Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 95

RACHEL

After sitting here in the Target parking lot like the love fool of Ezra Miller like I have been since I met him. I knew he wasn't changing. All I feel is numb but that's probably me sitting outside way too long that everything is frozen like a ice block; I stand up, grab my phone from my pants pocket, start texting Dean, I remember he give me his number after we saw each other at the hotel to pick me up or at least ask him to give me a change of clothing. I hear my phone starting buzzing, looking down, hoping and wishing it's not Ezra and I sign in relief.

"Merry almost Christmas, Rachel. I hope Ezra is enjoying and behaving himself and behaving," he cheerfully answers the phone and I laugh at him behaving himself.

"Yeah. He was until today," I replied as I walked inside the store and immediately went to the ladie's room, and ran my hands under the hot water to warm up my frozen hands, "Rach?".

I quickly put up the phone while grabbing a bunch of paper napkins, "Hello. Sorry, did you say something?" I ask.

"I asked what he did?" He repeats his question and at first I begin to hesitate about what I should or shouldn't say about his brother... in Ezr;as words almost brother so once I hear my words, I can hear Alex almost wanting to beat the living day light of Ezra by kicking me aside to the curb, literally. Alex told me that he would handle the situation and all I said was okay.

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As looking around the womens clothing to search for some decent enough clothes so I don't have to wear my poor choice pajamas but I guess that's for I get for forgetting pajamas because I always wear one of Ezra's worned out shirts that smelled like him and cologne. I miss smelling that citrus smell, it's a fruit basket on his body. I go to the pajamas section to find something decent but I don't see anything else besides granny nightgowns and other stuff that I could see my mother buyting and it makes me cringe at the thought of me wearing them.

I feel a soft tap on my shoulder, I jump the pair of sweatpants I'm holding, and turn around, "Umm hi Dean.I know this is pretty awkward since we haven't talked since the last time we saw each other," I greet an apologize to him, give him a small smile. He smiles back as stuffing a pair of gloves and a green beanie that looks like a hipster wear around the town, "Are you okay? You didn't seem alright on the phone,".

"Yeah, sorry to call you out of the blue. I didn't know who else to call," I told him as I rubbed my hands together to warm them up. Dean hands me his gloves, "Thank you,". He nods, and walks away for a moment which I thought was weird. I go back to shopping, look around the racks to find my size in the sweatpants but I can only find the smaller sizes. It's probably because it's the easiest and laziest gift to gift it's wife or girlfriend.

Just my luck.

Moments later, I continue scrolling through stupid social media like Christmas posts of couples making snowmans or having snowball fights. Dean comes back with a shopping cart with two rolls of wrapping paper, one of them is gold with white and silver snowflakes all over and the other roll is white brick red plaid, " I like your choice of lovely wrapping paper," I joke with him, he shakes his head and shines a boyish grin.

"It's not my choice actually. It's my mother's choice, she called me to pick up a few things while I'm here. My kind of wrapping paper is childish fun paper that has snowmans and the words 'Let it snow' on it. I know it's cheesy," he explains in almost one breath, my head starts to spinning, "That's nice of umm," I look at the clothes I picked out and put them back since I don't have any money with me and don't need to be need or any cruel of sort for money, "I meant to say," I move my damp hair out the the way, "I think it's nice of you to do that for her. Can your mother adopt me?" I curiously ask and he playfully pushes me. I put the clothes back, then turn away but he grabs my hand, "Rachel, I may not know you right now but I knew you when we were little. Is your," he loses his words and snatches the back of his neck.