"How long do we have?" Aria said quickly, tugging the the shirt over her head to drop on the floor.
"She's picking up a new dress or something. We have at least half an hour."
That was enough time.
Ever since the awkward moment with Aria, Ezra and a reluctant Diane, Ezra and Aria were forced apart. Diane would always be with one of them, meaning the other couldn't get a word in edgewise. Of course, he always snook into her room for an hour each night, before he would be dragged downstairs again.
"Please, I can do this in ten." Aria teased, furiously unbuttoning the Ezra's shirt, slipping her hands beneath the fabric to roam his chest and chiselled shoulders.
"Stop being smug and kiss me." Ezra ordered in an almost growl, lifting Aria at the waist to wrap her legs around his waist.
"Just saying."
"Keep talking, we won't get it done." Ezra trailed off like a school boy, searching for the zip on her skirt.
"We will, you'll just have to speed up, a quickie." She said in a teasing tone, her arms wrapping around his neck.
"Thirty minutes to get a week worth of sex done. Ready?" With a nod, Aria smashed her lips firmly to his own as he pushed her against the wall.

"When're we going back to the apartment, Ezra?" Aria asked quietly, pulling the shirt over her body as she began to redress herself. Ezra was midway through slipping on his jeans, when he spoke.
"Anytime, I'm just waiting until you give me the all go."
"The all go?" She asked again, confused by what he meant.
Ezra let out a sigh. "You've had the same nightmare every night for the past week, it has to be something that you're afraid of."
Aria's eyes shot up to meet Ezra's then, the words sticking in her mind.
"I want to go home."
"We have a family dinner tonight." Aria let out a groan, the thought of having to sit in the same room as Diane for an hour slowly eating her up inside.
"Can't we just make a break for it and leave?"
"No..." Ezra began, shaking his head. "She's put up with our childish behaviour for the past week. We're staying for dinner." She folder her arms across her chest. Ezra snatched the skirt from Aria's hands, holding it high in the air whilst his other hand came into contact with her behind. "Hey!" She squealed loudly, placing her hand above his go pry it away. "Behave yourself."
"Stop being stubborn." He whispered in a teasing tone. "We should do something like that again sometime. Just sneak off for a quickie."
"We're always doing that, the only difference is that we're sneaking into your apartment."
"Not for what we just did. Usually we don't have to rush. I like rushing." With a nod, Ezra leant down to roughly kiss Aria, holding the skirt behind him. "So when're we going home?"
"Sunday?" Aria suggested, gripping Ezra's collar in her hands to tug at it. It was Friday, they had two days of more torture to go.
"And the first thing we do when we walk through the door?"
"Shower sex." Aria said simply, holding out her hand to shake. Ezra took it with a wide smirk, nodding his head. Aria's phone began to ring, causing the both of them to pull away from the embrace with a sigh, and Aria moved to get her phone. She didn't read the number ID, Instead just placed it to her ear.
Ezra followed her around the room, slipping his arms around her waist from behind as he began trailing kisses along her neck. "Hello?"
"Aria? Is that you?" A familiar voice rung through the phone, and Aria's mood dropped completely to the point that she wanted to disappear. "Aria?"
"Who is it?" Ezra whispered against Aria's skin, she tried to shrug him off but he was reluctant to move.
"Dad." Aria mouthed, an aching pain spreading across her cheek. Ezra tried to grab the phone from her, but she managed to keep the phone against her ears. "I really have to go..."
"No, no you have to listen to me. I didn't mean what I did..."
"Dad, don't."
"I was drunk and angry and upse-" Ezra managed to pull the phone out of Aria's grip, hanging up before throwing it down onto the bed.
"What're you doing?!"
"Stopping you from feeling sorry for him." Ezra said sternly, pointing a finger at her. "You will not feel sorry for him, I'm not letting you."
Aria rolled her eyes, still trying to reach for the skirt behind Ezra's back.
"He was /trying/ to explain."
"He was trying to make you pity him, so you'd forgive him."
She let out a scoff, "Not that it's any of your business."
"Really?! You're being like this now?"
"He's my Dad!"
"... Who hit you! Around the face with a /gun!/ That is /not/ usual father behaviour." Aria wasn't in the mood for an argument, Ezra had no right to tell her whether or not she should forgive Byron.
"How the fuck would you know what that'd be like, Hm? Where's your Dad?"
"Nice, Aria." Ezra said with a scoff, handing her back her skirt before heading towards the door.
"You never talk about him, he couldn't of been much better than mine."
He shook his head in shock, grasping up his phone. "I'm going to go. See you later."
"He's my Dad, Ezra. I can't just turn my back on him." Aria tried to explain, her voice dropping down to normal again. "You have to understand that."
"And I'm your boyfriend, I'm here to look after you and make sure that you don't get hurt again."
Aria knew exactly what to say that could hurt Ezra, but she stayed quiet, the voice of Diane interrupting them as she called up the stairs. Ezra leant forward to press a kiss to her forehead, obviously not wanting to discuss it further. "I'll see you at Dinner."
And with that, he pulled on his shirt and disappeared out into the hallway.
Well that was one way to mess up their morning.

The next few hours were spent apart from each other, Aria staying up in her bedroom whilst Ezra sat watching reruns of 90's shows. Not how he wanted to spend his day. He had planned to take Aria out to one of his favourite spots, but the argument made him doubt his decision.
They had both decided on one thing; Arguing only made things worse for them.
Aria had also decided that she was going to find out what had happened to Ezra's father.
Soon, they were both called down to Dinner. Ezra waiting at the bottom of the stairs for Aria, offering her up the biggest smile that he could. She had dressed up, putting on one of her dresses to try and fit in with Diane. It was the dark purple one, His favourite. Ezra, on the other hand had only put on a different shirt, not really caring about what his mother thought. She'd always pick out something wrong with him.
"Hey..." Aria mumbled, stopping at the end of the staircase. After a moment of silence, Aria grasped Ezra's hand with both of hers, leaning up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. "Are we okay?"
"I hope so." Ezra acted unphased by her actions, running a hand through his chestnut locks. It suddenly felt more awkward than it should of. "Dinner?" With a nod, Aria played with the ends of her dress, walking into the room beside he boyfriend.
It was like heaven in Aria's eyes. Ranges of different foods were laid out on the table, the scents and smells sending her dizzy.
They took their seats opposite to each other at the table, Diane eyeing them both up as they glanced anywhere but at each other.
"Everything okay between you two?"
"Just fine." Aria said enthusiastically, crossing her legs over.
And then began the awkward silence; No body dared to say a word. There was the occasional glance at each other during their meal. That's when Ezra took a gamble, running his foot along Aria's leg. It made Aria jump, but she managed to act unphased, a small smile playing on her lips. It was a sure sign that they were okay, his way of communicating. She answered by doing the same to him in return, curling her bottom lip between her teeth.
That's when things sped up, and Ezra began to clear away the plates and cutlery.
A thought popped into Aria's head, and she waited until Ezra was out of sight before asking it.
"Diane, where's Ezra's Father?" Aria asked, placing her hands onto her lap. Diane let out a dry laugh, shaking her head as she raised to her feet and exited to the kitchen.
"It's a touchy subject with Ezra, I advise you not to bring it up. Ezra's Dad isn't around anymore."