My brother came over for dinner while Aria was still cooking. I had sent him numerous texts and calls that Aria was real so he had come over early to check things out.

"Hello, you must be Wes." Wes seems taken aback by Aria. She was beautiful I could tell from the looks she got when we went out to get a pan for the meatloaf. Men on the streets gave me looks of jealously that I had captured this beautiful wild thing and that she only had eyes for me. They shake hands and Wes whistles under his breath signaling his approval for her.

"We just have something to take care of quickly." Wes and I run upstairs to test the writing Aria thing.

"Write something. Something we will notice right away." I rack my brain for something we would both notice right away.

"Make her speak german instead of English."

"How about French."

Aria loved the French language. She found it romantic and sensual. She often spoke French to Ezra while rubbing his shoulders to turn him on. She delighted in the way the words rolled off her tongue. She sometimes spoke French without even noticing it.

"Garçons, le temps de dîner." Wes and I look at each other. Aria had spoken French to tell us it's time for dinner.

"Dude she just spoke French." I nod.

"You can control everything she does to have your own freakin' barbie doll." I lean back in my chair. Aria was real and I could write whatever I wanted and she would do it without even knowing.

But even though Aria loved the French language her heart was English and therefore no matter how hard she fought it she spoke English a majority of the time to Ezra.

I hear the ding of the typewriter and hear Aria call up to us.

"Dinnertime!" Wes and I clamor downstairs to eat dinner. Aria was an exceptional cook. I had written numerous times about the romantic dinner she made for me before I came home from teaching. This was when I was still her teacher and we couldn't go out. But tasting real food that she had created was amazing. We wrap up the dinner and Wes bonds with Aria more. They seem to get close without me even writing it. Aria was a people's person, but that didn't mean everyone had to be her friend. She talked more with people who liked to talk, but could also dwell in awkward silences with people who spoke less. Aria was adaptable which was just what I needed her to be. She was perfect.

"I should get back home. Bev is probably over the wall with Leo." We bid him good-bye and then Aria went to clean. This day felt like a dream and I was afraid to go to bed since I didn't want to wake up to find Aria wasn't real and I was just crazy.

"I love you Ezra." She comes up behind me as I finish up a book for a friend. She wraps her arms around me in a hug and went upstairs to get ready for bed. It seemed like she had always been there in my life. Like she wasn't a character in my book. She was real. I got into bed and she crawled in beside me and we cuddled before we each drifted off to sleep.

I woke up and turned over. Aria wasn't there. I knew it was too good to be true. It was just a dream.

I walk downstairs and smell the most delicious smell I had ever smelled. I see Aria wearing one of my shirts cooking french toast and eggs. She sees me and blows me a kiss before returning to her cooking. She looked beautiful with her messy sex hair and her flawless skin. She could have been a model if I had written it that way.

"What do you want to do today Aria?" She shrugs and smile. Her smile was perfection and lit up every room she walked into.

"I believe you have some writing to do. I think I'll go shopping for a little bit and then your brother and his girlfriend will be coming over for game night." She sets a plate down in front of me and I start eating right away. The food is delicious and I'm almost half-way done when she places a milk glass in front of me. She smiles and then walks off to help herself.

After breakfast I change from the clothes I was wearing yesterday into new clothes. Aria changes out of my shirt into a tight blue dress with black tights and black flats. She throws her hair up in a pony tail and adds a motorcycle jacket. She kisses my check before grabbing her blue clutch and then leaves. I sit at the typewriter unsure what to write. Aria was already perfect in every way so I didn't want to mess up her looks or her personality. I decided to write more plot.

Aria went to the store and bought sexy lingerie. She wanted to look extra nice for Ezra tonight at dinner so in addition to the lingerie she bought a body hugging pink dress that accented her tiny waist and her delicate breast. She bought new heels for the occasion too. She went to the grocery store and bought everything she would need for dinner and then headed back home to drop everything off. After she did that she went back out to shop for new games to play with Wes since Ezra didn't own anything. She was gone for a good bit of time trying to spend the day out of the house and in the sun which was fine by Ezra because all he wanted was for her to be happy.

I step away from the typewriter and hear Aria come home. She set the bags down and then went back out to get the games. I hadn't dictated what time she would be back, but if she didn't get back home by 4 I would go up and write it. I grab a book near me that I was reading for a friend and continue where I was. The time flies by before I finish it and sees it's almost 2. I fix a sandwich for myself and eat quickly before I check my phone for message. Roberts had called and texted a few times. I ignore them and move on. Whig had called me once and sent me a mass text inviting me to a party, but I delete it. Wes texts me just as I put my phone down saying he is heading over for some "bro time." I clean the house until he shows up.

"Dude are you still writing about her?"

"Of course." Wes shakes his head.

"Promise me you will stop." I think it through. Do I want to give this up? I had written the story so Ezra and Aria have a happy ending so she will stay with me regardless of whether or not I write.

"I promise." We slap hands like we did when we were younger. I go upstairs and change into fresh clothes. I grab the Aria story and put it into the desk drawer so I wouldn't be tempted. I hear the door open and hear Wes welcome Aria. She came home without me telling her to. Before I head downstairs I lock the drawer and put the key beside the typewriter. I no longer needed to write my dream Aria when I had the real thing right in front of me.

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