Hi, I'm new to the Scandal world of fanfiction, hope you like my first story.
Summary: It's the night of their 10 year high school reunion, the last time Olivia saw Fitz was when they graduated high school, 10 years ago.
August 24, 2013…
It had been 10 years since I had last seen him and I was hoping he would be 20 pounds heavier and uglier.
No such luck. My first glimpse of him was shock at thinking that he hadn't aged a day in the last 10 years. My second thought was wondering which one of these beautiful women was his wife or current girlfriend. He had always been surrounded by a bevy of beauties in high school.
I hadn't been in his circle, I had been his next door neighbor. I had been the girl who comforted him on the night of graduation when his girlfriend, Mellie, of three years had cheated on him in a most public manner.
I heard he'd found her in the bedroom fucking his best friend. There had been words exchanged, no fists.
June 14, 2003…
He had knocked on my door, I had been on my way to bed, glass of milk in one hand, trashy novel in the other. One foot on the bottom of the stairs, the doorbell had sounded. I had just turned the hall light off and obviously whoever was knocking had seen it. My parents were at a work function.
I put the book on the staircase and my milk on the side table. Brushing my hair behind my ear, pushing my glasses up my nose. I opened the door and there he stood, black shirt and black pants, his head was bent as though he had lost his spark.
"Fitz, what's wrong?" my soft dulcet tones stirred him and I watched as his beautiful head of curly dark locks lifted.
"Olivia, I didn't know where to go or who to talk to?" He stepped inside and I shut the door behind him and followed him into the dark living room, lit bleakly by the shine of the street light burning through the gauzy drapes.
"I know we don't talk much, but you strike me as a level headed girl that would listen and give good advice," he commented in the darkness of the room. I inhaled sharply as he took a seat on the primrose sofa and made room for me.
"What could possibly be wrong with your life that you couldn't go to one of your friends?"
"Mellie cheated on me and I caught her fucking Andrew in his bedroom," his eyes flickered to mine and fell. "My best friend and my girlfriend, if I can't trust them, who the hell else can I trust?"
"Speaking as a person who has no experience in this situation, the only good thing I can see is that school is over and you can move onto the next phase of your life and hopefully find new friends that won't fuck you over," I told him bluntly.
"Well that's putting it quite frank, how about a little sympathy for me?" he teased.
"Why? Ask yourself how upset you were really when you found them. What was hurt more, your vanity at her turning to another guy or your heart?" I challenged him.
Rubbing the back of his head, he pondered my question then smirked, "I guess my vanity, and we were on the verge of break-up. She was so high school anyway."
He turned and in the shadow I saw him smile slightly, "Why couldn't we have been friends in high school instead of neighbors?"
"Because you are the most popular guy in school who dates the most popular girl and isn't friends with nerds," I replied sharply.
"I wish we had been friends, thank you for listening to me," he pushed my hair out of my face.
"You are welcome, now if you don't mind, I was on my way to bed," I stood up to show him to the door.
He walked past me, his eye caught on my book on the staircase, "What are you reading?" He picked it up. His eyebrows lifted, "a bodice ripper."
Grabbing it from him, I ushered him out the door. "My reading choices are of no interest to you, good night Fitz."
Shutting the door firmly in his face, I grabbed my book and milk and went upstairs.
Halfway up the stairs, I was stopped in my tracks by the doorbell. The insistent peal of the ring jarred through my body. I could feel my blood boiling, wondering what the hell he thought he was entitled to now. Turning on my heel, I stormed down the stairs, my book dropped on the floor in my war path.
What had followed next still haunted me in my dreams to this day.
2013…
Shaking myself out of torrid memories, I moved quickly forward, seeing Abby, one of my former chess club friends. I sought her out, she looked so different and yet so similar. She still wore glasses and had the gap between her teeth in the front because she refused to get braces. She had grown up in other ways, she'd gotten married and had a child. While I was listening to a story of her precocious 3-year old Lizzie.
An electrical spark ran down my spine, causing me to twist slightly. I knew he was behind me.
"Olivia, how have you been?" his voice, while husky when he was a teenager on the cusp of manhood. Now 10 years later, had deepened to a rough baritone that whispered through my skin to my heart, causing a staccato effect.