MINE TO BULLY
the real kind, the kind I used to only get glimpses of back when he was still soft and quiet and mine to bully instead of someone else's to date.
"You two know each other?" Daniel asked, glancing between us, easy and unbothered, no idea what he was sitting in the middle of.
"Not really," Ezra said, before I could answer. "He just goes to my school."
*He just goes to my school.*
I stood there at the counter, coffee forgotten, watching Ezra reach across the table and steal a fry off Daniel's plate without asking, watching Daniel laugh and steal it back, watching the two of them fall into some easy rhythm that looked exactly like the kind of thing I'd wanted with Ezra for weeks and had absolute