Dear Ma,
About half an hour into a movie that I was barely paying attention to, I could hear soft snores coming from the little armchair tucked in the corner. Turning my head to the left, I was met with the sight of Ezra fast asleep on the chair, his platinum hair falling across his face in curtains and his knees tucked up to his chest.
Standing up, I made my way over to my bedroom with the intention of finding him a blanket. The only one I had, the one that still smelt like home. Carrying the ratty blanket towards the boy sleeping on the couch, I draped it over his slight frame and tucked it in, resisting the urge to brush away the pale blonde tendrils of hair falling messily over his forehead. It was almost 9 O'clock now, and I knew that his parents would worry.
"Ezra" I whispered, leaning closer to him, Fists clenched in an effort to keep them from brushing up against his soft skin.
"Yeah?" He said, his voice hoarse from sleep, causing a flutter in my chest.
"Hey, its kinda late, are you sure your parents won't worry?" I asked, finally giving into the urge, and brushing away the feather like strands of hair, away from his eyes.
"No, they won't be worried" He said, smiling his beautiful smile "Is it okay if I crash on your couch for the night?" He asked, his fists rubbing away the sleep from his silvered eyes.
"No" I said, "I mean, yeah its fine, but you can sleep in my bed, I'll take the couch" I said, hurriedly correcting myself.
"Thanks" He said, smiling sleepily as he stood up and wrapped the tattered blanket around his lithe form.
As he leaned in closer, I felt cold lips touch my cheek before he straightened and disappeared down the hallway to my room, leaving only the fluttering feeling in my chest in his wake.
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The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight peeped in through the drawn curtains and cast shadows on my hardwood floors, I woke up to a smell that I hadn't woken up to for as long as I could remember.
The smell of freshly cooked breakfast assaulted my senses as I struggled to grasp my bearings.
Standing up from the ratty old couch, I made my way to the kitchen to find Ezra over the stove. A black headband restricting his silver hair from falling into his eyes, in his clothes from the day before.
"Morning" I mumbled, as I made my way towards the steaming mug of black coffee left on the counter.
"Hey, good morning" He said, turning around and smiling my way.
Blinded by his smile, mesmerized by his eyes, and consciousness hazed I made my way towards him and caught a strand of his platinum hair, twirling it around my fingers.
"Is this your natural hair color?" I asked.
"Nope" He said, smiling up at me, as he tossed the pancakes around in the pan.
"What's the natural color?" I asked, letting the strand go, and taking a seat at the breakfast counter.
"Black" He said, shrugging as he finished the pancakes and piled them high up on a plate, drizzling them with maple syrup and bringing them to me complete with two forks.
Breakfast was a quiet affair, the only sounds being the soft clinking of forks against the porcelain and the hummingbird beating of my heart. The act of sharing breakfast with him, strangely intimate in my mind's eye.
Saturated with fleeting smiles and secret looks, actual eating was a chore due to the massive lump that evaded my throat when I caught him staring at me, a beautiful blush tainting his cheeks as he looked away shyly smiling.
When no more pancakes were left, and the coffee mugs were bare, I knew that it was time for him to leave.
He stood up from the chair and scratched his arm nervously.
"I feel like I've given 'overstay my welcome' a whole new meaning" He said, laughing, silver hair falling into his eyes.
"No, of course not" I said "It gets kind of lonely here sometimes"
"Well I've gotta go" He said, his eyes telling me that it was the last thing he wanted to do."But I'd love to do this again if you want" He said, eyes twinkling, surprising both himself and me.
"Yeah" I said, my voice embarrassingly hoarse "I'd like that too"
"Great" He said, moving to the chair to pick up his discarded hoodie.
As we exchanged numbers, I slightly shivered when his soft hand brushed against mine, my heart clenching furiously against my ribcage.
As I unlocked the door to let him out I couldn't push away the slight panic that I would never see him again.
"I had a great time"He said, smiling nervously as he pulled on the slight hoodie.
"Yeah, me too. I'd love to do it again sometime" I said.
My breath stuttered when he tentatively stepped up on his tiptoes and brushed a feather kiss over my lips, fleeting but beautiful. His lips tasting as sweet as the maple syrup and as bitter as the coffee.
"Bye" He whispered one last time, before stepping away, swallowed up by the darkness of the hallway.
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Spectrum (boyxboy)
Romansa"I don't need love to survive. I'm almost positive that I'm stronger than a petty little emotion" When Daniel meets Ezra for the first time, he doesn't know what the flutters are. After all, he doesn't believe in love. He doesn't believe in the unne...
