"I'm not wearing this!" Ezra groaned from behind the bathroom door, Aria folding her arms over her chest. As amusing as it was to listen to him throw himself about like a five year old, they didn't have this time to waste. It'd already taken her an hour to drag him out of bed, and then another to convince him to get ready. The guy was stubborn when he wanted to be.

"Ezra, we're going to be late. Hurry it up and get out here." Hearing a groan behind the door, Ezra pulled open the bathroom door, shoving his hands in his pockets. Aria couldn't help but spread a wide smile at the sight before her. He was wearing a dark suit that Aria had picked out the day before, it wasn't anything fancy, but it'd do for Wesley's funeral.

"I can't believe you're making me go to this."

"You're acting like a baby, Ezra. Stop moaning, stop fussing, and look upset." She pointed a finger at him, grasping up her phone before moving towards the mirror. On her way back from purchasing Ezra's suit, she had stopped by at her Father's house to pick up some fresh clothes, and a dress for the funeral. Of course, Byron hadn't been happy about her leaving again, but obviously Aria wouldn't have listened to him. Mike, as per usual was nowhere to be seen. She had decided on a short black dress, which went out slightly at the waist. It was plain black, except the thing silver belt around the waist. She had to look formal, especially if Diane was going to be there. Aria had curled the ends of her hair, so it bounced off her shoulders, shaping her thin face.

One thing that Aria hated about herself was her pale complexion, it just didn't look right. Ezra would always disagree, but Aria would always put make up on whenever they would leave the apartment. He slipped up behind his girlfriend, snaking his arms around her waist to rest his chin upon her shoulder.

"We could always go back to bed, I'm sure that I'll enjoy removing that dress a lot more than going out." It was more of a plea than anything, Ezra couldn't face his mother. Not now, not ever.

"As amazing as that sounds, we're still going." Aria turned in her boyfriends arms, reaching up to tie his jet black tie. "Now, do you have your speech planned?"

This was what Aria was worried about. If Ezra said the wrong thing, or lost his temper and spilled everything to the hundreds of people there. That couldn't happen. Ezra cleared his throat, emitting a fake sniffle before beginning to speak in a sarcastic tone.

"Wesley was an amazing brother, who always seemed to show me how important family was. Growing up, he was there. Always there for me and my mother during the complicated times. I can't thank him enough for what he's done. At least we know that he died a good man, and brought happiness to us all."

"Good. Now stick to that and we'll be out of there in no time."

Aria and Ezra were surprisingly on time, and rushed to the front beside his mother. Already, she was drenched in tears. Aria could tear her eyes from her for longer than a few minutes, a saddened expression on her features. Ezra, on the other hand refused to look at his mother, he wasn't to show any signs of compassion towards her, or show any weakness. That'd make him care, pity her. He couldn't do that.

Neither paid attention to what anybody was to say, it was just people rambling on about how amazing Wesley was, how hilarious he was, how he never failed to put a smile on their faces.

Diana moved to the front next, several pieces of paper in one hand.

"Great." Ezra muttered sarcastically under his breath, only to receive an elbow in the side by Aria.

"Stop being such a jerk, Ezra."

What was Ezra doing here? Why had he been dragged here by Aria? All Ezra wanted was to forget about this, about Wesley. About the family that'd dragged him through the dirt all of these years. His life was with Aria now, not them. This was why he hoped to be with Aria forever. He and Aria would have their own family, and unlike the family he grew up in, they would love them. That was how it would work. So many times, Ezra had thought of this. Where they would live, what they'd do.

"... and now my son, Ezra will say a few words about Wesley himself." It was Aria who glanced up, her eyes moving to meet Ezra's. He seemed to be completely lost, his eyes staring straight ahead, but nothing was going through to him.

"Ezra, you're up." Aria said, nudging him in the side once more. Ezra's eyes darted around for a moment, before he strode to the front of the large church, and cleared his throat, just as he had done before.

There was something about the way Ezra glanced at her; it told Aria that he wasn't prepared to say what he had practiced. As he caught her eye once more, she firmly shook her head at him, telling him that doing this wasn't the answer.

"What can I say about my brother Wesley? He was definitely unique. I especially admired Wesley for how determined he was." Ezra paused, quickly taking a look at Aria who was still holding her breath. He was going okay so far. "When Wesley set his mind to something, or someone I might add; he will manipulate them, fill their heads with what they want to believe, he'll fill their heads with lies, make them feel things that they don't want to feel. And then, that's when he takes advantage. Wesley's definitely a Fitzgerald, because wants he's set his mind on something, he won't stop until he's got it."

Even Ezra didn't know where that came from. It was what he had been thinking this past week. This was what he needed to get out. He glanced up at the audience, only to see everyone staring at him in complete disgust, utter disgrace. His eyes then moved to meet his mothers, who was shaking her head. And then Aria? She wasn't even there. She was halfway out the door, actually.

"Aria..." Ezra murmured, speedily walking out to catch her up. He was getting plenty of glares, but he couldn't of cared less. Without a glance back, Aria continued down the path, her high stilettos clanking on the concrete. "Aria!"

"Leave me alone." Aria spat harshly, throwing her bag over her shoulder. How could he have done this? He had promised her that he would try to make an effort. She had come between them.

"Where are you going?!"

"I'm going home Ezra."

"Aria, stop."

"What?!" Aria snapped, spinning on her heals to face the boyfriend she couldn't even look at right now. "Why would you do that? How could you do that? You promised Ezra! Swore to me that you wouldn't hold this grudge against him!"

"A grudge? Aria what did you expect me to do? For crying out loud, how was I not supposed to say anything? Do you remember what he did? Because I certainly do."

"This isn't about you, okay?! You weren't there. You didn't have to squirm beneath him, you didn't have to cry for help. You weren't there. So don't pretend that I'm in your best interests here, Ezra. This is about you."

Ezra let out a loud scoff, rolling his eyes as he raised his hands into the air.

"What did you expect me to do, huh? Pretend that nothing has changed? Because it has, everything's changed. Yes, this is about me. Do you know how /hard/ it is for to even think about it? Wesley took advantage, just like I said. He manipulated you, and he didn't stop until he got what he wanted."

"Well if you weren't there. You left me. You left me alone. If you hadn't of left me, then this wouldn't of happened. This is your fault." Aria yelled, her adrenaline rush kicking in at this point. Her heart was pumping as fast as it could go, she was shaking. In an instant she was filled with guilt, a pain at the bottom of her stomach telling her that what she said was wrong. It wasn't his fault. Ezra's eyes filled with tears, her words hitting him harder than when he had first found out about all of this. "Ezra... I didn't mean that..."

"Yes, you did. And you're right." Ezra's voice cracked nearer the end of his words. Aria took a step forward, holding her hand out before moving into his arms, tightly wrapping her own around his waist.

"Ezra? What's going on?" A familiar voice rang from behind them, causing Ezra to spin around.