"Fitz, honey, we're almost there!" his mother Julie Grant announced.
Fitzgerald Grant nodded at her words, turning his head back to the window, as he put up the volume of the music in his headphones. A sign caught his eye. 8 miles to Princeton University. He was excited; first year of college, finally going away to have a sense of independence and freedom, but most importantly, no Big Jerry to breathe down his neck with his every move.
Fitz loved his father, truly, but the tough love act was getting old. He didn't want to end up resenting the old man, so he chose to go to college nowhere near Santa Barbara, his hometown. He hadn't accompanied Fitz and his mother on the plane ride to New Jersey, too busy being a Senator. He told Fitz to mind his grades, and fall in with the right crowd, so that his credentials would be all set when it was his time to become Governor.
He had to admit, he was a little nervous. Going so far from home, not knowing anyone on the east coast. But he wasn't too worried. Fitz was as charming as they come, he was bound to make friends soon.
Fitz let out a sigh, his butterflies becoming more adamant as they got closer and closer to their destination. He closed his eyes, silently hoping that everything went okay.
"Shit Liv, this is so exciting!" her best friend Abby squealed. "We're going to college, we're gonna meet hot guys, get laid like ALL the time. Well, I don't know about you, but I sure am!"
Olivia Pope had the tendency to tune her fiery best friend out when she began to talk about sex. It wasn't that she didn't care about what was being said, but she had only had sex twice in her life, and it was with her ex-boyfriend, Edison Davis. And it was terrible, so she never felt a strong desire to ever have it again.
"Abs, please. You can have all of the sex you want, just don't mention it to me. How much longer do we got?"
"Hmmm…." Abby looked at the GPS. "Looks like about another 8 miles til we get there. You know, I can't believe we really left Santa Barbara for some fucking snow."
"We didn't leave for snow, we left to get away from our pasts, and start our lives anew on the East Coast. You didn't have to come if you didn't want to, Abby. You know that."
Abby sighed. "I needed to get away from Charles. It's pathetic, after everything he put me through, I still love him. I still feel like we might get married one day."
Olivia turned in her seat to face Abby. "And if that ever happens, even against my wishes, I still won't leave your side. Hell, I'll probably whup his ass with a tire iron or something." Olivia joked.
The girls laughed, changing the subject to their classes and what they expected of their newfound freedom.
One thing was for certain; Princeton University had no idea what it was in for.
So this came to mind like an hour ago, and I wanted to see where I go with it. Let me know what you guys think, and I promise to keep writing You're The One That I Want. Reviews are loved and appreciated!