If COMPLETELY OOC Olitz or intense sex scenes offend you, this is not the story for you. There will be no chill in this story as I'm staying true to my No Chill Mo-vember attitude. This first chapter is somewhat mild, but it will only get wilder with the next few chapters. With that said, enjoy. XOXOXOXO
Baby I love you
You are my life
My happiest moments were incomplete if you weren't by my side
You're my relation
In connection to the sun
With you next to me, there's no darkness I can't overcome
You are my raindrops
I am the seed
With you and God, who's my sunlight
I'll bloom and grow so beautifly
Baby I'm so proud, so proud to be your girl
You make this confusion go on away from this cold and mixed-up world
Dangerously In Love ~ Beyonce
1996
"Action!"
"Hi, my name is Olivia Carolyn Pope and I'm a senior here at-"
"Sup, this is FGIII, but of course y'all already knew that and..."
"Babe! I was in the middle of my senior message. And this message goes to incoming freshman. They have no clue who you are."
"Yet, they may not know me yet, but they will."
"You are so arrogant"
"I'm sorry babe, I just thought it'd be cute if we did ours together. We will be married someday and we can show this to our kids when I'm like governor or POTUS or something. I mean you are going to be my first lady."
"Aww Fitzy, you are so sweet. I love you. Come here babe."
*Kiss*
"I love you too babe. Always and forever."
*Kiss*
*Clearing of throat off screen*
"Oh, right, sorry. Ok so hey, I'm Olivia Pope, captain of the swim team, debate team, cheerleading squad, and..."
"I'm Fitz Grant III, captain and quarterback of the football team, captain of the baseball team and shortstop, student council president, and we're Class of 1996."
"Our senior message is that no matter how hard it may seem, no matter how much you may want to quit"
"Don't give up, because if you do, you may just miss out on one of the greatest gifts in life. A secure future."
"Yea, so hang in there and know that four years of high school may seem like a long time, but the rest of your life is even longer"
"So deal with the gruesome four, so you can grow up and have more."
"Aww he's a poet and he didn't even know it!"
"Babe! That was so lame"
"Shut up Fitz!"
"Anyway our message to you as we both leave the halls of Santa Barbara high and head off to Harvard in the fall is to-"
"Stay(Stay) In(In) School(School)"
"Ok, is that it because I'm ready to start the rest of my life with this woman right here."
"Aww Fitzy. I love you so much."
"I love you too Livvie. Let's bounce."
The couple waited until taping had stopped and smiled as they prepared to leave the school. It wasn't lost on either of them that they were about to ditch school only seconds after preaching to incoming freshman about the importance of school, but it wasn't like anyone would know, right?
2014
Fitz turned off the TV and slouched back into his chair. He drained his glass of scotch and held the ice filled glass firmly against his head.
He never thought he'd see that tape ever again, but it does bring back many fond memories. Apparently the school felt the need to release the tape since he had just announced his presidential bid for the upcoming election, earlier that morning. He smiled and wondered what Liv's reaction had been. Had she even seen it? Would she be mad the tape was released? Or was she walking down memory lane with him?
He slumps in his chair and thinks back to that day, the day he and Olivia had recorded their senior message. Of course, they weren't exactly the sweet, innocent teens they appeared to be on screen, but America thought so, and that was all that mattered. The only people that knew what they were really like back then would never tell a soul. Since they were just as bad, their secret was safe.
1996
Fitz pulled up to Liv's house around seven in the morning in his red and black 1997 Maybach. The car had been an early graduation present from his father Big Gerry, and Fitz was pleased it was thoroughly customized. Liv too had received her own car as an early graduation present, hers a 1997 black and silver Mercedes McLaren 650S Spider. At the time there were only 200 of them in the world sold for retail, and of course she owned one of them.
Fitz loved his car, but he honestly loved Liv's even more. Unfortunately, no matter how much begged, she would never let him drive it. She claimed Fitz didn't know how to respect a gas pedal or the brakes. Fitz argued that she was too easy on both. The car was built for speed he explained, and although Liv had pushed far beyond any legal speed limit they would encounter in America, Fitz never thought it was fast enough.
Being the loving couple they were, they always had to arrive to school together. They took turns driving each other to school, alternating cars every other day. They had a routine even at the young ages of 17 (Fitz) and 16 (Liv). Every morning, one would pick the other up and they'd have breakfast at a cafe or bistro on the way to school. Today was Fitz's turn to pick up Liv.
Fitz pulled into the Pope driveway at 6:00 am sharp. He stepped out of his car and made his way up to the door. He lifted his hand to knock, and jumped back as the door swung open, revealing a very pleased Elijah Pope.
"Ah, there's my Harvard bound man! Fitz my boy, how are you?" Eli asked as he shook Fitz's hand firmly.
"I'm good Mr. Pope. How are you sir?" Fitz asked politely.
"I'd be a lot better if you'd cut the Mr. Pope shit. It's Eli. You and my daughter will be married someday. Straight to the White House with the two of you. May as well just start calling me dad now, son."
"One could only hope, sir...El... dad" Fitz said as he tried to hide his anxiety over the dream Eli and Big Gerry had set out for him and Liv. They just wanted to live their own lives together. Why must their fathers create the most outlandish dreams?
"Atta boy! So, have you decided what area of law you plan to study?"
"I'm not sure yet. I think I want to learn a little more about each one before I make a firm decision."
"Sounds good to me. Liv is determined to enter into immigration law. I've tried telling her she won't find much joy in it but you know my daughter. She's stubborn just like her old man."
Fitz went to respond but lost all train of thought when he saw Liv flying down the steps in a short white jean skirt, a turquoise tank top, and a pair of turquoise on white Nikes.
"Hey babe, ready to go?" Liv asked as she kissed Fitz on the cheek.
"I'm ready gorgeous. Let's get to school." Fitz said as he tried his damnedest to not lick his lips in front of her father.
"Bye daddy! Don't forget, Fitz and I are going out tonight so I'll be home by curfew." Liv said as she kissed Eli on the cheek.
"Don't worry about curfew tonight sweetie. You and Fitz enjoy yourselves. Just make sure you two are at dinner at the club tonight. Your mothers want to celebrate the both of you getting into Harvard. Then the two of you have the entire weekend to yourselves." When Liv cut a suspicious eye towards her father, Eli elaborated. "The two of you are good kids. I trust you both to make the right decisions, and I know Fitz will keep you safe. So have fun and I'll see you later."
"Ummm, ok daddy... See you later... I guess..." Liv said and grabbed Fitz's hand. She ran towards the car before whatever bout of momentary insanity he was experiencing left her father's head. Instead of calling after her like she'd expected, Eli simply smiled as he watched the lovebirds running off to Fitz's car hand in hand.
"God bless them." He said as he closed the door and began to prepare for his day. Those two were going to do great things, and he prayed he lived long enough to see them.
XxXxX
"So did my dad start in on that White House shit again?" Liv asked as she took off her turquoise tank top to reveal a turquoise halter top.
"Yep. You and my daughter will be married one day. Straight to the White House with the two of you." Fitz mocked in his best Eli Pope impersonation.
"Well, we know we'll be married one day, but the White House? Me first lady? Nah. I like my freedom."
"I like you in this skirt."
"That's funny. I thought you liked me better out of it." Liv teased as she slowly slid her skirt up her thighs.
"God Livvie you are so fucking sexy." Fitz groaned as he pulled her in for a proper kiss good morning. They had never been happier that his windows were tinted than they were in this moment as they were still in her driveway. Finally breaking apart for air, Fitz started the car and pulled out of the driveway.
"So babe, what do you wanna do today?" Fitz asked as he lit a cigarette and took a long drag. Liv watched as he held the smoke in for a moment, before blowing out the perfect smoke rings.
"You." Liv replied shyly, biting her bottom lip. "But, we have our senior messages to do today." She finished as she reached over and took a drag of Fitz's cigarette.
"So, let's get breakfast, stop in for the messages, and blow that prison we call high school. It's not like we both aren't honor students."
"I'm all in. Hmmm, did you get the wine?" Liv moaned as Fitz's hand slid up her thigh and moved under her skirt.
"Of course. It's in the back chilling as we speak."
"Will your mom notice you took it?"
"Probably not, but if she does, she'll just assume that my dad got a hold of it. Either way, does it matter?" He groaned as his fingers grazed the wetness of her panties. He slid them to the side, and dipped a finger into her drenched heat. Liv's eyelids fluttered shut as her head sank deep into the headrest.
"Does that feel good baby?" He asked as he slid another finger inside of her. Liv nodded and bit her lip as she reclined her seat back and allowed Fitz's hand to continue its work.
"Use your words Livvie." Fitz demanded slowing down his movements.
"Yesss... Yes Fitz.."
"Say it..."
"It feels good baby... Fuck!"
Fitz tried to keep his focus on the road, but the way Liv was moaning and grinding against his hand with her eyes tightly shut made it hard for him to focus. Deciding it wasn't safe for him to continue driving, Fitz pulled over into a nearby parking lot. The moment Fitz had the car in park, Liv was pulling him over the center console and between her thighs.
Liv's hands immediately reached down to unfasten Fitz's belt, while Fitz's teeth and lips sought out her neck. She didn't care that they were in a parking lot and there were people around. She needed him and she needed him now.
"Livvie baby, slow down." Fitz said as he pinned her hands over her head and began grinding his hips into hers. "We've got all day. For now, I just want to make you feel good. Besides, this car is way too small."
Liv looked over and laughed when she noticed Fitz's legs were still stuck under the steering wheel. Her laughter quickly turned to moans as Fitz's fingers began pumping into her faster. He loved studying the way her face would twist and scrunch depending on how he was pleasuring her. He loved when she would make new faces or new noises, and would burn them to memory. He loved how he was the only guy that had ever touched her this way. He silently thanked God for the moment 4 years ago that brought them together as a couple.
1992-93
Fitz entered the halls of Santa Barbara high for the first time and immediately sought out his locker. His face was focused as he took in the numbers on each locker, until he finally reached his. His face flipped instantly when he realized his locker was right next to Liv's. He was happy he was locker buddies with a familiar face as he and Liv had been friends since the sixth grade. He had also had the biggest crush on her since then as well.
When he saw her that first day of ninth grade dressed in a pair of black shorts that stopped mid thigh and his "Tool" band hoodie he almost lost it. Fitz knew Maynard James Keenan was her favorite band member as she loved the sound of his voice. Fitz was partial to Danny Carey as he thought he was the best drummer around. When she turned completely around, he noticed that under his Tool hoodie was his BoySetsFire band tee. It didn't really matter as his clothing style had changed.
Where he once was a self proclaimed band tee geek, Fitz now embraced a closet full of blue jeans and white tees. The occasional khakis and polo shirts were shoved somewhere in the back. He'd been looking for that shirt forever, probably most of seventh grade, and now knew where it disappeared to. Her wearing his shirt was doing funny things to him and he was pretty sure he liked it.
Seeing her in his clothes had forced something to shift in him, and Fitz knew he had to make her his. The fact that some guy that was clearly hitting on her forced his jaw to clench tightly, and his hands to ball up into fists. He didn't know who this kid was, but he had no right hitting on his girl. As he watched them, Fitz noticed the guy's locker was the next one over and he felt his anger and jealousy rising even further.
"Fitzy hi!" Liv said as she looked up and noticed his presence. She had never been more thankful than she was in this moment. The kid next to her seemed nice, but the way he was staring at her made her uncomfortable.
"Hi." Was all Fitz could say as his eyes locked with hers. They stood there staring at one another for a few moments until the guy next to her cleared his throat.
"Fitz, this is Jake Ballard. Seems like I'm stuck between the two of you this year." Liv said as she awkwardly tucked a stray curl behind her ear.
Like fuck you are.
"It's getting late so let me walk you to class babe. But first..." Fitz pulled Liv against him and pressed his lips firmly against hers. The sparks immediately began flying every which way and they both knew in that moment, there was no going back. When the kiss ended all they could do was gaze into one another's eyes. Fitz ignored Jake's presence, and grabbed Liv's hand. He walked his woman to class that day and every day after. Needless to say, Liv and Fitz switched lockers, so Liv was no longer wedged between him and Jake. Over time, Fitz and Jake became friends as it was clear that no one and nothing would tear Liv and Fitz apart. Jake soon got over Liv and began dating Abby. The two of them were on again - off again, until she met David who quickly became the sole proprietor of her heart.
Three years after Liv and Fitz's first kiss, they became each other's firsts during a romantic rendezvous Fitz had planned for them after Junior prom. In the beginning, Fitz was never sure he was doing it right so he watched her face for signs. Even then his emotions were controlled by every look on her face.
1996
Now that he knew her body better than his own, he would watch her for sport. As Tool's "Ænima" blasted through the cars speakers, he watched Liv's mouth form an "O", as her eyebrows furrowed, and he knew she was close. Fitz began sucking on the flesh just below her ear, and with one flick of his thumb, felt her body tense up as a silent scream escaped her lips.
Fitz continued his movements until he felt her body go limp underneath him. He slowly withdrew his fingers, and locked eyes with her as he licked her essence that was currently running down his hand.
"So fucking sweet, baby. You are definitely sitting on my face later." Fitz growled into her ear, causing a new wave of arousal to overwhelm her.
Realizing they had to get to school to at least make an appearance, Fitz grabbed a handkerchief out of his console, and proceeded to clean Liv up before fixing himself in his seat. Liv who was still coming down from her high, simply lit a cigarette and sighed in contentment.
2014
"Governor Grant, the first lady's leaving now. Her E.T.A. is 30 minutes."
"Thank you Lauren."
1996
Fitz and Liv arrived at school with a half hour to spare. As always, Liv was wearing Fitz's letterman jacket as she wanted everyone to know she was his and vice versa. As they walked through the halls, they slowly began to grow a tail of what the teachers considered to be their entourage. As they approached their lockers, Liv smiled as she saw her best friend Abby approaching her from down the hall.
"Hey bitch! What took your asses so long?"
"Fuck you Abby! We're here aren't we?"
"Seems like Fitz already beat me to it." Abby shot back playfully as she took in the new love bite on Liv's neck. "But yeah, I guess. Oh, before I forget, Mr. Wallace is looking for you two. He said you're up first for the messages."
"Thanks Abbs"
Abby and Liv had been best friends from the womb as their mothers were the best of friends who became pregnant around the same time. Kids around school called them the twins, as they were born on the same day. When they were born, their mothers would often dress them alike. It was something that obviously stuck with them as Fitz took in Abby wearing the same outfit as Liv but the colors of her halter top and skirt were reversed.
"Ok, so we're outie after we do this video. You and David wanna come with? We'll do lunch."
"As long as your tongue isn't stuck down Fitz's throat the whole time, and we can actually talk, sure we'll come with."
"Like you and David have room to talk? You were practically riding him in calculus last week."
"Whatever, just hurry up so we can go, I'm starving!"
"10 minutes for both me and Fitz and we'll meet you in the parking lot."
"Fine. But let's cover up this huge ass hickey. Don't want America seeing it someday when you two are in the White House do ya?" Abby teased as she pulled Liv's compact out of her purse and began expertly covering up the love mark. Five minutes was all it took and no one would be able to tell there was a fist sized purple mark on her neck.
"Thanks Abbs. Don't forget, 10 minutes!"
"Yea yea. I know. See you soon bitches! No fucking in the halls either!" Abby said as she set out to find David.
Liv laughed at her friend as Abby always thought of the most over the top things to say. Little did Liv know, Abby's comment had caused the wheels in Fitz's mind to begin churning.
2014
"Governor Grant, the First Lady will be here any minute with the children. According to her driver, she's not in the best of moods. It is unclear if it has anything to do with the video that surfaced today or not."
"Thank you Lauren. Is everything set up for her arrival?"
"Yes sir."
"Then that will be all. You should head on home. You deserve to see your family before 8pm."
"Yes sir. Thank you... And sir..."
"Yes Lauren?"
"Good luck..."
"Thanks. I'm going to need all the luck I can get to survive this night."
1996
With the senior messages finished, Liv and Fitz made their way through the halls. When they arrived at their lockers, Fitz pulled Liv to the side and immediately began attacking her neck.
"Fitz, stop. Fitz, what are you doing? Someone could see us?" Liv said as she looked around, terrified of being caught. Part of her did however have to admit that the thrill of someone finding them was exciting, and was causing her body to react in ways she never thought possible.
"Before we leave this school, there is one thing I want to do." Fitz whispered into her ear as his hands braced the lockers on either side of her head.
"What's that?" Liv asked as she took in Fitz's labored breathing. Her eyes darted from his lips to his eyes and back, as her chest began rising and falling in sync with his.
Before she knew what was happening, Fitz had ripped her panties off of her body and had sheathed himself fully inside of her. Her mind was presently in a battle with herself as she knew someone could walk out of any classroom and catch them at any time. But the way he was driving into her against their lockers, stripped away all of the fucks she had left to give.
With her arms and legs wrapped securely around his body, Liv gave into Fitz's fantasy. Fitz's hand cupped the back of Liv's head to shield it from hitting the locker, while the other cupped her ass, holding her body close as close as he could. He knew they wouldn't have much time, so he began driving into her relentlessly, as his mouth covered hers to muffle her screams.
His hand slid between their bodies and began caressing her bundle of nerves in short firm circles as her fingers tangled into his wavy hair. It wasn't long before Liv's body clenched up and her orgasm blasted through her. A few thrusts later, Fitz too found himself reaching his climax deep within her walls.
Fitz slowly let Liv down, and the two of them quickly fixed their clothes before heading out to meet Abby and David in the parking lot, both trying to look as if they hadn't just gone at it in the hallway of their high school.
XxXxXxX
After spending the morning and afternoon with Abby and David, the group parted ways, allowing Liv and Fitz to finally have some alone time together before dinner with their parents.
They had gone back to Fitz's house as Big Gerry and Eli had decided to spend the day out at the country club with their mothers. They were currently cuddled on the sofa with a bowl full of popcorn in hand, watching Waiting to Exhale for what seemed like the ten thousandth time. They were just reaching the scene where Robin and Gloria found out that Bernadine's husband had walked out on her and her children after 11 years of marriage.
"Fitz, would you ever do that?" Liv asked as she moved the bowl of popcorn over to the table and turned to look at him.
"Ever do what?" Fitz asked honestly not sure what she was referring to. If he was being honest with himself, he had spent the first part of the movie staring at Liv, and not the screen. That's pretty much how he spent every chick flick Liv decides she wants to watch.
"Would you ever marry someone and leave them for another woman after being with them and forcing them to rearrange their life and dreams for 11 years?" Liv asked as she looked into his eyes and patiently awaited his answer.
"Never baby." Fitz said beyond sure of himself.
"How can you be so sure?" Liv asked as she laid her head back onto Fitz's chest.
"Because I'm marrying you and there is no way I'm ever letting you go." Fitz responded with so much confidence it made Liv's breath hitch.
"Fitz.."
"I mean it Livvie. I know our dads want us to get married and take our relationship all the way to 1600 Penn, but I don't care about any of that extra stuff. I don't care what they want us to do, as long as I'm doing it with you."
"So you don't want to be president?" Liv asked doubting Fitz really meant that. What young boy, young man, hell any male for that matter in his right mind wouldn't dream of holding the highest office in the land.
"If you didn't want me to be president, I wouldn't even think twice. I know we're young, but you're it for me Livvie. And I'm not making any decisions in my lifetime that you haven't helped me think over."
"I love you Fitz." before he had a chance to respond, Liv had straddled Fitz's waist and began kissing him with everything she had. His hands freely roamed her body, prompting their heavy breathing and lustful moans to fill the room. When they finally broke apart for air, Fitz realized they had better move from the living room if they didn't want to be interrupted by his parents.
"Now what do you want to do Livvie?" Fitz asked as he turned off the TV and placed the remote onto the table. After suffering through enough of what he considered to be a male bashing movie, Fitz sighed a breath of relief that it was finally over.
"How much time do we have until we have to be at the club for dinner?"
"Three hours." Fitz said as he looked down at his watch.
"Hmmm, let's go hang out in your room. Where's the wine?" Liv asked as she stood and reached for Fitz's hand. Fitz took Liv's hand in his, and silently led her upstairs. When he opened the door, Liv smiled as she saw a dozen flameless candles flickering around the room, and the wine sitting on Fitz's dresser with two glasses.
"Happy getting into Harvard" Fitz said as he wrapped his arms around Liv's waist.
"Fitz, you are so sweet. Happy getting into Harvard. I love you."
"I love you too."
Liv wasted no time climbing onto Fitz's ridiculously high king sized bed while he poured their wine. She watched as Fitz slowly made his way over to the bed with two half full glasses and the remaining wine.
"You know if you brought the glasses over empty, it wouldn't be so hard to carry everything." Liv said as she watched Fitz focusing on not spilling the burgundy liquid on his carpet.
"I've got this baby. You should know from experience just how good I am with my hands." Fitz quipped as he balanced the glasses and bottle between his two hands.
"Ugh for a guy with a name like Fitzgerald, you are so cocky."
"Thank you. I must admit my cock is impressive."
"Funny, you're a funny man. You should drop out of school, go on the road."
"That would be the ultimate fuck you to our fathers' dreams of us taking over the world. But unfortunately I must continue serving out my sentence in the educational tool of America's prison system. How else am I gonna spoil you rotten until we're old and grey?"
"And who said I was marrying you?" Liv asked as she took a long swig of her wine.
"I bet you that when I propose, you'll be saying yes before my knee hits the ground."
"Sure of ourselves today, aren't we Fitz?"
"How much I love you is the only thing I will ever be sure of."
"Then why don't you come over here and prove it."
Fitz took Liv's wine glass from her and set it down on his nightstand. As he turned to look at Liv, he couldn't help but realize just how much she was glowing. There was nothing he wouldn't do for the woman laying next to him, and he vowed to spend a lifetime showing her as much. Liv could feel the wheels in Fitz's mind turning, and knew he was thinking about their future. Of course they were young, but they knew they were it for each other.
"Kiss me." Liv whimpered as her eyes darted between his eyes and lips.
"As you wish." Fitz's hands reached out and cupped Liv's face as his thumbs caressed her cheeks. He lowered his head to hers, and smiled as their lips brushed together. Not wanting to play games, Liv pulled Fitz down to her, forcing their bodies to both go crashing backwards onto the mattress. When they came up for air, the look in Liv's eyes told Fitz that this was going to be a long night of celebrating.
"Make love to me Fitz."
Yep... This was definitely going to be a long night.
XxXxXxX
Fitz and Liv arrived at the country club for dinner, both decked out in their preppiest attire. Fitz wore a white Polo shirt with a tan pair of khakis and brown loafers, while Liv wore a soft yellow sun dress with her 3" white Louboutin heels. Pearls adorned her ears and neck, and Fitz's class ring laid on her left index finger, hers was splayed on the right. When their parents spotted them entering hand in hand, they waved the teens over, completely oblivious to their day's events.
"Liv! How's my future daughter in law?" Big Gerry boomed across the room which earned him a jab to the ribs from his wife Francine.
"Mr. Grant, Mrs. Grant. It is so nice to see you again." Liv said once they arrived to the table.
"Nonsense, call us mom and dad. We are after all going to be the grandparents of you and Fitz's future children."
"A long time from now." Frances and Liv's mother Carolyn shot out together.
"Of course darling. A long time from now. I'm figuring what Eli, 8-9 years? Enough time to get these two through law school and begin to make a name for themselves."
"Dad, we haven't even graduated high school and you're planning grandchildren already?" Fitz scoffed as he couldn't believe how relentless his father was being with this dream.
"You know Fitz, maybe he's on to something." Liv said causing Fitz and their mothers to choke on their water, and Big Gerry to beam with approval. Liv could see Eli beaming as well, but he was better at hiding it than his partner in crime.
"Liv?" Fitz asked, completely caught off guard by her response.
"Just hear me out. I mean, we want to spend the rest of our lives together. There is no doubt we will be married once we graduate college. We also know that practice makes perfect. This means that you have 9 years to practice getting me pregnant over any and every surface we encounter, and they wouldn't say a word. I mean because we want to give it our all in the future right? So it only makes sense that we start practicing for it now. But since we've already started practicing, we should be pros by then. Don't you think so... dads?"
Fitz looked around the table as everyone's mouths were hanging open in shock over Liv's statement. There was no secret they were sexually active as Liv had gone to her mother to be placed on birth control when the urges to grow closer first occurred, but it was one of those things were don't ask, don't tell, was definitely a welcomed policy. The only thing that came to mind as Fitz cleared his throat and tried to shift their conversation in a different direction was; He should have never given her that third glass of wine.
When he felt Liv's hand creep up his thigh under the table and begin freeing his semi erect member from his pants, one thought came to mind.
This was definitely going to be a very interesting dinner.
2014
Fitz heard the car pulling into the driveway, signaling his wife's return. He drained the rest of his scotch glass and said a quick prayer that he would survive her reaction to today's events.
This was definitely going to be an interesting night.
Ok so this is something that popped into my head a few months ago, but I never had the drive to post until I finally got the nudge tonight (thanks bew). Aside from this I also have an Olitz version of piano gate that has been sitting for a few months as well. I am not committing to story or one shot as of yet because I have so many stories that need to be attended to already, but I would love to hear your thoughts. I'm considering making this a short as younger Olitz isn't a strong point for me just yet. If I do continue, the story will be mainly flashbacks with glimpses of the present added in for reasons... So, let me know if you are Interested in my version of pianogate. XOXOXO