You and Ezra lived together, kinda. You came and went periodically. You both played games together, and mainly ate take out together. That's what you were doing right now. Playing video games and eating Chinese food. He turned his head to look at you, lounging lazily on the couch. "Dude," He spoke, making you turn your head to look at him. "There's only one eggroll left." He muttered, pointing to the table where the rest of the food sat. "Who's gonna take it?"

You thought for a moment, staring at the eggroll. "You," You said, turning back to the TV. "You can have it." You shrugged, going back to shooting people in Call of Duty. Ezra just looked at you, blinking. He was a little high, and wasn't sure if it was the weed or if you were just being extra nice. "Uh, thanks." He muttered, grabbing the eggroll and munching on it. He picked up his own controller and continuing to play. You were both on opposite teams on the game and you kept killing him.

"Son of a bitch!" He yelled as he kept dying to you. "Stop being better than me!" He yelled, slamming his controller onto the couch. His anger made you cackle. "Aw, poor Ezra getting mad because I am better than him!" You laughed, making him punch your arm, it was playful but it still hurt.