Oneshots

3: Caught

A/N: Nothing intense, just a cheesy piece inspired by the Perks of Being A Wallflower.

Derek's POV

I had only been friends with Ezra and the rest for a little over 6 months, but we'd grown closer that I expected. I was ecstatic that I had made friends that were not in any way related to my family. In fact, my friends were like my second family, because they did accept me for who I was. Which was why I didn't want to lose them.

Long story short, I got myself into a misunderstanding with the rest. Ezra adviced to stay away for a while but he didn't say how long. I took his advice, and ended up not talking to them for 2 weeks, more or less. I felt like my world was coming down piece by piece.

When I first saw the purple bruises on Brad's face, I didn't quite understand. It took me quite a while to figure it out. What I did know for sure though was that Brad was Ezra's boyfriend but nobody outside our group of friends - Kate, Elizabeth, Avril, Ezra and I - knew. I only figured it out - what happened between Brad and Ezra - when I noticed that Ezra was seeming a bit down and distracted. I didn't know whether I was right or not, whether I connected the dots correctly. That was until I confronted Ezra about it. That took a lot of balls, since we weren't in talking terms at the moment. He was hesistant but I was adamant, and I guess that was why I managed to get him to meet me at the rooftop of an abandoned building - our favorite place.

We were sharing epic high school stories of others that we knew of when he decided to slip it in. "Okay, I have one." He claimed, taking a seat beside me, indian-style.

"There's this guy. He has a boyfriend. But nobody knew about them, since he was captain of the football team. One day, they were hanging out at his house." At this point, I already knew he was talking about Brad and him - the 'boyfriend' aforementioned being him, of course. So I leaned in attentively.

"His dad came home when he was supposed to be working. Went to the basement, caught them making out, started to beat him." He looked at me.

"Not like, slap beat. The real kind of beating." He made hand gestures.

He continued on with the story and all I did was stare at him as he told it in a way that was obvious he wanted the truth to be unfolded. Very discreet, Ezra.

"Maybe I'm just not meant for anyone good. You ever heard of that saying, 'you accept the love you think you deserve'?" I nodded as him as he spoke. I did not quite know what to say.

"Right. There is nobody that understands me like you do." He said and turned his head to emptily bask in the view . I hummed in contentment.

Ezra shifted his gaze towards me abruptly snd stared at me as if he just received an epiphany. I started, "You kno- " but was rudely interrupted by something planted on my face.

It was Ezra's lips upon mine. Plump lips, soft skin, and warm heat. What a foreign feeling.

Almost immediately he pulled away. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I- " I did it. I returned the kiss, not because he was my friend and was having a hard time, not because he had faced rejection and I sympathized him, but because I wanted to.