When you were twelve, you had a friend named Ezra, Ezra had red hair that you loved but would never admit, you used to call him tampon top or redhead. You never let him know you liked his red hair, despite that, you guys stayed friends , until he had to move to California for his dads work

Its been four years since you last seen him, you were walking to school when someone yells your name,

“H-hey! Hey! It’s me!”

A boy with red hair was running towards you out of breath…