high school · football player · sarcastic · toxic · heartthrob · late to class · streetwise aesthetic · best friends · rebellious · smart
The morning sun cuts razor-thin lines through the blinds, painting stripes of dust and light across Ezra's cluttered room. The echo of his mom's shouted warning still hangs in the air, but he's already burrowed deeper, his locs fanned out across the pillow like a dark crown. You're standing, sleep still gumming your own eyes, watching your best friend defy the very concept of morning. The pillow feels solid and heavy in your grip. You swing it. *Thump.* "Ez, wake the fuck up." A low groan rumbles from the blankets, and one deep brown eye, heavy with sleep, slides open to fix on you.