This is basically my story of Aria's and Ezra's relationship, from the very beginning. I'm basically working around the tv series, but occasionally changing and adding bits. In fanfic's on Ezra and Aria I find that Ezra is kinda made out to be perfect all the time and it's a little too lovey dovey, so maybe trying to make him a little more realistic. May be changed to M for later chapters! I'd really love to keep going with this, so please review and give me hints or tips!

Chapter 1

EPOV

He sat at the bar lonely and for some strange reason, pissed off. He didn't mean to or want to be but when things were happening beyond his control he hated it. He hated that he still let himself think about her. A self centred, unreasonable bitch. Ezra's personality wasn't one that was bitter and angry often, especially when it had anything to do with love. In fact he was a complete and utter hopeless romantic. Something you hear that girls crave and want in a man more then anything, but where the fuck are those girls? Because when he did find someone he thought worthy of putting all his love and trust into, she pretty much laughed at it and brushed it off like an annoying insect. Okay, well, maybe not exactly. He was being a little over dramatic and tortured now, but she sure as hell broke him. He decided then and there that there would be no way he would be proposing any time soon ever again. What type of bitch accepts a proposal, only to decide, 'Oh actually wait! Changed my mind! I'll just give you my ring back and piss off over seas to enjoy myself'. Ezra started to hear his thoughts through his old self and cringed at how bitter he was being. If he really did love Jackie then he would accept her decision and let her be happy, and he should be happy that she appears to be happy.
He wasn't.

He took a glum filled gulp of his scotch.

But he should be happy he told himself. One does not need a huge great love in their life to be happy. He had worked his ass off to get his degree. He was extremely young to have finished college, and was starting a job that would be considered a bit of a dream to his younger self. He was starting a job that week to be a high school english teacher. Thinking of this he actually started to brighten up. Fuck her. In retrospect, his life was going pretty damn good. He just had to stop feeling sorry for himself. He had his college best mate still around who offered the best of entertainment whenever he needed it, as well as his other group of friends from college, and a new, well paying job. Shit was alright. This time, he took a almost celebratory sip of his scotch. And if he ignored his romantic side of himself for just a moment and was honest with himself, he was pretty much over Jackie. Given, he was still missing her every now and then, but he wondered if it was her personality and company he missed, or the perks of being in a relationship. He had a lot of time that was usually spent with her he now had to himself, like now. Instead of having a nice dinner with her he was sitting in a musty college bar drinking scotch. Alone. Yep. He definitely was not a loner. He wanted company. He craved company. And with a bit of pleasure, he realised it wasn't that he wanted her company. It was just any company at all that wasn't just Hardy's. He drained his scotch and decided to order another one. Whatever. He didn't usually get drunk, especially not alone in a musty bar but he decided he would just replace his cravings for affection with a buzz of alcohol, and hopefully blur out everything that was pissing him off and bringing him down. The door squeaked open and he felt a rush of cold air hit his back. He didn't bother looking at who or what it was, but instead was focussing on how chipped the dirty old wood of the bar was. He chipped some of the old wood off with his finger when the person who had just entered spoke. Normally he wouldn't care but the voice intrigued him. It was a younger voice then he would have expected in a college bar, but mostly it was kind of harmonic. He looked over and felt his body warm. This girl was beautiful. Not just pretty or attractive, but plain our right stunning. She had long black hair cascade over her shoulders in loose curls, which just perfectly defined her high cheek bones and perfectly structured face. He was feeling a little buzzed but was certain it wasn't beer goggles working in her favor. He noticed her glance over at a community board that was full of posters ranging from people asking for room mates, selling old furniture to missing peoples. Well. He was pretty sure there was only one missing person but what ever. He seized at his opportunity.

"You alright over there?"

She glanced and her saw her full face. Christ, she was beautiful.

"I'm a bit jet lagged I just got back from Europe"

He finished his sip of scotch. She travelled, definitely an attractive quality.

"Where in Europe?"

"Iceland."

He knew Iceland quite well.

"I spent some time in Reykjavík before I went to Amsterdam. It's a great city."

She gave him a little smile. He could almost hear her mind thinking something through.

"So, do you go to Hollis?"

"Just graduated. About to start my first teaching job." he said proudly.

She looked as if she was considering something when she said,

"Yeah, I uh, I think I'd like to teach."

He stared at her for a long moment before she seemed taken on something else. She let out a long sigh,

"I love this song."
He listened to the faint music coming out of the bars speakers. He couldn't help but let out a smile for a moment.

"B-26."

She looked a little stunned. Maybe as stunned as he was feeling on the inside. He felt his whole body smiling really. Why the fuck hadn't he managed to meet this amazing girl before this?

"What's your major?"

She hesitated, which for a moment filled him with a little doubt, but was quickly taken back by her response.

"Ahh, well, I'm leading toward english"

Of course she is.

"That's what I'm teaching." He couldn't help but let a broad smile spread onto his face. Who was this girl?

She let out a little laugh which made his stomach drop just a little. The hopeless romantic side of him was practically congratulating himself. Well done bud, you've found her. She's it.

"Well and I write too, but uh so far it's mostly personal, just for me." she shrugged.

"I'm impressed." Slight understatement he thought as he said it.

She raised a perfectly defined eyebrow.

"Why?" with a little smile.

"Well," he got up and slid over with his drink to the seat directly next to her.

"I tried writing, and didn't get very far, you're lucky. If you write for yourself it's pure passion.

They stared at each other for another moment before he looked back down at his empty glass with a thought and back up at her.

"Would you ever let me read something of yours?"

"Yeah, if you really want to."

"Yeah. You're smart, you've travelled, great taste in music," as the song he loved continued to play.

"I'd uh, like to know more about you." Another understatement. He wanted to know a lot more.

Her smile made him fill with pride. He made her smile like that. He was positive the chemistry he felt wasn't one sided.

"Yeah, I'd like to know more about you too."

He was dying to let his lips touch her perfectly shaped mouth, but at the same time he was dying to know more about her. Not just more, everything. He was nearly positive he had just discovered someone who was his other half. He wasn't sure he ever believed the whole love at first sight thing, and he wasn't saying that he felt the powerful emotion of love towards her, but fuck what ever he was feeling was strong. He was fighting in his head whether or not he should make a move, which a certain part of his body was screaming for him to do, or if he should just search her mind some more, when she basically made his mind up for him.

"I have to uh, go to the rest room I think."

As she stood up, she was so incredibly close he could feel the warmth of her body on his. He felt an electricity between them he had never experienced before. And a desire and need. When he was off his head and in normal manly drunken states, was sure all he needed to make him happy for a long time was a girl and a bed. He had thought that was desire. It wasn't. Not compared to what he was feeling for this girl.

"Can I come?" he couldn't help but let a playful smile appear on his face. She seemed a little taken back which made him worry he had come off too strong, and maybe the desires he was feeling were indeed one sided. Just when he started to feel the self pity caused by rejection creep onto him, she gave a little smile and her eyes were on fire. She simply turned to the rest rooms, and it didn't take even a second before he was out of his seat following her.