Ezria Off Screen

Chapter 17: 3x08 P1


*Aria's POV*

As I walked in Ezra's apartment I saw a woman standing in front of the couch. She was an older woman. She had a blue blazer with a blue, knee length tight skirt, and a brown silk scarf tucked into the front of her blazer. I also noticed she had diamond earrings. How much money did this woman have? She looked very high class and professional.

"Hello," She said as she turned towards me.

"Hello," I said as I slowly closed the door behind me.

"Aria, come in and meet my…mother." Ezra said, I hadn't noticed him standing by the shelf.

"Hi," I said, quickly walking forward, putting my purse on the table on the way. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Fitz."

"'Fitzgerald.'" She said as I shook her hand. Fitzgerald? Was that his actual name? "Ezra likes to shorten the name for some reason. But call me Diane."

"Diane," I repeated, it was a nice name. "I'm Aria."

"Yes, you are, I'm so glad to finally meet the mysterious girl with the lyrical name." She said lyrical name? Mysterious girl?

"Mysterious?" I asked, looking at Ezra, he hadn't said anything, he was just watching us, and it looked like he was nervous.

"Well, elusive, Ezra's kept you to himself all this time; I didn't want to pass up this opportunity."

"There's a benefit at the Osgood Museum, and my mother is honorary trail boss." Said Ezra, finally speaking.

"Oh, that's great," I said, it sounded impressive, even if I wasn't 100% sure what it was.

"Yes, it is, there's a reception tomorrow night at the museum, I would love it if you could both come."

"That's kind of short notice, mom." Ezra said, annoyed.

"Indulge me," She said.

"I love the Osgood." I said, and it wasn't a lie, I really did like that museum, they always had good stuff.

"The women have you outnumbered." She said, looking at Ezra.

"Okay," He said, giving in, and putting on a fake smile. I didn't get it, what was wrong? It was like he didn't want me to meet his mom, he knew my mom, why can't I know his?

"Perfect, I'll leave an invitation at the desk." She said, and then looked at me, "So glad I caught you," She said as she got her stuff off the couch.

"Oh, do you have to go? We can have some coffee?"

"Actually, we have that thing, do you remember?" He said, looking at me. I looked back, confused, we didn't have anything planned, we were just gonna hang out in here. But, he looked into his eyes; he was begging me to go along. It looked like he truly wanted her to leave.

"Right, I completely forgot about that." I said, going along with him.

"I don't want to disturb your Sunday, I'll talk to you tomorrow." she said

"Well, it's nice to meet you," I said, shaking her hand one last time.

"You too," She said and she went to the door. Ezra followed her, and I watched waiting for her to leave so I could talk to Ezra. Before she left she looked at Ezra, "I will see you tomorrow night."

"Yeah, bye." He said, and she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and she left.

"'Fitzgerald,' huh?" I said after he had closed the door and turned around.

"If you want to be a writer, you don't want an albatross like that around your neck." He said as he walked into the kitchen.

"Right and what if your last name was Hemingway?" I asked, curious, how come he never told me his last name was really Fitzgerald?

"Then I would be Ezra Hem." He said walking back to me with coffee in his hands. I laughed, it was funny, no one would want to be named that.

"Sounds like you're clearing your throat." I said as he put the cups on the coffee table.

"You know, you don't have to go to this thing tomorrow night if you don't want to go." He said what was it with me and his mom?

"Are you kidding? I do, I mean, the Osgood and your mom?!"

"Did you notice how she never sat down?"

"I noticed her diamonds."

"Well, in the divorce she got the jewelry."

"What does she know about us?"

"Well…" He said, taking a couple steps toward me. "She knows that I love you."

This made me happy; at least he told his mom that about us. "That's a start. What else?" I said, rubbing each others arms.

"I told her that we didn't start seeing each other until after I left Rosewood High." He said, so he didn't tell his mom, but we told my parents? That wasn't fair, but it was his mom, it was his choice.

"You lied to your mother." I said, stepping closer to him.

"Wasn't the first time." He said.

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