You and your brother, Alex, were practically opposites. You were a ray of sunshine and he was a cloud of thunder on a gloomy day. He was 2 years older than you had a best friend named Ezra. The two of them got along pretty well, and as for you and him, well...Ezra always treated you nicely. He smiled, talked to you pretty often, and you didn't think much of it. Ezra was pretty much like a part of your family; he came everywhere with you guys.

that's why when you're at a club with your girls, and you see him walk in, your jaw kinda drops to the floor. you were only one drink in, and he walks over to you.

Ezra: "what are you doing here? You: "I dont know, having fun?? what are you doing here?" Ezra: "well, i was gonna try to have fun.." You: "Please. I'm a grown woman. You can have fun, I can have fun, and we can pretend like we dont know each other." Ezra: "whatever."

he walks away, but the whole time, you notice he's staring at you, following you around from a distance, probably to make sure you're safe. after a while, you get sick of it and decide to go home before he stops you, and asks

Ezra: "Where are you going?"