...More of a home than this place had been since he was a little kid and to dumb to know everything.
"Comin', Ez?" his dad called. Ezra picked up his bags and slowly walked to them. "It's now or never," he mumbled.
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While they were waiting for the plane, it was silent until Peter broke the ice. "Ezra, what happened back there?" Ezra shrugged, "Cole was being a pest. I can't help that I didn't have time to say good-bye!"
Peter raised an eyebrow. "You didn't? Or wouldn't?" he asked. "What do you mean? I kind of wanted to but I was spending time with Kaylen." Peter looked up. "Your plane is almost ready to board. Just remember this, okay, Ez?" Peter requested and Ezra nodded a little as if to tell him to continue, "Friends will always be there for you. Some of the guys, you've known for a couple of years. Kaylen you just met, right? You can make new ones, but don't forget your old ones."
"Peter, I haven't forgotten them. I just...didn't want to talk to 'em. You're right, I have known them for a couple of years, and I finally have someone I can relate to!" Ezra exclaimed. "Can you, though?" Ezra gave him a blank look. "Ezra, can you relate to people you know about, or a girl you've recently met that has been drawing you from the people who really love you?" Ezra rolled his eyes. "Man Peter for once, you don't understand. You don't know what it's like to be the freak of the group!" he exclaimed. "I saw you doing that documentary, they don't think you're a freak, Ez. Kristin, she looks up to you. I think Cole does, too, that's why he's so dissapointed with you. And ya know all those other guys, they care about you. Shelby may call you a nerd and call you 'freakin', but that's Shelby. And you know this." Ezra glanced towards the terminal door. "I'm going to catch my plane. BYE." he said and walked off.
On the plane, Ezra simply stared out into the clouds. He tried to imagine what Bren looked like. Would he look like a younger version of himself? A head full of dark curls, pale skin, and green eyes? Or would he be the total oppisite?
After awhile, Ez didn't have to wait much longer. His plane pulled into the port. He waited for everyone else to get off just sto stall and finally stood up slowly, grabbing his small duffell bag. "Son, could you please get off the plane today?" A pilot asked, glaring at him. "Oh, uh, right," Ezra said lamely and started walking off slowly. He emerged from the terminal and saw his parents standing near the gate, with a small boy between them. He had the pale skin, but his hair was blonde and eyes blue. He looked up and tugged on the end of his dad's shirttail. "Is that him? Is that Ezza?" Ezra's parents looked up to where the boy's chubby fingers were pointing.
"Oh, Ezra, sweetie!" his mom exclaimed and Ezra neared them...with caution. "Hey mom, dad." Ezra said. He gave them each a hug then looked at the kid. "So, are you Ezza?" he asked eagerly. "Ezra." Ezra corrected him. "I know, that's what I said-Ezza. So are you Ezza?" he asked again. "Yeah, I'm Ezra. You must be Bren?" Bren nodded happily. "You're my brudder."
"Err...Yeah, I guess," Ezra answered. Bren grabbed his leg. "You're gonna live here?" Bren asked. "No," Ezra said sharply and quickly. He saw his parents exchange looks. "Well, Bren, Ezra's only going to be here for two days so let's not spend them in an airport, okay?" his mother said. Ezra looked at his mom. She looked beyond happy to have a kid, but she was using the voice that had tricked him so many years ago...
"Okay!" Bren interupted Ezra's train of thoughts and grabbed his hands. "When we get him, I wanna...."
Ezra felt a pang in his stomach. He hadn't said good-bye and now he was feeling guilty about it. Because Horizon was his home...More of a home than this place had been since he was a little kid and to dumb to know everything.
"Comin', Ez?" his dad called. Ezra picked up his bags and slowly walked to them. "It's now or never," he mumbled.
