Hands Of Time | Ezria

Chapter Three

ARIAS POV

"Ali, where are you?! How can I find you? Please help me here, I'm stuck!" I screamed in Ali's pale face, her dimples showing as she smiled evilly.
"It's right there!" She yelled back, pointing behind me. I turned, and scanned where Ali was pointing.
"Where?!" I screamed.
"It's right in front of you!"

I woke up, startled, my breathing fast and heavy, feeling as if there was 50 pounds on top of my chest. My eyes darted around the room, for I wasn't in Ali's bedroom, but under the sheets of Ezra's futon. It smelled faintly of mac & cheese and perfume. My perfume. Ezra happened to love the smell of it. My forehead was sweaty and my throat hurt severely.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. You're safe," a voice whispered beside me. I turned to see Ezra's ocean blue eyes staring into mine. I nuzzled his hair as he smiled, as he took hold of my hand.
"Did you fall asleep in you're reading glasses?" I asked, giggling.
He pushed his hand to the bridge of his nose.
"Probably. I fall asleep in them a lot,"
"You're such a weirdo,"
"Not as weird as you, screamer," he answered, laughing quietly.
"It was horrible, the nightmare,"
"Was it about your dad & mum... you know, the divorce?"
"No, no. It was Ali..."
"Ali...?"
"Yeah, I... she was standing there, but it was in her bedroom. She was screaming. I was screaming. I was asking what happened to her and where she is, and she kept saying that it's right in front of me but I couldn't see anything!"
"Hey. You don't have to think about that anymore. Ali's safe and sound. You know that,"
"Yeah, I know..." I whimpered. He curled my hair around his pinkie finger and curled his lips into a smile.
"This might not make you much happier, but Hardy's back in town..."
"Ezra..."
"And he invited us to the Brew, but thinking about what he knows about us, I said you wouldn't want to go,"
"No, no, if you want to go..."
"I don't want to if you don't want to,"
"No, I do. I'm glad he's back. We could prove him wrong about what he said and thought,"

Suddenly there was silence, but it wasn't awkward. It was bittersweet. Of course, given our past with Hardy, it might be a lil' strange, but he's Ezra's friend. And if he's Ezra's friend, he's mine too.

Ezra leaned towards me and kissed me smoothly. I wrapped my arms around his waist and he slid his arms underneath the clasp of my bra. I kissed him back, harder, and his tongue slipped into my mouth. He smelled like french cologne and sweat, and nothing had ever smelt sweeter. We broke apart, and he layed a kiss upon my nose.
"Do you have any idea of how much I love you?" He silently spoke. The corner of my mouth curled into a tiny smile as he kissed me once more.

What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow. - Nathaniel Hawthorne