Frozen in Time

Chapter 18

The next day I called Emily and Spencer and told them about Noel. They weren't exactly surprised.

I wanted it to feel like a weight was lifted off my chest when I told them. That we found the culprit, but it just put fifty more pounds on my back. The culprit may have a face to match the description but he was still out there. Waiting for another weakness of ours to make him strike again.

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When I walked up to 3b I hoped that this would be a night to remember, and not because of something 'A' would do but because of Ezra and I. Hopefully.

Before I could knock Ezra opened the door. He was dressed in dress pants, a blue button up, and a black dotted tie.

"You look beautiful!" he said ushering me in.

"Thank you, you look handsome tonight."

A aroma of lasagna filled the air.

"Smells good!" I said.

"Glad you think so."

He had set a table with a white linen tablecloth, yellow daisy's in a glass vase, and two candles centered perfectly.

Ezra set out two white plates with a slice of lasagna and a piece of garlic bread on each. He pulled out two long necked glasses and poured champagne in each.

"Shall we?" He asked

I smiled as I sat down and placed my napkin in my lap.

"Thank you, for fulfilling your promise," he said as he scooted my chair in.

"Thank you, for fulfilling yours!"

"I wouldn't lie to you, no more lies,"

We each took a bite of our food and drank our champagne.

"This is amazing!" I said.

"You sound surprised," he chuckled.

"No, I just- I mean- wow," my tastebuds were begging for more after every bite.

"I use to cook when I was little, it became a hobby and I got better every time I made a dish."

"Any other hidden talents I should know about?"

He laughed and took a sip out of his glass.

"How's the champagne?" he asked.

"Fanominal! I didn't know something could taste this good!"

He laughed again, that's how the rest of dinner went. So enjoyable.

As we did the dishes we talked about everything. From Noel Kahn to politics.
Everything seems easier to talk about with him. Like I don't have to worry about making any mistakes, because there aren't any when I'm expressing my opinion to him.

When the dishes were done we sat on his bed and watched a film. Black and white, like always.

"What's with you and black and white movies?" he asked rubbing my shoulders.

"It's a whole different world," I said.

I looked into his eyes, and I got lost in them. Black and white may be another world, but this is the one I want to
live in.