So I just saw the movie Ruby Sparks which was amazing and thought I would apply the storyline to Ezra and Aria. This is told from Ezra's POV which is a first for me! So Enjoy and Review!
I was an author. I had a best selling book, Catching Up, and was on my way to a book-signing event. I had written that book almost ten yours ago when I was getting by as a teacher in Rosewood. I wrote by night and taught by day. And then I sold the novel and now it's being read in schools. But now I was stuck. I had no inspiration. Nothing to write about. I sit in the car on the way to the signing, which I absolutely despised.
I slid out of the car to the back door. I slipped in past the people and met up with my agent.
"Roberts, I'm here." My agent barely looks up from his phone. I get myself a drink and sit down in the chair to get my face retouched before I got out on stage. I watch the people stream in. There are men and their girlfriends, the mothers dragging their husbands and the young girls with their friends who probably are only there because I'm attractive. My brother Wes walks in and sits down next to me, his wife next to him. They were always there to support me at events like this. They knew it made me nervous.
"Ezra, you ready?" I nod and get up to walk with Whig, the other author who is hosting this event. We used to be good buddies when my book first came out, but now that some of the fame has worn away he has found better newer more famous buddies to hang out with. So naturally when I got his call for the 10th anniversary celebration of my book I was confused, but went with it since I honestly didn't have anything else to do.
"Welcome everybody to the stage, the best selling author of the critically acclaimed novel Catching Up, Ezra Fitz." I walk out onto the stage to the sounds of cheers.
"So how did you come to write this novel about the upper elite society?" I squirm in my chair. I had always avoided questions about how the novel came to be since I didn't want to expose my family's history to the public, but this time I caved.
"I actually drew on my family and the society I grew up in."
"So you had a pretty elite childhood?"
"My family has a lot of money, but I never relied on it so when I came to start working on this book I realized it was the only thing I really knew like the back of my hand. So I went to my typewriter and just started drafting any idea and it turned into Catching Up."
"You use a typewriter? You know they have things called computers that people use to write things on." The crowd chuckles.
"I prefer the typewriter. I love to hear the clacking sounds the keys make and it just makes me feel like I'm writing a better tale." The rest of the event goes by fast. Roberts moves me to the table to sign books. My wrist gets sore quickly since I'm not used to signing my name a million times.
The night finally comes to an end as the store closes and the people filter out. I sign my name one last time and go to talk to Roberts.
"Listen Fitz. It's been ten years since you're last book and I know you've put out some short stories, but the company needs more. We need another Catching Up." I nod. I knew I needed to write another book. But I just couldn't write anything. There was nothing in my life. I had my ex-girlfriend Liz, but I was more bitter than forgiving about that relationship. I couldn't write about the upper society since I wrote it all in Catching Up. I needed inspiration. I needed something.
"I'll get on it Roberts. I just need more time."
"I can get you about a year, but after that they will drop you." I sigh and take a swig of my drink I had at the beginning of the night.
"Ezra, we've got to get back to the child. We'll see you this weekend."
"No don't. Go see mom and Eric. I'll be fine. I actually need to write." Wes and his wife leave me and I go back out to the car that's waiting for me. As soon as I get home I take off the shoes that were binding my feet and change out of the suit. I throw sweats on and grab a beer and sit down at the typewriter.
You can do this Ezra. You can knock something out and start writing. Just type something. I put my fingers down and feel the cold letters on my fingers, but nothing comes to mind. I sit down on the couch and turn the TV on. My eyes start drooping and eventually I fall asleep on the couch.
I'm walking my dog, J.D., for the author J.D. Salinger. He was an unusual dog. He was more of a cat than a dog. The only dog-like tendency he had was going outside for a walk other than that he was rather secluded like he author he was named for. I sat down and pulled out my book that I was reading for a friend before he sent it to the editors'. I was getting into the book when a girl came along and sat down to pet J.D.
"Hello." I look up and am blinded by her looks. Her long brown hair cascades down her back and she's wearing a black and white checkered romper and white tights with black heels. Her face is like the face of an angel. I forget for a second that she had spoken until she looks at me like I'm crazy.
"Sorry. Hi."
"Do you mind?" She gestures to the camera around her neck. I realize she wants to take a picture of J.D. sleeping in the sun.
"No." She snaps a few pictures and I return to my book, but I'm unable to focus.
"What's his name?"
"J.D." She looks at me smiling. "For the author J.D. Salinger. Author of Catcher in the Rye." She keeps smiling, but she seems confused.
"Never read it."
"You've never read it?" I put the book I was reading down.
"I don't read much. I prefer to go outside and take pictures and live." She was refreshing.
"But it's a classic." She shrugs and goes back to snapping pictures of J.D.
"Thanks for letting me take pictures of him. I've got to get going." She jumps up and walks off before I realize what's happening.
I jerk awake. Aria. She seemed so real. I feel like she was actually here with me. I get up and grab some cereal to eat for breakfast. I had another event tonight. I sit down on the couch.
"Yo Ezra you need to get ready." Wes walks in and taps my shoulder.
"I thought you were visiting mom this weekend."
"Nah. Val didn't want to. She thought you would need the company."
"Wes, I had this amazing dream. About this girl."
"A girl? You're dreaming up girls when you could get any girl you want out there."
"I want a girl who loves me for who I am not for what I wrote." Wes shrugs. We didn't always understand each other.
"Well in the mean time you should go out and meet other girls until you meet the one."
"She was just amazing. Intelligent, funny and beautiful. And she didn't know who I was."
"Dude you need to get ready for the event. And I suggest you meet a girl there and just get out. When was the last time you had a date?"
"I don't know. I haven't gotten out much since Liz left."
"That was almost three years ago." I get up and go get ready for the event. I put on a suit and the tight shoes I had worn yesterday and go outside to drive over. Wes was long gone since I had taken a while to get ready. I pull into the event area. I go in the back way and meet with Roberts and also Whig. People stream in and fill the empty hall. It was a party celebrating Whig's new radio show and a bunch of other new authors were there, but I kept mostly to myself. I pass through the crowds of people to get food when this girl comes up to me.
"Hi..." She had bright red hair, but other than that she was pretty much your basic girl.
"Hi."
"I loved Catching Up. It was one of my favorite books that I read in high school." I nod. She must be a college student.
"I'm a college student now and I always recommend the book to all my friends."
"That's nice. I'm glad you liked it." She smiles and hands me a notecard.
"Call me...Anytime." I take the card and smile while trying to get away. Normally I would just throw these cards away, but I tucked it into my wallet and went to find Whig.
"Hey Whig, I'm going to leave now. I don't feel good."
"Already! The party's only just beginning."
"I just don't feel well. I'll see you later." I leave the party and drive home. I lie down on the couch and try to remember Aria. I could remember only parts of her. I slowly drifted off to sleep.
I was running which is something I rarely do. And then I saw her. She was biking and when she spotted me she stopped and ran over and hugged me and then we shared the most beautiful kiss I had ever felt. Her body was so warm and friendly. I pulled her close as she hugged me. And then we walked off into the distance together. She was perfect.
I jerked up and realize that I knew what I was going to write now. I went over to my typewriter and started.
Aria. She was perfection. She was the love of my life. And this is for her.
Aria Montgomery wasn't like ordinary people. She saw things differently. She was born and raised in Rosewood to her parents Ella and Bryon. She had few close friends. In fact, she had only four friends in the whole town; Spencer, Emily and Hanna. But that didn't mean she wasn't friendly. It meant she was picky. She knew what she wanted and she never let anything get in her way. She had just gotten home from a trip to Iceland when she went to a bar. The local bar in Rosewood was empty and dank and she ordered a cheeseburger. And that's where our story started.
So there is chapter 1. Hope you enjoyed it and review!