01-22-2019, 06:08 AM
[size=7pt] Sometimes Ezra missed living in the better part of town. At least there, waking in the morning could be greeted with the sounds of birds and distant lawnmowers. Now, as he sat up in his bed groggily, there were no birds and certainly not a lawnmower. He listened to his morning melody of traffic honks and the gentle buzz from the window unit with an ounce of disdain. If there was one thing he disliked about his living arrangement, it was that.
Ezra groaned and tossed the sheets off of his stiff body. Last night he'd stayed up gaming until three and was a bit surprised and impressed he was still able to get up so early. Just as he was about to head into the kitchen for breakfast, his phone began to ring. Digging through the tangle of sheets, he pulled it out and held it to his ear in irritation.
"What?"
"Ezzy! Man you're not gonna believe it. Delta Gamma is holding a major party tonight. Everyone's coming, and so are you."
"Jeez, Damian, I don't know. I've got a lot of shit to do."
"Like what? Getting fucked up on those pills again? I got three words for that: wet t-shirt contest. C'mon man please?"
Ezra looked at the phone in his hands with a hollow expression. Those had been his exact plans, but it seemed a little bit less depressing in his head. A sigh of defeat escape him. It sounded a bit fun, he had to admit.
"Alright I'm game. I'll meet you there at six."
"Don't be late!"
Click.
That was how most conversations went with his friends now. Especially Damian. Nearly every damn night it was always some other party, promising to top the rest before. It was monotonous, to say the least.
Reaching over to pull open his bed side drawer, Ez took a moment to admire his collection of bright orange bottles. They were his coffee in the morning and warm milk at night. His reason for living. Reaching over, he blindly grabbed one and tipped the contents into his hand. He swallowed two dry and shut the drawer roughly.
Just another day in paradise
His mind spat bitterly as he began to numb on the inside.
~~~
That night, Ezra pulled up to the bass booming frat house in his shiny black mustang. People were swarming across the lawn, red solo cups in hand as they chattered amongst themselves. He ran a hand through his frizzy curls nervously before parking and making his way inside.
Almost as soon as he walked through the door frame, Damian practically ran up to greet him. "Ezzy! There's the man of the hour! Thought you wouldn't show up for a second there." An arm locked around his shoulders as he was guided back into the kitchen.
"Well I heard wet t-shirt contest, didn't I? Of course I came." He remarked cockily as he followed him in.
"Knew you couldn't stay away!"
Ezra hung out with his buddies for awhile, drinking and occasionally trying to talk up a few of the girls. Even at a college he had no interest in attending, he was pretty well known. Especially for funding most of the drink runs that had ever been made on campus. It was probably the only reason he was even here.
When some time had passed, and he'd become pleasantly mellowed, Ezra broke away from his group to go hang out on the couch and hopefully catch a few minutes of the game. Football wasn't something that interested him at the best of times, but today he was feeling a bit sporty.
Settling in to the leather sofa, his eyes locked on the television with some interest. Hey, they weren't sucking so bad this time around.
Ezra groaned and tossed the sheets off of his stiff body. Last night he'd stayed up gaming until three and was a bit surprised and impressed he was still able to get up so early. Just as he was about to head into the kitchen for breakfast, his phone began to ring. Digging through the tangle of sheets, he pulled it out and held it to his ear in irritation.
"What?"
"Ezzy! Man you're not gonna believe it. Delta Gamma is holding a major party tonight. Everyone's coming, and so are you."
"Jeez, Damian, I don't know. I've got a lot of shit to do."
"Like what? Getting fucked up on those pills again? I got three words for that: wet t-shirt contest. C'mon man please?"
Ezra looked at the phone in his hands with a hollow expression. Those had been his exact plans, but it seemed a little bit less depressing in his head. A sigh of defeat escape him. It sounded a bit fun, he had to admit.
"Alright I'm game. I'll meet you there at six."
"Don't be late!"
Click.
That was how most conversations went with his friends now. Especially Damian. Nearly every damn night it was always some other party, promising to top the rest before. It was monotonous, to say the least.
Reaching over to pull open his bed side drawer, Ez took a moment to admire his collection of bright orange bottles. They were his coffee in the morning and warm milk at night. His reason for living. Reaching over, he blindly grabbed one and tipped the contents into his hand. He swallowed two dry and shut the drawer roughly.
Just another day in paradise
His mind spat bitterly as he began to numb on the inside.
~~~
That night, Ezra pulled up to the bass booming frat house in his shiny black mustang. People were swarming across the lawn, red solo cups in hand as they chattered amongst themselves. He ran a hand through his frizzy curls nervously before parking and making his way inside.
Almost as soon as he walked through the door frame, Damian practically ran up to greet him. "Ezzy! There's the man of the hour! Thought you wouldn't show up for a second there." An arm locked around his shoulders as he was guided back into the kitchen.
"Well I heard wet t-shirt contest, didn't I? Of course I came." He remarked cockily as he followed him in.
"Knew you couldn't stay away!"
Ezra hung out with his buddies for awhile, drinking and occasionally trying to talk up a few of the girls. Even at a college he had no interest in attending, he was pretty well known. Especially for funding most of the drink runs that had ever been made on campus. It was probably the only reason he was even here.
When some time had passed, and he'd become pleasantly mellowed, Ezra broke away from his group to go hang out on the couch and hopefully catch a few minutes of the game. Football wasn't something that interested him at the best of times, but today he was feeling a bit sporty.
Settling in to the leather sofa, his eyes locked on the television with some interest. Hey, they weren't sucking so bad this time around.