He would if he could, but alas, they both had penises. But, Colby didn't have the option of having an accidental pregnancy because Ezra forgot to wrap it before he tapped it. It was more than she had done to get Colby's dad to marry her. ![]() He'd called her a few days ago and ran her through his plan. ![]() It was the perfect opportunity to propose! It was like someone else had already planned it or something. All of a sudden Ezra wanted to take him and his family out for some fancy schmancy dinner. ![]() He liked it, thus he should put a ring on it he was pretty sure that was a bible quote or something. "How long do you think is long enough?" Ezra stroked Colby's fingers with his spare hand. "Two years and they're already getting married? That doesn't seem like long enough." Two years was no time at all, in his opinion. "I guess." He didn't actually know who the celebrities were. "They make a nice couple, don't they?" Ezra gestured to the celebrity couple whose engagement announcement had made the headlines.Ĭolby rested his head on Ezra's shoulder, enjoying the feeling of Ezra's arm draped over him. He'd been sitting watching his brand new TV with Ezra when: He'd been struck by genius earlier this week. A very conniving clever cunning plan.īy the end of this dinner, Ezra would be his forever. He wondered whether Ezra had ever noticed that Steven's nose bridge was crooked.Why did Colby want to look nice for tonight, his sweet simple-minded Ezra had asked him. Steven thought he could almost still feel the lingering sting on his face. "He may have." He did a lot more than that. Did Steven look like such a tragic figure? His expression so torn between interest and a looming dread. "Did he hit you?" Ezra leaned forward in his chair. "I won't go into any unfortunate details, but if you can imagine your grandpa's temper and then multiply that by a thousand, maybe even more than that." he really didn't want Ezra to hate him the way Steven hated his own dad. Steven hated most of his family and the feeling was mutual, but he still put up with him. Ezra or his dignity? Wasn't that the question. Consequence of talking too much about himself. "I don't have to like him just because he's family." Her nails had been painted red and she had grasped the door frame as she watched. It was the small details he could record, details that meant nothing at all. Maybe she had been waiting for a reason to get rid of him. What expression did she make? She was probably horrified or maybe she wasn't. "Your grandpa caught us, but your grandma was lingering at the door." Did he see her? He couldn't remember precisely. Afterwards when Steven was nearly sick at the idea of a snail touching his lips, crouched over the sink washing his face over and over, all Ezra kept asking him was: ' Do you hate snails, daddy? Why do you hate them? Would you hate me if I was a snail? Can I eat one? If Ezra was willing to put snails on his own dads lips, why wouldn't he be curious enough to ask about other things. What a shock he'd given Steven when he'd taken a nap in his office, only to wake up to Ezra placing a snail he'd found in the backyard on his lips. Always grabbing whatever he could get his hands on and trying to put it in his mouth or somebody else's. Which was ridiculous, but for that night it didn't feel quite so ridiculous. It really felt that there could be a future for us. I cooked dinner for him and we talked all evening. He snuck round to my house after the sun had set and my neighbours were less likely to see him. We would finally be able to stay the night with each other. My mom was staying with her sister and my dad was on a business trip. "It was stupid," said Steven, "I had a free house for the weekend. He always thought it was funny that humans tried to find familiar shapes in anything. Two spikes for ears, wobbly lines that could be eyes and a dot with two lines coming out for a mouth. There was nothing else to look at when he was thrown onto it. His childhood house had hard wooden floors and he somehow had the distinct memory that the darker lines within the wood almost looked like a cat. There wasn't really a way that he couldn't have. He didn't remember seeing the walls on that day, though, he probably did. It'd always been a slight source of embarrassment even though there are much worse colours than light blue. It happened in his childhood bathroom, the walls were a light blue colour that he'd picked out when he was eight and his parents wouldn't let him change the colour after that. ![]() It was hard to picture where he had been where it happened. Steven tried to concentrate to get the memory back.
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