OC RP - Ezra

 Suddenly, it hit Ezra how alone he was. Just like his grandmother. Why had they left her alone like that?

He remembered the arguments. It seemed no one in the family could make any decisions. No one really wanted to take on the responsibility until they had to. He looked at the smashed bathroom. Was that what his family thought of him, as well?

"Why so glum?" Han was still here.

"Don't you ever go home?"

Ezra squinted miserably. He felt so alone, and yet there was his friend Han always hanging around.

"I like it here?" He smiled as if maybe it was Ezra visiting, not the other way around. "Look, you're gonna get it fixed. Nav knows stuff."

Ezra nodded and faked a smile. "Go home." Ezra brushed him off with a scat. "NOW."

"OK." 

Han shrank back and got his stuff to go. Of course, he told him he'd be back tomorrow. "I hope you'll be in a better mood."

"Why should I?" 

Ezra gave his friend the evil eye. Didn't Han know, nothing was going his way? Especially, wth Fiona? Finally, when he was alone, he fell into his little bed. It was muggy. He sat up and clicked on the fan. No way was he going to let Han in on how he lived.

He jerked off his shirt and waited to cool down. He had to stop thinking about Fiona, but she went off with Dakota. What was that about?

He closed his eyes, and did his best to breathe in and out and to meditate. And hoped he didn't have to go to the building where the bathrooms and showers were.  He yawned restlessly. Yeah, maybe he'd drop off any second. 

He got a ding on his phone. He reached for his phone, which was next to him. He took a look. "Who in the hell is this?" He rose up on his elbows. Finally, he realized it was a text from Dakota.

He scowled. He didn't remember giving her his number.