Chapter thirty-nine
Novah
"No, that's not how you put sheets on," I giggle.
Ezra is putting the sheets on all wrong and it's cracking me up.
"Why do I even have to have these on?" Ezra asks and plops down on the floor.
I continuing laughing as I stretch the sheet over all four corners of the bed.
"That's just what you're supposed to do,"
"Well, thank God I have you to show me how to put the sheets on," Ezra says sincerely.
"I know right. You would've been sleeping on this nasty mattress. Imagine what girls would think?"
He laughs. "What girls? I haven't really met any yet. I mean, besides you,"
"Well......I think it's absurd that you don't know how to put sheets on after eighteen plus years of living,"
Ezra bends down and picks up a box filled with clothes.
"Yeah, well quit making fun of me," he says, smiling.
"It's okay, though. Now you know how to put them on,"
He sits on the edge of the bed and eyes me playfully.
He starts unpacking the box filled with clothes and a multitude of black leather jackets.
I sit next to him on the bed and start folding his clothes.
"Why do you have so many leather jackets?"
"I like leather. I think it makes me look cool,"
I throw my head back and laugh. "Try one on, then,"246Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkSn7BF79dX
He stands up, holding the jacket and slips both arms in. He pulls the jacket on securely. He makes his thumb and pointer finger into a V shape and places them under his chin, in some sort of smoldering look. I roll over on the bed, clutching my stomach as I roar in laughter.246Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgwHqEKWrGE
"You look handsome," I say while laughing. I wipe a tear from the corner of my eye.
And he really does.
Black really looks good on him. As well as every tall, handsome guy. Matt.....
He fits that tall, dark, and handsome look very well.
Especially with the scar running down the right side of his face.
His dark hair and blue eyes. They contrast in a wonderous way.
He is handsome. Not more than my Matt, though.
He sits back down on the bed next to me.
"Okay, I'm done letting you laugh at me," he jokes.
"If you don't mind me asking, where'd you get that scar from?"
The tension thickens and his face loses his usual goofiness.
"It was a long time ago," he says after a few beats, "It.....it changed me, what happened,"
"Oh,"
"What about you? I don't know much about you except that Matt has a pretty tight grip on ya," Ezra adds, the humor reappearing on his face.
"Yeah, well, he's...." I trail off while trying to find an adjective to describe him. The way he loves.
"I can see that he cares for you, as much as I see you the differences in personality,"
"He does," I think of him and find myself missing him. "And I love him......a lot,"
"I would like to find that one day, for myself,"
I look back up at Ezra's icy eyes. "And you will," I say and place my hand on his shoulder.
"I hope," he replies, looking into my eyes.
A few beat pass. I stand up and walk around the tiny room, searching for hangers to hang his clothing up.
"You have beautiful eyes, you know,"
"I guess, beauty is in the eye of the beholder,"
"What'd you think of Skylar? Maybe I could set something up," I turn around and wink at him, also laughing of course. There seems to be never-ending laughter around Ezra very much unlike the air of mysteriousness and secrecy surrounding Matt. He's dark.....always a bit too serious and morbid.
"Ha ha ha, very funny. And I thought she was......nice. Maybe a bit too.....forthcoming,"
"Forthcoming?"
He smiles, a humorous glimmer in his eyes.
I sigh and smack my forehead with my hand.
"Skylar is a very loving person, though. She just gets very....sort of.....aggresive at times,"
"Oh really? How?"
"Well, my boyfriend and her are always going at each other and I don't enjoy being in the middle of it. It gets annoying, them being at each other's throats.246Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡho7KdnQsN2
"Yeah, I see how that could get irritating. Speaking of Matt, where is the man?"
"He had to run an errand. He should be coming back, I don't know when, though. We're going to the beach later with a friend. You should come. So you two can catch up,"
"I actually have some more unpacking to do, as you can see,"
"Oh come on, Ezzie. It'll be fun,"
"Ezzie? Never call me that again," he says while shaking his head. His black hair falls in his face and I have the urge to push it back for him. He does it instead.246Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ33DCzrr5In
"Ezzie, Ez Ez...." I continue saying, a sing-songy voice.
A few loud raps on the door interrupt my banter.
"Do you want me to get that?" I ask.
Ezra walks over to the door, unlocks it and opens it.
Of course, Matt. His piercing green eyes could cut stone, the way he's looking around at us.
He walks straight past Ezra, into the room.
Matt's eyes are narrowed and his face is stone-cold but somehow piping hot.
If looks could kill I would be dead.
I squirm around on the edge of the bed, playing with my fingers.
Why do I feel like I've done something wrong?
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