Young Adult

Chapter fifty two - People grow up

"Hello" Ezra crawled into bed with me that night, I turned over to face him, "hi" I smiled at him as he gave me a quick kiss before changing.

Ezra climbed back into bed after and held me in his arms, "I met your mom again today." I looked at his eyes to see his actual emotion, "really? What did you talk about." He mumbled, seeming un-phased, "she wanted to see if you were fine after your meeting and she told me about how she abandoned you."

Ezra seemed sad recalling that moment, so I stroked his back to console him, "you know for a month of living in that apartment alone I always thought that I would just wake up at home, or she'd come and get me. But I decided to leave her alone so that she could move on from her past and be happy with her new husband." He muttered.

I smiled at him, "you can't let me go, even if you think that it's the right thing to do, you should keep holding onto me. If you don't I will think that you never loved me." Ezra smiled back at me and kissed my forehead.

"Of course, but if something happens like I die one day you should accept it and move on, it wouldn't be like you to be sad for too long." I gave him a weird look, "are you dying? Why are you talking like this all of a sudden?" Ezra flashed me a solemn smile.

"No reason, I was just thinking about it incase something happens to me like what happened to my dad. You would get over a loved one dying after awhile wouldn't you?" He seemed to seriously ask me.

I shrugged, "I've never thought about it before, it depends how much I liked the person I guess. But to answer your question, I think that I could pull off being a rich widow well." He smirked at me.

"If you're going to ask a ridiculous question you'll get a ridiculous answer." I added, he nodded his head to surrender the conversation.

"Ah, right it's your birthday on Thursday. Is there anything you want to do?" He asked me. I looked up at the ceiling, I'm going to be twenty five? Shouldn't I be nineteen this year? I guess I shouldn't say that after making a big deal out of deciding to accept my age.

I turned back to look over at Ezra, "no not really, for my last birthday that I can remember I celebrated at the Metropolitan with my parents. That probably won't be possible this year, and to be honest it was quite boring. So I just want to spend this year with my new family and close friends." Ezra nodded.

We both fell asleep afterwards, but I was woken up early the next morning to a violent urge to throw up.

"Are you okay?" Ezra woke up to the noise I was making from our en suite, I weakly nodded. "I've been eating a lot of fish recently that hasn't been prepped by a world class chef, I must've got food poisoning." Ezra stroked my back to help me continue being sick then helped me back into bed.

"You were burnt out last week and now you have food poisoning, maybe this is you getting rid of all your bad luck before you're twenty five." I glared at him, "how did you become a successful businessman believing superstitions like that." Ezra decided to leave before I snapped at him again.

"Are you sure that you don't want to go to the hospital?" He asked me a couple hours later as I was still stuck to the toilet, I shook my head. "I got food poisoning a while ago from this time I tried street meat, and a doctor told me that it should go within a week and isn't serious."

Ezra knelt down and hugged me once more, "okay, just make sure that you're taking care of yourself." I vomited once more as he sat down, "Ezra do you mind doing me a favor?" He nodded quickly.

"Do you mind getting rid of your aftershave? It's really pungent." He got up and rinsed off his face, throwing away his cologne aswell as the aftershave.

"Do you need anything else?" He frantically asked, I shook my head before throwing up once more.

"You're not going to work today!" He urged as I tried to get out of bed on Monday, "you've been sick for all weekend, you still look pale today. So I'm saying no, as your employer and husband." I awkwardly smiled at him. "I'm fine! This is the last week of Lyn's project, I want to help, and besides it's only food poisoning, it's not like I can infect anyone."

Ezra lightly pushed me back into the bed, "no you're not going in until you feel better, Mrs Jackson can look after you and if you try to sneak into work today I will sent you straight to a hospital. Lyn has already sent me the final draft of the book, I know that you're passionate about work but you don't need to push yourself, you have finished your work for this project and you can celebrate with the team after you get better."

I sulked as I went back into a feral position, besides the nausea and vomiting I feel fine, but I decided not to fight with him as I have no energy left from being sick last night.

"Hello?" I mumbled as I answered my phone sometime after lunch, "hello Addy?" Charlotte called me for the first time since we met, we've been texting each-other occasionally but never talked.

"Are you free now?" She asked me, I thought about it - I am and I'm bored out of my mind, it's easy to slip past Mrs Jackson and Ezra won't ever have to know. The pros outweighed the cons and I agreed to meet her at a cafe in Calabasas in an hour.

"Are you okay Addy? You look sick." Charlotte asked, I shook my head as I wheezed sitting down, "I caught food poisoning, I've been sick a couple times but it's not contagious. Besides it's nice seeing you again, I wanted to go out and get some fresh air." Charlotte chuckled.

"Do you remember when you ate that street meat James gave you? You practically murdered him afterwards." The atmosphere between us became awkward after she said that, I didn't know how to respond and Charlotte instantly regretted what she said.

"Sorry, I probably shouldn't mention James, that's bad of me." I let it go as she genuinely looked upset, "I'm still sorry about how I treated you back then, you were the only person that looked out for me and I hurt you the most."

I sympathetically smiled back at her, "don't worry about it anymore, we were only teenagers back then, of course we didn't know how to control our emotions then." Charlotte nodded, thanking me for my words.

"I've only just realised after meeting you again that I should grow up, I wanted to meet you again as I've decided to go to college at Columbia. I've already missed a semester but I really want to study filmography, I want to stop relying on others now to provide for me."

I smiled and supported her decision, I guess when she said that we had both grown up at that party she wasn't lying. Charlotte is finally deciding on her future by herself, and I was running away from my husband to meet her.