Hello everyone! I am new to fanfiction as a writer but I LOVE to read the work that is already up here. This is my contribution to the fandom but I must say one thing. As my username states: I am OLITZ4LIFE! So any stories I write will be centered on that. Thanks for reading!

"Liv!" Abigail Whelan, the fiery red head yelled out. "Hurry the hell up! I look too good to stay in all night!"

In her red, body-hugging dress, Abby was feeling ready for a night out on the town; now if she could only figure out what was taking her best friend so long…

Olivia Pope stood in the bathroom examining herself with a critical eye. In an eggshell white, off-the-shoulder dress, matching heels, and diamond earrings framing her slender neck, she knew she looked good. Now only if it mattered, she thought to herself. Forever practical, Liv knew she was attractive, physically. But there was just so much baggage and drama surrounding her personal life; she couldn't find the energy within herself to search out a relationship. But she'd promised Abby she'd play "wingman" tonight and that meant putting on a smile and chatting it up with drunk college BLANK. Maybe one or two of them will at least be easy on the eyes-

"Liv!"

"Okay, okay I'm coming! Keep your panties on!"

Walking into the small living room of the two-bedroom apartment she and Abby had moved into at the beginning of their junior year at Stanford, she saw Abby flash her a scandalous smile.

"Hopefully they won't be on long," she quipped as the girls laced arms and descended the steps leaving their building.

"Ha! Whelan, I love you. At least one of us will be getting laid tonight," Olivia flashed her best friend a smile as they walked the short distance to campus.

Originally being from Brooklyn, New York, Northern California was a welcome change for Olivia. It wasn't as fast-paced, people were a little kinder, and it was much farther away from her horrible foster family. Having left everything behind except her foster brother, Harrison, Olivia had started over. As soon as high school was over, she and Harrison used the money they'd saved up from working at Denny's and flew across country with basically just the clothes on their backs. But they'd made it, and in her third year in college, Liv was almost free of the nightly nightmares that'd plagued her since that day when John had entered her room at three a.m…

"Are you ready for this?" Abby's inquiry thankfully interrupted the dark path her thoughts were taking and Olivia cheerily responded with an, "Of course! Let's get you laid!"

By the time the girls entered the Sigma Nu frat house, the party was already in full swing, thanks to the delay Olivia had provided while getting ready. College kids were drinking, dancing on each other, and having an all-around good time. Olivia smiled to herself, deciding to let go of her worries for one night. She wanted to have fun, be a normal twenty year old, talk to a hot guy, dance a little, and maybe, just maybe, by the end of the night she'd be so exhausted her nightmares would leave her be.

Fitzgerald Grant reluctantly entered the frat behind his two best friends David and Harrison. 6'2" with blue eyes and curly brown hair, Fitz filled out his long black t-shirt nicely. A leggy blonde walked up to him and tried to attach herself to his arm, but Fitz smoothly sidestepped her. He gave her a kind smile, but definitely not one that she could mistake for interest.

"How's it going handsome?" she thrust out her large breasts and gave him an over exaggerated wink.
"I'm good. Just enjoying the scene with my boys. You be safe out here, alright?"

With that, Fitz caught up to Harrison and David, missing the pout the blonde gave him before rolling her eyes and moving on to the next guy. Women approached Fitz all the time, but he never paid them any attention. He didn't want meaningless sex, or a random hook-up. Besides, he was in a committed relationship. But if the conversation he had earlier was any indication, it wouldn't be that way for long…

"Fiitzzzyyyy!" Mellie whined in that annoying voice he had grown so adept at tuning out.

"Mellie, please. We've been over this," he responded dryly, trying to keep his frustration in check.

Millicent Vaughn was the daughter of Robert Vaughn, former President Pro Tempore of the U.S. Senate. Back in the day, Robert helped Big Jerry hide some dirt during his own bid for Senator of California. And in return, Jerry promised to hook up his only son, Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the Third, with Robert's daughter Mellie. And that's how Fitz ended up here, sitting on his bed in his apartment listening to Mellie whine about his choice of classes.

"But Fitz. If you ever want to get into politics, if you're ever going to be President-"

"Okay stop right there. I never said I wanted to be President. That's some notion Big Jerry and your father put into your head when they set us up. I want to teach. Besides, what I do with my life is my business," Fitz said without looking up form his law textbook. If he was going to go out with Harrison and David later, he needed to finish reading these last few chapters.

"But Fitz," he sighed as she started up again. "You could be great. We could be great-"

"I'm sorry Mel, but I've got to stop you again. We've only been dating for a few weeks. Let's not talk too far into the future. I don't want to mislead you…" He felt bad about dating Mellie in the first place. His father had come to him and appealed to his sense of family, telling him that he needed a good, stable woman in his life and since Mellie was transferring to Stanford, he needed to be a nice guy and look out for her. So Fitz, almost feeling sorry for her, took her out on a few dates and when Mellie assumed they were dating, he didn't correct her. Only recently had he actually begun to acknowledge her as his girlfriend, but it wasn't sitting right with him.

"Fitzy!" Mellie looked incredulous, "Why wouldn't we be a great pair? I know you men are afraid of commitment but we've got everything we need to be a great couple. I mean we're both from good families and we're highly intelligent, you'd do good to be a bit more ambitious, but nonetheless… I mean, I'm even willing to have a few kids if you insist…"

Is that would a relationship is about? Ambition? Good families? What the hell did I get myself in to? Fitz thought to himself.

"Mellie, I've got work to do. I'll call you tomorrow. And for the last time, stop calling me Fitzy."

Fitz lowered his wire-rimmed glasses back over his eyes and focused his attention back on his textbook, not bothering to look up as Mellie huffed and slammed the door on her way out.

"Hey man!" Harrison wrapped his arm around Fitz's shoulders, snapping him from his reverie. "This party is hot! David already got dragged off by some hot red head so it looks like its me and you, man. You want to head over to the bar?"

Harrison was one of his best friends, a private guy, but outgoing and friendly to those close to him. They'd only met at the beginning of their junior year, but had quickly grown close, both having moved into apartments next to each other.

"Yeah, man," Fitz grinned, glad his friends were having a good time and ready to join in. "I could definitely use a beer."

"That's what I like to hear!" Harrison slapped him once more on the shoulder before they squeezed to the front of the bar. Each taking a swig of their beers, they turned around to see David with his crotch glued to the backside of a redhead; both looked like they were thoroughly enjoying themselves.

"The guy doesn't waste any time does he?" Harrison quipped with a smirk.

"Har!" a female voice yelled out over the music, causing Fitz to snap his head to the right.

Up walked the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. Short, with chocolate brown skin, she strutted up to them like a goddess. He admired the white, body hugging dress she wore. It was short, and gave a hint of cleavage, but was still classy. Far classier than anything he'd ever seen on a woman in undergrad. The smile on her face as she walked right by him and into Harrison's arms told him they were close friends.

"Liv!" Harrison picked her up into a bear hug. "Where have you been, girl? I haven't seen you in days!"

Fitz stood mesmerized as they chatted. All the sound in the room faded out and all he could focus on was her.

Fitz had never reacted to any woman this way. He swore he could hear his heart beating, he couldn't think straight, his entire universe had shifted the moment he laid eyes on her. And she'd yet to look his way.

What was happening to him? He had a girlfriend, sure, they hadn't had sex in a few weeks, but this wasn't lust. This, this was something else.

"Fitz?" Harrison's voice sounded foggy. "You alright man?"

Fitz shook his head and focused on the two people looking at him with confused expressions on their faces.

"This is my sister, Olivia Pope. Liv, this is Fitzgerald Grant, he lives in the apartment next to me," Harrison motioned to the still semi-dazed Fitz.

When Olivia extended her well-manicured hand, there wasn't a thing in the world that could've stopped him from making contact with her. As soon as their skin touched, blue eyes met brown and all else disappeared.

"Hi."

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