HEY AGAIN! Sorry I have had a recent obsession with finishing more and more chapters because ideas keep popping up in my head! BTW happy birthday Vincent van Gogh! (my fave artist)

Ezra's POV

It was the same day following the previous events, and it was Violet's period in his class. When he would glance over to her, she would catch his eyes and give his a small smile, tears glistening in her eyes. Whether they were sad tears or happy tears, he was unsure of.

After she had cried and hugged him, they had had an awkward moment, but it had ended up sweetly.

Flashback

Just after Violet stopped crying, she stepped away. "I'm sorry- I mean,- I wasn't-"

Ezra put a hand on Violet's shoulder. "Violet, it's fine, I didn't mind mind it, actually. I like being with you."

"Oh... I like being with you, too."

"Awesome. So, uh what do you want to call me? I mean, that might be a bit straight forward and all, but I mean, Ezra works, except for in class you have to call me Mr. Fitz, but-"

Violet laughed. "Nervous rambling? I have the same issue. Now, you better shut up because I have to get to class!"

"Oh, sorry. Bye, Violet."

Violet started walking towards the door. "Bye... dad."

End of Flashback

Ezra smiled at his daughter. She called me 'dad'. She ACTUALLY called me 'dad', Ezra thought to himself, as if Violet were a baby and she had just called him 'daddy' for the first time, it also being her first word.

Violet smiled back. This was a good thing.

Violet's POV

Violet beamed at her father. She then looked at Amie, who was raising an eyebrow.

"What's up with you and Fitz? Ya'll are being all smiley and happy together," Amie asked.

"Nothing."

"Oh, well it sure doesn't SEEM like 'nothing'."

"Anything. It doesn't seem like anything."

"What?"

"You said 'nothing', and the corr-"

"Shut up, you big nerd."

Violet giggled and went back to work. She loved school now that it meant not having to face her mother. She was super angry at her right now.

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Aria's POV

Violet had been ignoring Aria since she had told her about Ezra. She was sitting on the couch and reading Ezra's book. Did he really feel this way about her? Tears slid down Aria's face with every page. She heard the door being unlocked and opened behind her.

"Hi, Mom," Violet said blandly.

"Hey, Vi. Do... do you forgive me yet?"

"Mom, I honestly don't know yet."

"Oh," Aria said, hurt and disappointed.

"Why so glum, Mom? It's not like your mother never told you who your dad was, even after you've had a face-to-face encounter with him! That's ME remember?" Violet said sarcastically.

"Violet, I know you are angry but you still have no right to talk to me like that."

"Angry? PUH-lease, Mom. Angry is too small of an adjective to describe how I feel right now."

"Viol-"

"No, Mom. I'm sorry. I'll be back later," Violet snapped, grabbing the jacket she had just taken off.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'll tell you in thirteen years."

And with a slam of a door, she was gone. Aria sank down into the old leather couch, and cried until she had drifted off to sleep.

I feel sort of bad for Aria, now. Her daughter hates her! But I guess I would probably hate my mom too if she did that. ;) Haha It's 3 in the morning so this might not make any since. Love you always, Caz. (Oh yeah, R&R!)