Ezra's P.O.V.
[ Bus Stop ]
I enjoy the cold weather. There's always a way in cold to feel warmth. Though in hot, it's much more difficult to rely on something to give you a bit of a breeze.
The little things about the cold interest me. Like the way the wind blows. I find wind to be so different from other 'weathers'. It's invisible yet there. So much similar to God.
My Grandfather went on and on about how real our Father is. He gave in so much energy in persuading my sister and I.
His words were somewhat similar to these: "The wind is a carbon-copy of our God. You can't see it, but you can feel it."
Along with that, my theory is that God is real. He just knows that this filthy world, is nowhere near ready to accept it and so he shall not show himself until then.
Think about it for a minute. Humans. The sinful and the pure. Most population is full of hate and... and nasty thoughts. Men don't believe that God is real, nor that the devil is. Imagine the thought of them finally discovering the lord, yet realizing that they will end up in flames anyway because of that sin they held in their life. They are not ready. We aren't ready. I don't think we will ever come to that 100 percent of people in clue of where they are headed.
My thoughts were interrupted by the small sounds of steps awakening my attention.
I turn to see a familiar face. The one I once have seen before, wandering along the worn out halls of our school.
She was 'divergent' I guess you could say. The way her black hair fell right beneath her dull eyes. The way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear every now and then. It was her habbit. She had a small mark on her wrist on the center of her vain you could see quite clearly based on how pale she was. It read: "America the 'brave'"
I wondered here and there what it meant. Not to me... but to her.
She walked beside a girl sho seemed a bit younger than she. Though she reminded me of the familiar girl, she didn't stand out as much. She seemed like the typical nice lad with of course caked makeup and too nice-fitting clothes. It bored me. To see such beautiful people in this place, disguised in the horrible things they wear.
"Can I help you?"
I woke from my gaze at the younger girl and looked back at the one speaking to me. She seemed confused.
"N-no. Is it abnormal to look at people?" I questioned.
"Don't be smart, now. It was just a question." The unknown girl rolled her eyes before fidgeting with her pocket and pulling out a pack of smokes.
"That hurts you, you know?"
She glared at me before tucking a strand of hair away from her face as usual.
"It's alright, pumpkin. I don't mind it."
I gulped, a bit of timidity while looking away and exhaling the cold breath of mine.
"What's your name?" I asked still facing away.
"Well if you care so much, Eden."
I nodded as a small smile curved onto my lips. That name brought me back to the bible. The Garden of Eden. It is indeed a beautiful name.
It made me wonder if maybe she and I shared the same beliefs as one another.
"Did your mother name you that after the Garden of Eden?"
Small giggles escaped her lips facing me to her.
"I hope not."
I nodded not wanting to seem judgmental if I asked why.
"Its a beautiful name." I whispered.
She simply smiled continuing her habbit I became aware of when our eyes first met.
Eden.
Eden's P.O.V.
[ still bus stop ]
The boy just stood there. So simply had he been. I had already assumed that he was one of the holy boys in the town church.
Violet stood near the bus stop sign engaged to her phone quickly making wanting to stab my eyes. She had her life and I had mine. The thing is, that her life consumes of skyping her boyfriends within every 2 minutes of the day.
It doesn't surprise me much, though. What can I say? My sister is quite the girl you might find making out with most guys in school. It is her first year out of middle school and she is not thirsty. She is hungry. It's disgusting but my mother raised her to be a slut. I don't blame her. You can't, really.
"Tell Luke-"
"Its Luca."
"I don't care. Tell 'Luca' that its time for your curfew so hang the hell up." I groaned.
She turned away before blowing a kiss to her phone and hanging up.
"Don't embarrass yourself in school. Highschool is much different, sugar. Now the minute people start picking on you for dating every graduate of 2014, don't come crying to me."
"Shut up. I won't embarrass myself. I already have Luke."
"First, shut doesn't necessarily go up. And second, I thought his name was Luca."
Her eyes slightly widened causing quiet chortles to escape my lips. My point exactly. Remembering your 2 week boyfriend name, she hadn't quite acomplished.
"Good job."
That voice surprised me. The boy, again. I smiled at his sudden sarcasm towards my sister I didn't mind.
"Whatever. The bus is near so just forget that."
"No. I don't think I can forget that." I chuckled.
She hit me almost too lightly causing my eyes to roll.
The bus arrived and the anonymous boy stepped in as Violet and I followed.
Not many people as I'd expect. Simply two boys along with 4 girls not including us. I gazed around observing the people. They all seemed pretty bitchy which wasn't much of a surprise but I just grinned. Highschool. The place folks call hell. I didn't mind it much but it was senior year for me. Something has to happen. But I can't rush. After all it's only the first day.
Violet sat next to some jock while the boy sat by himself in the back. I hadn't known anybody here but sitting next to him wouldn't hurt, right? He will most likely be a judgemental, pain in the ass like most holy boys but I rather sit beside him than some rude person I have never spoke a word to.
It came down to sitting next to the boy. I hadn't got his name making me wonder.
He sat peacefully looking down. His blue eyes caught my attention. They weren't the typical 'sky blue' or the typical 'ocean blue'. They were a pastel. They were full of such luster engaging me.
He seemed almost mute. Wouldn't budge. I decided to try and break the silence by asking the question that had been running my mind throughout the short ride.
"And your name is..."
He smiled before looking back at me. "Ezra. The name's Ezra."
Thank you so much if you are reading!1!1! I know this is a short chapter but I just wanted to dig in to how they met and the not-so-long-thoughts they had. So yes, Ezra is religious. But Eden is the opposite. This idea sounds familiar but my partner and I will try to create as much twist in it as possible. I love you all. Please vote, comment, like, follow. Anything that will spread a smile across our faces is great. Be prepared for EZREN because it is going to be a messed up love story right here.
~ME
