Hello! Well here it is, the moment you've all been waiting for. Okay so maybe not all of you, but I've sure been waiting for it. This story is loosely based on (500) Days of Summer. And when I say loosely I mean loosely.

I'd like to give a huge thanks to Miss Raspberry. This story wouldn't be where it is without her, she edited, she wrote some parts, and she did all the hard work. All I did was write it. : )

So without further ado, I present you with the first Chapter of (500) Days of Aria. I hope you all love it as much as I do.

(500) DAYS OF ARIA

This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story. In fact, this is a story about two people who didn't think they would ever find love. The boy, Ezra Fitz, didn't think he would ever be happy until he found 'the one'. He once believed he had found love, until she ripped his heart from his chest. Now, he didn't know what to believe. The girl, Aria Montgomery, never fully understood the meaning of love. Infidelity had ruined her parents' marriage when she was younger and she has since developed a proclivity that all love was meant to die.

Ezra wasn't the football star, or the homecoming king, or even in the slightest way visible to 'those people'. Ezra Fitz was born August 4, 1987. He was an English nerd…enthusiast. He loved Shakespeare and Poe, enjoyed watching old movies, and appreciated art. He would rather sit at home and lose himself in a book than spend his time with shallow, dim-witted people. Even in high school, he would have rather auditioned for the school play than try out for the football team. Ezra was his own person with too much knowledge for his own good, and when he got to college he decided that he wanted to spend his life sharing that knowledge. So, as you might have guessed, Ezra pursued the education route and got his Teaching Degree with a focus in English Literature. As you might not have guessed, it didn't get him very far, as he now works as an accountant in hustle and bustle of New York City.

Aria Montgomery wasn't necessarily an outcast, but she wasn't the most popular girl in school either. She was born January 5, 1989. She was a free spirited girl. She went through phases: preppy Aria, gothic Aria, modern Aria, artsy Aria… but she finally found who she was when her father relocated her and her family to Iceland. After their three-year stay in Iceland, they moved back to their hometown, Rosewood, Pennsylvania, the summer before Aria's freshman year of high school. She graduated as valedictorian and headed back to Iceland for college, where she majored in English Literature. But, after college, she realized she couldn't live in Iceland forever, and that's when she packed up and moved to New York City to peruse her writing career.

Now their story is different. Their love isn't risky. It is simple, and sweet, and would bring new surprises every day.

Day 500

"I do," he vowed.

"I do," she whispered back, as a tear slid down her face.

Day 1

He gulped down his second scotch and turned again to look at the door of the small, empty pub. He was still contemplating whether or not he should leave and drown his sorrows with liquor back in his apartment. He probably looked pathetic to everyone who saw him sitting by himself, anyway. Where else would he find a dark place in the middle of the day where he could sit alone and drink? Especially on a Sunday.

"I'll take another," he said decisively, turning back to the bartender, who looked him up and down, nodded, and poured him another scotch

He pulled his book and a quarter out of his bag and strolled over to the jukebox in the corner. "No, no, no, no…" he mumbled, flipping through the songbook. "Ah…B-26," he said, finding a selection he liked. The speakers began to hum as they started to play his song. He walked back to his stool at the bar and stared to read his book.

After about four songs the door jingled open. He didn't bother to look, and he continued reading.

"Can I get a cheeseburger please?" said a girl's voice.

"You got it," replied the bartender.

He glanced over; she was sitting one chair down, staring blankly at the bulletin board on the back wall.

"You alright down there?" he asked her as he took another sip of his drink. She turned to see who was talking to her.

"I'm a bit jet lagged. I just got back from Europe," she stated, smiling.

"Where in Europe?" he asked, interested.

"Iceland," she replied.

"I spent some time in Reykjavik when I went to Amsterdam. It's a great city." She nodded. "Where you studying there?"

She smiled. "I was. I just graduated from the University of Iceland."

"What did you study?"

"Literature."

"I'm guessing Icelandic literature?"

She laughed, and then said seriously, "It was either that, fish biology, or rural tourism." He gave her a look of pure scrutiny. "I'm kidding," she laughed, "But you'd be surprised to hear that those are the popular majors… I studied some Icelandic literature, but my tutors and professors were familiar with a lot of English work, and so I ended up focusing on English. My friends used to joke I was studying Englandic literature." She laughed, and signaled to the bartender to bring her a drink. From the look of it, she needed one.

"I'm Aria, by the way," she extended her hand over the empty barstool between them and shook his.

"Ezra."

"It's nice to meet you, Ezra," she said sweetly.

"It's nice to meet you, too," he responded.

"I've never done this before," she admitted in a breathless voice. "I'm not this kind of person. I don't do this with people I just met."

"I've never done this before either."

She gave him a sarcastically quizzical look. "Well…" she snaked her hands back around his neck, pulling him in closer, a devious look in her eye, "There's a first time for everything." She felt his hands wrap around her lower back, she was sitting on the counter in the bathroom. Their eyes locked. The connection between them was so strong. "Carpe diem," he murmured in response, and pulled her into a kiss.

Day 48

Ezra brushed a strand of Aria's dark hair behind her ear. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, pulling her into his lap. They both lay in his bed in their pajamas watching one of the million old movies Ezra had in his collection as the rain pounded against the windowpanes.

"I don't know…everything," she looked up at him. "You and me… this." She rested her head back on his chest. He smiled and kissed the top of her head. They had been officially seeing each other for about three weeks, but it felt as if they had known each other forever. After that day in the bar in Rosewood they thought they would never see each other again; they didn't even exchange numbers. Their chance of meeting again was slim to none, especially in a big city like New York.

"How crazy is it that we found each other again?" Ezra asked her. Thunder clapped outside and lightening lit up the room.

"It was a day like this." Aria readjusted herself on Ezra's lap so that she was facing him. "Absolutely pouring." She placed a light kiss on his lips and stroked his check. "I love you," Ezra whispered. He had only known she existed for a month and a half, but he knew he that loved her.

Aria smiled. "I love you too, Ezra." She brushed away a stray piece of hair that was hanging down on his forehead. Ezra wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a passionate kiss. She began unbuttoning his shirt, her hands roaming all over his body. He knotted his hands in her hair, not breaking their kiss. Ezra flipped her over onto her back, his body pressing down on top of hers. He pulled away for a moment and smirked, but Aria grabbed his neck and pulled him into another kiss.