Trapped Inside Myself SEQUEL

Christmas eve. Part 2

As I stepped into Ezra's family estate, I was met by he silver and red colour combo around the room, most times I came into the house it made it look serious and a little spooky but with the bows of holly over the threshold, and some candles lit casting warm neon light around the entrance of the house.

"The place looks... cozy." I commented.

Ezra gave me a smile before walking toward the kitchen where his mother sat at the breakfast bar tapping her fingers on the marble counter.

"Hey Mom." Her head snapped up to where Ezra and I stood.

Her expression was tired and she looked a little upset, but she tried to smile when she saw us.

"Ah my Dear Xavier you did bring miss Shane, I told you she would want to come." She smiled at me, it was always strange to hear her speak with such proper grammar and in a proper sort of tone

"Mother will you ever get used to American casualties." Ezra said rolling his eyes at her.

"Do not sass me!" She said slightly glaring at him but a hint of playfulness in her eyes like when Ezra teased me, I could clearly see the resemblance between the two.

Then her smile fell and she dropped her head into her hands covering her face.

I was confused by her actions, and every more so when Ezra started laughing beside me, I looked at him with surprise.

"Mother did you burn the cookies again?" He asked still laughing... again? I wondered.

"Please just laugh it up and get out o my hair." She hisses at him.

I started laughing a little too, she was shaking her head and wining.

"Well good news, Shane is a good baker. " I stopped laughing as soon as Ezra said that.

I hit his arm and glared at him.
I was not a good baker, hell I think the last time I baked cookies was in fifth grade and I only licked the bowl, probably didn't even make them.

"Splendid!" Paulines head snapped up so fast I'm surprised she didn't get whiplash.

"I'm not actually-" I started to tell her but she stood up and cut me off so fast I didn't know what happened, she wished herself away mentioning briefly the recipe was on the counter and the. Left.

I stood and glare aT Ezra."really?" I narrowed my eyes.

I looked amused" hey weather you bake or not it can't be as bad as my moms baking." He says.

"Don't you have like chefs or something though?" I ask raising an eyebrow and crossing arms,

"Yeah, that's what I do every year, because she always burns them then I 'take care of it' by getting the chefs to make them."

I smile now feeling relieved I wouldn't be judged on my non existent cookie baking skills.

A while  minuets later Ezra asked the chefs to make cookies and we now found ourselves drinking coffee on the couch in the massive living room with an even more massive Christmas tree in it.

We sat in silence side by side Ezra's arm slung over my shoulders, I liked it, just him and I, we hadn't met up with any of his brothers or Father yet, lucky for me.