~Ezra
I pushed him against the wall then pushed my body against his, invading the space of the air around us. His lips met mine as my hands tangled in his hair. His full lips sucked mine into a dance more intense than life itself. My tongue tasted his and his tongue relished mine.
   I groaned as my consciousness came back.
   I had to go to school today. God, I hate Mondays. Seeing the teachers, seeing the lame people and doing unnecessary work is so exhausting. Luckily, I only had a few more months of high school and I could just focus on myself.
   Getting up from bed, I yawned. I grabbed a flannel from my closet and a pair of jeans from my drawers. I left my room and went to the bathroom to take a shower. While in the shower my mind traveled back to my last dream. It felt real, too real. Recently my emotions for Adam have gotten more apparent and yesterday's little show didn't help at all. Correction, yesterday's big show wasn't helping.. I could feel myself slowly getting hard as he stood there in front of me and now, just thinking about it.
   Not being able to control myself, my hand traveled to my twitching member. My mind was on Adam for each stroke. Every part of him that I favored. His lips. They were so thick and plump. His soft caramel skin. His curly brown hair. Finally, his long and thick...
   "Ezra!" The obnoxious voice of my brother brought me out of my spell. "Get out of the fucking shower. You have school today."
   I waited to hear his footsteps fade away until I exited the bathroom. Fully dressed, I entered my room. Making sure my bag had everything I needed, I grabbed my phone and shut my bedroom door after leaving.
   "The princess finally appears." My brother grumbled.
   "Beauty sleep is important, Adrienne." I looked at my brother and saw what he was wearing. He had on a collared shirt and...suit pants."You going somewhere?"
   He looked up from his bottle of red bull and glared at me. "Go to school."
    I grinned at him and walked past, putting my headphones in. I left the house and headed in the direction of the school. Currently it was about 6:30, I would get to school by 6:50.
   My phone dinged. I bet it's Adam.
I see you.
    I looked to my left, at Adam's street. My eyes landed on my best friend as he quickened his pace to catch up with me.
   "Good morning, buddy." He greeted.
   "Morning." I tried a smile so I wouldn't seem to down. Adam could always sense if I wasn't happy or myself. He looked at me and only returned the smile. Being the god friend he was, he didn't push.
   "Um, how's your brother?" He asked.
   "I honestly don't know. He was in formal attire today." I snorted.
"You're sure it wasn't just h an alien or something?"
"Could've been."
"Uh, Ezra?" He began. "Can I ask you a question besides this one?"
"Shoot."
"Why are we going to school?" He stopped walking. We were only a minute away from the hell.
"Because we have to?"
"Ezra, school is over. Remember I skipped the last day to go over to your house?" I honestly didn't remember a thing. "Its June 11th. School ended on June 7th.
"Mhmmm."
"Ezra do you seriously not remember?"
"Let's just go to my house, then. " I turned around. I could feel his eyes on me as he remained standing still. As I got farther I heard him sigh and start to follow me.
   Honestly, I didn't remember school ending. Though, I did miss a lot of days during the last two weeks.
I felt a gust of wind as Adam opened my front door. He left me behind as he ran upstairs. Shit. I quickly followed behind him but I was too late. My bedroom door slammed in my face. Damn it.
   "Adam, open the door!"
   I could hear him rustling through my belongings.
   "Don't fucking play with me, Daniel." He slammed a drawer shut. "I can't fucking believe this." I heard him say. I knew what he was looking for and I knew he was going to find it. He always does.
   The sound of drawers opening ceased. Replacing it, the sound of my bed springs started. He found it. My ears picked up his deep sigh and my head fell on the door.
   "Adam, please don't overreact."
   "Don't overreact?" He scoffed. "Shit, I don't even know how to react."
   "Please open the door, Adam. "
   "Why? So you can give me some bullshit excuse for why you're shooting up? These past few weeks I didn't know whether I should hug you or kick you."
   I heard him pacing.
   "My best friend is in mourning and I don't know how to help him. He's constantly sad, and every smile is a fake one. And I understand that, I really do. Still, I thought I was being a shitty friend for not being able to cheer you up. Now, I see that doesn't really matter. You're too busy fucking your head up with drugs to even care."
   "Adam, please."
   "I get it. Honestly I do. I thought I was losing my best friend to depression but I'm losing him to a needle. You weren't ignoring me, you were avoiding me. You knew that I would find out about this."
   "I swear, I'll stop. Please, just open the door."
   The door unlocked and the door flew open. Adam threw the bag at my chest. The tears on his cheeks were noticed.
   "I'm sorry." I stepped closer to him. "I promise that I'll stop."
   "Your memory isn't going to be the only thing you lose if you keep fucking with this." He brushed passed me and stomped downstairs. I followed the sound of his footsteps until they left my home.
   My head fell and my eyes locked to the bag on the floor. As if Adam had sent me a message from afar, my left arm pounded where the points of entry resided.