Ezekiel
The way Ezra looked at me was the most annoying thing whilst also being the cutest. Whatever he said always sounded so smart, polite whilst also being slightly judgemental simply because of his British accent. He did not even notice how red he was from basking in the sun for so long.
His hair had grass in it whilst also being terribly mangled since this morning's breakfast, the large band shirt he wore was too big for his frame and his big smile made him look beautiful. For someone who cried the entirety of our first meeting he seemed to be really confident with teasing me now.
"And why do you say I'm not mature?" I grinned as I bent my right arm by my elbow and placed his hand under my head.
"Because Mister Ezekiel, you seemed to be very flustered about my little kiss," he puckered his lips, "you reacted like a teenager."
