Ezra & Lizzie

 

Ezra knew it had been a while since he'd been friends with Fiona. It was about time he accepted that those two (Matty and Fiona) were together.

"What is she to you, exactly?" Lizzie asked out of the blue while they were thrift shopping for furniture.

"I don't know," he said, shrugging, looking at her, that it was just odd that she would ask. 

"You don't know?' She chuckled. "I've seen the pictures. You had it bad for her, obviously."

"That was just-" He drew a blank. Maybe he'd had a loss of memory along the way this past year.

"Come on, " Lizzie acted serious at first, but then she burst into laughter. "She was your first."

"My what?" He winced as if he didn't like the sound of that. He wanted to concentrate on something they could put the flat screen on. 

"Your first love."

"Do you have one?" He looked at her blankly.

"It's not Cole," she smiled.

"Well, I'd hope not." Ezra sighed, wanting to get this task done. After all, they'd already invited Fiona and Matty over once. Matty thought that the place needed more art, but Fiona had suggested they needed a chest of drawers for the TV. Now he nursed his bottom lip, wondering why he'd ever listened to Fiona.

"Fiona is a great first love," she told him.

He glared back at her as if he liked what he heard, but he then said, "Would you please stop?"

"I didn't mean to hit a nerve." She told him that relationships are hard. She didn't speak of love. "Mistakes are easy to make. But you know in the end, being friends is the most important."

Lizzie left it at that. She pointed to something that might work. He gave it a look over. Of course, the bedroom set of drawers would need care. Most likely some paint. It would be a project they could fuss over for the next few weeks.