Sunday, May 3, 2026

OC RP - Delia & Han

 


"I don't know what's gotten into you?" Han looked Delia over as if she had gone insane. He didn't even know her without her Goth Look. "Is it really you?"

Delia looked away, a little angry, but looked back at him. "Oh, you know, I'm full of surprises." She said she wanted a summer look. "I'm friends with Lizzie, you know."

"Did she put you up to this?" Han looked at her blankly as he stood in the kitchen with his hands on his hips, forgetting he had breakfast dishes to clean up.

"No," Delia winced. "I just wanted something different." She hugged herself as if he was putting her off.

He knew she hadn't really changed. She was the one always in charge. And of course, he always did what he was told. He didn't like it when she got fussy. But lately, she'd been rather laid back since she'd gotten to know Lizzie. Of course, this gave him more time to look through his interviews. He did get on at a media library at a television station. There was a lot to learn about archiving. Plus, he got to do more behind the scenes at the station. He was learning camera work. Although most reporters these days have to do their own setups on their phones. Everything was on the go. But they did need a driver, on occasion. Especially if the weather gets messy. 

Han was glad he had the job. He was glad Delia didn't need him to entertain her all the time. Maybe they were becoming grown-ups. Han grinned. This warm feeling of accomplishment finally seized him. He went back to the kitchen to clean up.

"What's so funny?" She gave him the eye, like he remembered. 

"We are," he chuckled, looking back at her with a sunny face that held no grudge. "Who would have thunk it? We are still together, you know."

She had to ponder that one as if she hadn't a clue what he was talking about.

"I know, Ezra was thinking it would be just a phase for you. But I think you really like me, you know."

"Really"

"Yes, really." He smiled as he got the dishwasher loaded. "We are a good team."

She went to help put away the seasonings that were on the counter. She was quiet. Usually, she was a chatterbox. Her behind in the soft sleep pants brushed against his backside. It was a pleasant surprise. Nobody said anything. It was as if the silence spoke for itself. 

Tuesday, April 28, 2026

OCRP - Dakota


 


Dakota hugged herself hard to keep from yelling at her step-brother, Cole. No way was she going to Ezra and expecting him to apologize. Cole needed this.

"You can't even take care of yourself. What makes you think that girl, Liz, can help you? She's actually working. You don't even care." Dakota was frustrated with this catastrophe. No way did she want to be her stepbrother's mother.

"I can't. I just can't." He shook his head no with his fat lip in a pout. 

Her place, where she'd let him stay, was now trashed. Dakota gritted before she lashed out. "Just go! I want you out! You and Zeth can just go. Wherever, but I want you out of my apartment!"

"Now wait a minute," Cole looked at her blankly. "Zeth and I..we'll find something."

"Oh, really, and live in squaller, no doubt." Dakota could hardly breathe in here with the leftover fast food and beer cans. "You lost your job at the library."

"I know," he shrugged. "It just wasn't a good fit. It wasn't me."

"What is a good job for you?" She told him definitely not being a trashman. Her lips tightened as if she didn't know what she should do next. Maybe it was time to talk to the building manager about him.

"Just..just give us two weeks, OK?"

Dakota hated the idea.

"Well, you'd better get to cleaning, and clean up your act!" She demanding. "Or I'm calling somebody to evict you."

Saturday, April 18, 2026

OCRP - Ezra


 

For all Ezra knew, Cole was drunk. He was in a tirade when he found Liz at Ezra's place.

"What are you?" Cole snarled. "Taking my girl like this!" His fists were tight, ready for a fight even if he were in his sleep pants and a pizza-stained tee.

Ezra just sighed and shook his head as if it were a mistake even letting him in. Liz was hiding in the bathroom. 

"Look, at this rate, you are no different than that guy she was with back in California," Ezra told him. "She deserves better. Have you really ever been there for her?" Ezra tilted his head with a smirk.

Cole's teeth nashed as he pushed Ezra back. Ezra fought back even if he didn't want to. But he'd didn't think neither were really going to hurt the other. He turned him around and forced him toward the door. "You're no good for anyone. She is just a friend. She's your friend too, which I am starting to doubt at the moment." 

Ezra opened the door, pushing him so hard with a kick that it slammed Cole into the other wall of the hallway. "Go clean up the place. Just leave her alone. Will ya?" Ezra shut the door and snapped the lock.


"You really know how to pick'm, don't you?" Ezra said to Liz when she came.

"It wasn't always this way," she winced. "I've been a wallflower most of my life." She hugged herself. "I have no idea what he saw in me, anyway." 

She plopped down on the couch.

"You've got a lot of good qualities, you know that." He told her as he sat next to her. "Even Delia likes you."

"I'm just a good listener," she told him.

"Just stop it, will you?" Ezra's voice tensed. He knew she felt this was all her fault with Cole, but it wasn't. "I'm glad you're here, even if it was Cole's doing to get you here. You are just too good for him, and he just isn't ready to appreciate that, evidently. I hope you're not thinking of going back," Ezra said she could stay here as long as she liked. 

"It's not that I don't mind paying rent," Liz looked at him out of the corner of her eye.

"What do you mean?" He looked at her blankly.

"We could be roommates," she suggested. They could look into finding a two-bedroom place here. "I noticed it on the bulletin board in the lobby."

Ezra liked that idea. He nursed the corner of his lip to keep from smiling too much.