I was thinking of making these little ficlets of mellitz stories. Ones surrounding their past as well as their present. Let me know what you think. (I continued it on this fic because I figured the first chapter could count as the "present" section.) enjoy! Any questions, you guys can tweet it to me canacafe_
She was nervous. Her parents had set up this meeting without telling her much about him. She knew his name was Fitzgerald and normally she would do a ton of research but she had no time. She put on her coat and headed to the car. Of course her mother said they were going to just have dinner with the Grants and that it was just a formality, but she knew better. Her mother wanted her to get married; maybe not with this Fitzgerald guy but she wanted her married off well.
"You look great!" Her mother exclaimed.
"Thank you." She got in the car.
"So tell me more about the Grants." She was interested.
Her mom filled her in about their political influence. She listened as she made remarks about how successful the family, particularly the father was. She slipped in some fun facts about their son here and there, pretending she wasn't trying to match-make. Again, she knew better.
Fitz had been late. His father was yelling for him to hurry up and that he had no respect for other people's time.
"It's just dinner with your friends. They're not my friends. I don't see why I have to be there."
"You ungrateful...!" He collected himself. "Listen, they're bringing their daughter and I would like for you to make her feel at home. Make connections. How are you going to run for governor one day if you can't even be on time for a dinner date? Hurry up and get dressed!" He stormed downstairs.
Fitz put on his clothes. "I'll be right there soon." He did want to be governor and someday even run for presidency, so he made an effort with his father's friends.
After meeting Jerry Grant, Mellie excused herself to visit the bathroom.
She walked across the hall looking for the bathroom. She should've asked for directions. As she was walking, she bumped into a very tall and brooding man.
"I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking." She held on to him, and tried not to fall over. Damn these heels.
"It's okay. I was in a rush. My father is waiting downstairs." He finally looked at her properly. She was beautiful. Shaped like a porcelain doll; beautiful blue eyes.
She replayed his words over and over. "Fitzgerald? Fitzgerald Grant?" She looked at him. Really looked. He was handsome.
"Yeah, that's me." He smiled at her. She seemed nice.
"I'm Mellie. My folks are right downstairs with your father."
"Mellie." He repeated.
"It's short for Melody. My mother is a big music enthusiast." She shrugged.
"It's very pretty." He noticed her cute chin dimple.
"Thank you Fitzgerald."
"You can call me Fitz."
"Okay. Fitz." She blushed and looked at the time. "I've been gone for a while, I should get going."
"What were you doing up here anyway?"
"I can't seem to find the bathroom." She giggled. "Big house ya know."
"Down the hall to your left. That's the closest one."
"Okay, so see you down there."
She walked past him.
"See ya." He exclaimed and stayed to watch her walk away. She had very nice assets.
Without turning around, she said, "it's not polite to stare."
He turned around quickly and laughed. "You know what? I'll wait for you right here and we'll go down together." He exclaimed.
She turned around. "Okay, I'll be right back." She practically skipped down the hall.
They walked into the dining room together. Jerry stood up. 'Oh I see you've met each other." He was smiling big.
Mellie spoke in her very polite southern manner. "Yes, he was nice enough to show me around."
"I'm glad!" Big Jerry walked over to her and took her hands and showed her to her seat.
"Actually I was thinking I could continue showing her around. It is a big house." He looked at her suggestively.
She blushed and looked at her mother.
Big Jerry spoke. "It's dinner time, she must be hungry."
"Actually I'm not that hungry Mr. Grant." She was lying. She was starving but spending time with Fitz seemed a lot more fun than dinner with her folks and Jerry.
Fitz reached out for her hand. "There you have it. You guys enjoy your dinner."
Mellie's mom smiled. 'You two behave now." She signaled for them to leave.
He showed her around the entire house and made sure to pay special attention to the bathroom, in case she got lost again. They're last stop was his room.
"And finally what you have been waiting to see. My natural habitat, the men cave. It's quite glorious if I may say so myself." He laughed. He ushered her inside.
"It's big!" she looked around the room. He was neat, that was a good sign. "Leave the door open please." She knew his type and took proper precautions.
"As you wish. For the record, I would've waited until the second meeting to make a move on you."
"Who said there was going to be a second meeting?"
"Come on, look at me!" He laughed.
So she looked. Thoroughly. "Modesty is not your forte I see." She raised an eyebrow but smiled at him.
"Eh!" he shrugged.
He heard her stomach grumble. "You are hungry. Come on; let's go get something to eat. Not with our parents though." He took her hand and led the way.
"What like a date?"
"Yeah, like a date." He smiled and stopped. He palmed her face and gave her a shy, but deep kiss. "This takes away the awkwardness." He said nonchalantly.
She stood there in shock. This night was going to be eventful.
