Pen Of Destiny

Chapter 19

Aria

Fear's become a forgotten act in the circus of my life, like an old magician with dusty tricks. But then, there's Ryan – my everyday hero.

Since that party night, Ryan's been my anti-fear sidekick. He's not glued to me, more like a stealthy ninja ensuring I'm never alone in life's drama. Imagine life, once a bumpy ride, now a smooth jazz performance with Ryan on saxophone, serenading away the jitters.

-Note the sarcasm

He's not always in the spotlight, but his vibe turns my mundane moments into a blockbuster scene. Fear tries to crash the party, but with Ryan as the bouncer, it's a no-entry zone. He's not just mine; he's the co-director of my life's movie, making it a perfect blend of thrill and calm. And I can't be happier than this.

Once upon a doubting time, I was the ultimate skeptic, questioning everyone's moves like a chess grandmaster. Trusting folks? That was a rare feat, even for Shayra. Then along came Ryan, the trust superhero.

Sure, I had some trust for friends and family, but it was like a cautious faucet. With Ryan, it's like he kicked down the trust door. Now, my trust is on a carefree rollercoaster ride with him at the controls – no limits, just free-fall faith. Trusting him feels like my superpower, cranked up to the max. Get ready, world, we're on a trust adventure!

Sometimes I crack myself up. I chuckled at my own thoughts.

So, I used to be the doubting champ, skeptical about anything that didn't scream "in your favor." Then, there's Ryan – trust him? Absolutely. Mind, heart, and soul, he's got the full package.

"I think he's gonna take you to Mars," Shayra announces, tapping her chin like a cosmic detective. Cue the contagious laughter.

"Ya think?" I reply, guessing she's spilled the beans about our dinner date tonight. Because, you know, Ryan spilled the dinner plans, and Shayra, with her detective skills, caught wind of our interplanetary adventure. Brace yourself, universe, date night is here, and Mars might just be on the menu!

Ah, the no-room-for-teasing champion, Shayra – eye-rolls served, fake smile included.

"Where's Farkle, by the way?" I ask, scanning for our missing trio member. We've got plans, and it's high time we get our friendship back on track. Life took us for a detour, but now, it's full speed ahead to the good times!

So, I'm the mastermind behind this trio shindig – me, Sassy, and Farkle. The plot twist? Farkle, fashionably late, which is as rare as a unicorn sighting.

Note the sarcasm.

But, hold up! His voice breaks in, "Hey there, beautiful ladies."

"What? You called me beautiful?" Shayra shoots back, raising her brows with a sly smile. It's sitcom material, and Farkle just dropped the unexpected punchline. Let the banter begin!

Farkle mockingly says, "No! Not you. Aria. She's beautiful. You're just sooooo plain, simple, and—"

"I am anything but plain," Shayra retorts, gritting her teeth, and I can't help but laugh.

"Done? Shayra? Farkle?" I jump in, countering both, and they share a look before bursting into laughter.

And just like that, time flies.

After a while, we head back home, tired. Shayra's place becomes our sanctuary – her mom's away, and she's working late. Dad's at a dinner party. So, we choose her place as our crash spot. Huh, home sweet sassy home!

Totally drained, I felt glued to the spot, incapable of even twitching a muscle. "I need some water," Farkle declared, lounging lazily on the sofa, half in, half out.