So, I know that I have other stories to update but I just had to write this because the idea's been bugging me for a while. So here we go!

Chapter 1: Undesirable Circumstances

I can't wait to fall in love with you

You can't wait to fall in love with me

This just can't be summer love

You'll see

This just can't be summer love

—Summer Love by Justin Timberlake

As Fitz cruises down the highway to his destination in the early afternoon with his shades on, his arm hanging out the window, and the music blaring, he can't help but smirk and even feel a little proud at the stunt that he and his friends pulled that ultimately got him into the position he was in right now. They had hijacked their principal's Prius and driven it inside of the school but instead of stopping there, they had filled the entire car with a swarm of bees. It had been difficult to pull off and Fitz had gotten into more trouble than ever before but in his mind it had been totally worth it to see the priceless angry and shocked look on his principal's face. Once it was figured out who committed the act, Fitz was taken into questioning and had to pay a fine of five hundred dollars, which came straight out of his father's pocket and it would be an understatement to say that Big Gerry was not pleased.

Fitz had gotten off easy but not easy enough because two days after he finished school, his father told him that he'd be spending the summer with his aunt in Florida, because he was tired of having to save Fitz's ass after he did "something stupid with his cronies". So, he was being sent off to live with an aunt he hardly remembered in hopes that she could straighten him out but deep down Fitz knew his father just didn't want to have anything to do with him. Fitz understood that and he didn't care, since he knew that he's been trouble since he was a little boy and could be hard to live with so he didn't blame his father—he didn't know who to blame, really. Maybe even if he had grown up with a mother he wouldn't have turned out different, but his anger wasn't lessened by being forced to do this. He would just have to hold on until August when he would finally turn eighteen and be able to do whatever he wanted.

As he nears the town and looks out at the ocean, he imagines how it will be to live in a beach town. He had lived in New Jersey his whole life and while he had only lived an hour or so away from the closest beach, he had only been a few times since as a kid his father wasn't big on them doing things together and as Fitz grew older he was too busy getting into trouble with his friends to hang out at the ocean. He just hoped that he could at least have a little fun under his aunt's strict watch.

He has to drive an additional ten minutes after passing a sign that read "Welcome to Playa Verde" and indicated that the town has a population of 7,000. He passes a slew of tiny shops before making it to the residential areas where the houses seemed to gradually decrease in quality, going from average suburban two stories to age-ridden cottage-like one stories. He turns into a neighborhood of varying houses, searching for the address number of his aunt's place. He finally finds the house and admits that even though it was one of the lesser quality homes, it's not bad at all and looks a lot better than the crappy apartment he shared with his dad in Newark.

He pulls into the driveway and gets out of the car then gets his bags from the backseat. He ambles to the door and rings the bell but when no one comes after he waits for a few seconds, he gets annoyed and begins to obnoxiously knock on the door.

"Where's the fire? Sheesh!" He hears from inside right before the door swings open and a middle-aged woman with graying, stringy hair and sun-kissed skin stands before him, looking back at him with a pleasant smile and a shocked gaze. He figured this was his aunt Nancy.

"Wow, you sure have grown from the tiny five year old you were when we last saw each other. You look so much like your father."

He rolls his eyes at this, that last statement being the last thing he wanted to hear. "Can I please come in?" He asks, with a sigh. She steps aside, letting him into the small house.

"So, where's my room?" He says, wanting to just plug in some earbuds and crash after a long day of driving.

"Wow, not even a 'hello'," she says.

"I'm tired…" Fitz grumbles.

"Yeah, you kids are always tired," she says as she closes the door. She turns to face him. "I know you really don't want to have anything to do with me and you're angry that you're being forced to stay here but you're here for almost the next three months so you might as well make the most of it. You can do whatever you want but I just have a few basic rules: don't bring any negative attention to this house by doing anything nefarious or illegal. Also, when you go out, be back here at a decent hour. I'm a light sleeper and I would hate to accidently put a bullet in you at three in the morning when I'm half-conscious, thinking you're a burglar. Also, I don't want you lazing around here all day, eating my food and making the place dirty so you need to find a job."

Fitz makes a face at this, prompting Nancy to say, "It's not like I'm asking you to pay the rent. It's honestly a win-win situation. I know that you're being kept busy with something constructive and you make some extra money."

"Whatever," Fitz mumbles.

"And lastly, you're pretty handsome kid and I think you know that, too. Many of these girls around here will throw themselves at you and I'm not trying to keep you from that. All I'm asking is that you keep it in your pants and don't knock any of them up. That is the last thing I need."

Fitz agrees, "Okay." There was no way he was going to give up the opportunity to bang a bunch of desperate, small-town girls, but he would be safe about it.

"Your room is the last door down this hall," she tells him, pointing down the corridor. He starts heading that way but she stops him, saying, "But before I leave you alone, I need you to go pick up your cousin Teddy from water polo practice. He'll be finishing soon."

Fitz groans. "Why can't you do it?"

Nancy cocks an eyebrow and gives him a dirty look. "Because I was hoping to run down to the grocery store and cook something nice for your arrival. I also have to pick up my 5 year old daughter, Sarah, from a friend's house and I won't be able to make it to Teddy in time. I hope it's not too much of an inconvenience," she says, placing her hands on her hips and staring at him expectantly.

Fitz gives in, seeing that he doesn't have much of a choice. "Fine. What's the address?"

IiIiI

Olivia stares out the window of the diner she and her parents were eating at, wondering what this summer had in store for her. She had just graduated from high school the day before and was looking forward to having a little fun before she finally left her hometown for good. As much as she loved the friends and the life she had made here, she couldn't wait to leave behind her small-town foundations behind and see what the world had to offer—but most of all she couldn't wait to escape her parents, specifically her father.

Her thoughts are interrupted by her father, Eli, asking, "Olivia, do you not like your food?"

She shakes her head. "No, that's not it. I was just thinking…"

"You can think and eat," he says with a look of irritation on his face. "If you're going to swim after this you will need the energy, so stop staring out the window and eat, please."

She resists the urge to roll her eyes and picks up her fork, stabbing a piece of broccoli and popping it into her mouth. She hated that he still treated her like a child when she was just two months short of turning eighteen.

"I thought we were going to go to that Indian cuisine outside of town. You told me I could pick, remember?" She reminds him, something he had said they could do as a graduation treat.

"I know I said that but as mayor of this town it's important for me to get out of the office and see for myself what's going on in the more residential areas of the town. A good leader is a man of the people."

Olivia nods, but in her head is thinking, you're the mayor of a small town, not the damn president of the United States.

She decides to change the topic. "Well, I'm going to be spending the night at Quinn's after the party tonight. Mom said it was okay," Olivia says, looking to her mother for confirmation and hoping that her father wouldn't make an unnecessarily big deal out of her not asking him instead.

Her mother Maya nods. "I don't see the problem with it. Let her have some fun, Eli," she says, smiling warmly at her daughter to which Olivia responds with a thankful smile of her own.

Eli shakes his head okay. "I suppose that's fine as long as you're back home at 8am sharp. I want to take you to town hall for a few hours so that you can meet a few people that I work with."

"I've already met basically everyone you work with, Dad," Olivia mutters uninterestedly.

"Olivia, you will not waste away your summer going to parties and spending time with so-called friends that you won't even hear from once you go off to college. If you want to be successful in life and your career, you are going to need to start caring as early as possible. I thought we raised you better than this," Eli says, shaking his head ashamedly at her. "So, that is why I not only want you to join me tomorrow but I would like you to also start interning at town hall so that you can get an even more in-depth look at the politics of running a town."

She inwardly groans. "Okay," she agrees reluctantly.

"But in order to do so, you're going to have to cut down on one of your activities. It's either going to have to be swimming lessons or the animal shelter."

"But this isn't right…why can't I fit everything in?"

"Because I don't want you to get too distracted with anything that won't serve you well in the future. This is for you own good, Olivia. So, what is it going to be?" He asks, looking at her expectantly.

"Animal shelter, I guess," she grumbles. As much as she loved both, she couldn't give up her job teaching the little kids how to swim—it was the highlight of her summer and her boss had told her several times that she was one of the few instructors that was so good with the kids. So, as much as she would miss caring for the dogs at the animal shelter, she would have to give that up.

"You're going to thank me later," Eli assures her. She hated the fact that he had so much control over her life. She had done everything he'd asked of her, including getting accepted into Yale and becoming valedictorian but he still demanded more of her and it was beginning to piss her off.

As she picks through her food, she hears loud music approaching from outside. A blue pick-up truck parks in one of the spots in front of the restaurant and a boy gets out, cutting off the Jay Z song and marching towards the diner.

She's sure that she's never seen him or his car before since she basically knows everyone in town, but she can't seem to get a good look at him. All she can see is his head of gorgeous brown curls and his well-built body.

"Some people's kids…" Eli mutters, frowning at the music the boy was playing and sliding out of the booth. "I'm going to go talk to Will for a bit," he says, referring to the owner of the diner who was standing behind the counter.

The boy walks up to the counter and orders from Will when Eli comes up behind him and greets Will. They talk for a few minutes until the boy interrupts them saying, "Hey, is my order ready yet or what?"

"Hmm, that was very rude of you to just barge into our conversation like that, young man," Eli says sternly.

"Well, I've been waiting for a while now, sir. I mean, how long does it take to get a drink?" He asks indignantly.

"You need to learn how to show some respect. You can't just walk in here with a rude attitude and that loud, profane music. This is a civilized community of which you are evidently new to but I am the mayor and I will not let its good reputation go down the gutter because of hoodlums like you," Eli says pompously, making even Olivia scoff.

She hears the smug smile in his voice as he says, "Well, I'll try not to ruin your precious town, your Highness, but no promises." One of the employees hands the boy his to-go drink and after a head nod at Eli and Will walks out of the diner

"Unbelievable," Eli exclaims. "When I was his age, if I would have spoken to an adult like that, I wouldn't even be here right now."

"Tell me about it…" Will agrees, but Olivia tunes out their ranting as she tries to get a better look at the boy as he walks to his car. Though, again she manages to only get the side and back of his head and nothing else as he gets back into his car and pulls out of his spot, putting his music back on and turning the volume up even higher than before as he drives off.

IiIiI

Fitz pulls up to the recreational center as he sips the last of his drink up, wondering if he'll be able to recognize his cousin from the picture his aunt sent him, but when he looks at the entrance to the building, he sees a kid who looks similar to the photo, sitting on a bench. He gets out of the car and can't help but mentally acknowledge how much they look alike with the same brown curls and blue eyes, except that Teddy was a bit shorter and very scrawny. He walks up to his cousin, who is drenched with no towel. Teddy looks up at Fitz and grumbles, "You're late."

Fitz makes a face at this. "You should be thanking me for even coming, but you're not getting in my truck dripping wet. Don't you have a towel?"

Teddy looks down and shakes his head ashamedly and mumbles, "No, some guys stole all the towels before I could get one."

Fitz sighs, getting frustrated. He just wanted to go home and chill but now he had to go and find a towel. "Then let's go find these guys."

Fitz walks into the building with Teddy shamefully trailing behind him. They go past the lobby into the pool area where many kids are milling around in their bathing suits, some just as drenched as Teddy. Fitz cringes as a group of little kids scurry past them, their laughs and echoing throughout the building and aggravating Fitz even more. "Okay, so do you recognize any of them?" He asks

Teddy nods and points timidly toward another boy around his age sitting on a nearby bench who sure enough has a whole stack of towels next to him. Fitz marches over to the kid who looks up and smiles cunningly up at Teddy. "Someone's looking rather cold and wet. I bet you wish you had a towel, huh, Teddy Bear?"

The boy looks at Fitz who is looming over him with a fixed grimace on his face. "Who's this? Your retarded-ass bodyguard?" The kid asks, snickering at his unfunny joke.

"Just give me a towel, you little shit. I'm not in the mood for this," Fitz demands, trying to hold himself back. The boy recoils at Fitz's angry expression and clenched fists and quickly says, "Fine, take them."

Fitz snatches a towel and makes an intimidating gesture at the kid before turning around, expecting Teddy to be right behind him but instead his cousin is nowhere to be seen. He sighs exasperatedly, wondering where and why Teddy wandered off.

He continues walking around the pool area, scanning the faces he sees for Teddy's but still can't find him. He looks down, simply to check the time on his phone and when he looks up something—or more like someone—catches his attention. The first thing he takes note of is her soft and smooth-looking, mocha skin and the way her hips sway from side to side as she confidently struts her way in his direction. His eyes move up to her face and he feels his mouth watering at her beautiful plump lips as he pictures how they would feel against his skin and all over his body. If all the girls in this town were as gorgeous as her, this would be the best summer of his life.

As he passes her he can't give up the opportunity to get a look at her backside and just as imagined, she has the full package.

"Nice ass," Fitz mutters and keeps walking like he's done so many times to so many girls before.

"I know, right? But I don't need some stupid asshole like you to tell me that," she says, continuing on her way without missing a beat.

Fitz spins back around, beyond surprised that she said anything when most girls just gave him a dirty look and kept walking. She raises her eyebrows at him and he sees a slight smile creep onto her face as she watches him realize that she's beaten him at his own game. He stutters a bit before shrugging it off nonchalantly and saying, "Well, then I take it back."

She nods slowly. "Well, I still think that you're an asshole." She looks past him and waves, saying, "Hi, Teddy."

Fitz looks back to see his cousin waving back at her. "Oh, uh, hey, Olivia," Teddy replies nervously, his cheeks steadily growing rosier.

Fitz looks back at Teddy and gives him a questioning look as the girl named Olivia asks, "How's water polo?"

"It's, uh, great. How's…swimming?" Teddy asks awkwardly.

"Also great. Do you know this guy?" She asks, pointing lazily at Fitz with an unimpressed expression on her face.

Teddy shrugs. "I guess…this is my cousin Fitzpatrick," he answers.

"Fitzpatrick?" Olivia questions with a chuckle. "You don't strike me as a Fitzpatrick."

"That's because that's not my name. It's Fitzgerald, but I just go by Fitz," Fitz says irritably.

"Yeah, it seems like you guys really know each other…" Olivia says sardonically. She stares at him oddly for a few seconds, as if she's trying to remember him from somewhere but then she shakes it off and focuses back on the both of them.

"Bye, Teddy, and Fitzpatrick," she says, winking and smiling smoothly at him. He feels annoyed but at the same time captivated by her, like he has the strong urge to just slam her up against a wall and kiss the shit out of her, but he quickly pushes the thought aside.

Once she's out of sight, Fitz turns to Teddy and asks, "Who is she?" Attempting to sound disinterested but he can't help the tone of wonder that fills his voice.

"That's Olivia," he responds, staring dreamily in her direction. "She's one of the swim instructors here for the little kids. She's also the mayor's daughter."

Fitz raises his eyebrows at this as a sly smile slides across his face and an idea hits him. Maybe this summer wouldn't be too bad. Fooling around with the mayor's little princess would be a challenge, especially if she was as confident and self-assured as she seemed , but Fitz was a master at the game so he knew that every girl had a weak spot and with a little patience and perseverance, he would win his prize.

What he didn't know is that he would win much more than a petty prize. She would be his destiny.

So, what did you think? I know Fitz is an ass here but I promise he'll get better as the story progresses...if you think it should progress...Leave your thoughts for me because they're much appreciated. Thanks for reading!