I know I haven't touched this story or any of my other ones in a while so sorry for that, but summer is now here so I should have more time on my hands and I promise I will get to updating my other stories ASAP. But for now, enjoy!
Chapter 3: A Little Bit Closer
"Piece of crap car!" Fitz hears as he comes out of the convenient store. He looks to the direction of the voice and sees Olivia angrily kick her tire and put her hands to her forehead, obviously way past frustrated.
He strolls over to her, smiling slightly. "Looks like you're having some car trouble."
She looks over at him and rolls her eyes. "I guess you could call a smoking engine car trouble…"
He smiles lightly. "Can I take a look?"
She gives him the go-ahead. After checking everything out, he gives her his diagnosis. "The engine overheated. I think your head gasket is blown. Sorry…getting it replaced is pretty expensive."
She curses under her breath and Fitz can't help but smirk at her little angry fit. When she sees him, she glares and asks, "You think this is funny? Shiit, I'm going to be late…"
He shakes his head. "No, my bad. I can call the guys at the auto repair shop to take care of it for you. I can also give you a lift to wherever you're going if you'd like?"
"Hmm…why are you being so nice today?" She asks suspiciously, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Because I can be a nice guy when I want to," he responds simply.
She stares back at him contemplatively for a long moment before sighing and murmuring, "Okay. Let me get my things and call my dad."
He nods. "I'll call the shop." Fitz managed to find a job within a week at the local auto repair shop and so far it hadn't been as bad as he thought it would be. He didn't totally hate what he had to do, it was something he was gifted at, and he got good pay.
He quickly explains the situation to Huck who tells him a tow truck will be down there as soon as possible and he also agrees to tell Jason that Fitz will be late. Once he finishes with the call, Fitz waits as Olivia goes back to her car to get her stuff and phone her father but when he looks back at her, he just so happens to get the perfect view of her ass. He lets out a low growl, imagining all the things he could do with that when she whips her head back to look at him.
He stares back at her nonchalantly. "You almost done?"
"Yeah. You in a hurry to get somewhere?" She asks, shutting her car door.
"Not particularly," Fitz says as they both sit inside the car.
"He didn't pick up which is odd, but I guess I'll just have to explain it to him when I get there. This sucks," she groans.
He gives her a pitying look. "So where are we going?" He asks as he starts driving out of the gas station.
"To town hall. My dad is making me work there for the summer," she tells him with a noticeable annoyed expression on her face. "So, you're going to turn right and then continue down on this road for a while. I'll tell you when to turn again."
He nods and they silently listen to the music for a while before he decides to make a little conversation.
"You can turn on the radio if you'd like," he suggests.
She shrugs and hits the power button but since Fitz forgot that he had plugged the aux cord into his phone, his music starts playing. He didn't really know how she'd react to his music but he didn't expect her to turn up the volume and slightly bob her head as Drake's "No Tellin'" fills his speakers.
"You have good taste," she says with a soft smile. "I didn't expect you to like this kind of music."
"Why, because I'm a white boy? I bet you expected country or something," he says, giving her a smirk. "I can't stand that stuff."
She lets out a short, nervous laugh. "Well, we have that in common."
"So, we both love partying, getting wasted, and we hate our fathers and country music."
She flashes him a smile that makes his stomach flutter. "It's not that I hate him, he just has this way of being strict and so controlling to the point where it's almost like I have no control over my own life. He feels like everything has to go his way and if it doesn't, he gets bent out of shape. It's the reason why I have to report to town hall and work there for the entire summer."
"That sucks, but I'm surprised that a future Yale student like you wouldn't jump at an opportunity to help run the town. Don't all you geniuses want to rule the world some day? It's a good start," he says sarcastically.
She rolls her eyes at him and groans. "Do you take anything seriously?"
"Not really," he says smugly.
"And how'd you even know I'm going to Yale? I never told you that."
"Your goofy little boyfriend told me," Fitz admits dryly. "What's his name? Harry or something like that…"
"Harrison? And he's not my boyfriend, I've known him since I was in diapers. He's like the brother I never had."
"Okay," Fitz says acceptingly, but he knew that she was going to be in for a pretty big shock once Harrison declared his undying love for her.
"But it's nice to see your making new friends. Hopefully your little bad boy tendencies won't rub off on them, though."
Bad boy? "No promises."
They drive in a comfortable silence, that is with the music still playing in the background, but as PARTYNEXTDOOR's "Sex On the Beach" starts to play and he actually listens to the lyrics, he can't keep his mind from fantasizing. He imagines them together, sitting on the beach as she straddles him and he runs his hands all over her beautiful skin. He would lay her down and take off all her clothes while making sure not a single inch of her body went untouched by his lips. And finally he would make sweet, slow, fire-hot love to her that would make her scream out his name begging for mo—
"Fitz, the turn is coming up," Olivia suddenly says, breaking through his thoughts.
"Oh…shiit," Fitz mutters, making the turn just in time. He quickly turns the music off and keeps it silent for the rest of ride, not wanting to get distracted again.
As they near town hall, Olivia leans in towards the windshield to get a closer look at the person who is standing confrontationally on the front steps of the building and curses under breath as they both come to the realization that this person is her father.
"He's going to kill me…"
"When were you supposed to be here?" He asks.
"At eight sharp." It was now 8:15.
"We'll just tell him your car broke down. He has to understand it wasn't your fault."
"My dad isn't really the understanding type," she murmurs as he pulls up to the steps. She gets out and starts towards her father, avoiding eye contact with him and slightly hanging her head. This makes Fitz feel bad and angry for her since just several minutes ago she was smiling and laughing with him and now just one look from her dad has taken all that away. He quick hops out of the car, ready to come to her defense as Eli says to Olivia, "Your first day and you can't even show up on time…"
"I can explain…" she begins to say.
"And what are you doing with him?" He questions her, looking at Fitz with a horrified expression on his face.
"Her car broke down at a gas station but the auto repair shop is taking care of it. Maybe if you had answered Olivia's call, she could've explained this to you," Fitz with a subtly indignant tone.
"Excuse me?" Eli says threateningly.
"Fitz." Olivia gives him a look to back off and he does, holding his hands up in a surrendering gesture and backing up a little to give them a little space.
"My engine overheated and the car started smoking. I tried to call you to tell you I was running late because of it. Fitz was nice enough to give me a lift. I'm sorry," she explains.
He stares between the two of them for a few seconds before sighing deeply and shaking his head. "Just come inside now. We have a lot to do. How long will it take for the car reparations?"
"It should be good by the end of the day," Fitz says.
"I can have Abby pick me up when I'm done here and then we'll come by the shop," Olivia tells Fitz and then turns to her father for permission, who nods and ushers her inside.
"I'll see you later then," Fitz says, glad at the fact that he'd get to see her again in several hours.
"Thanks…for everything," she tells him with a genuine smile before turning away.
Fitz starts walking back to the driver's side of his car but he's still able to hear Eli mutter to Olivia, "Yes, it was 'nice' of him to give you ride, but you shouldn't forget that he is just an average-at-best teenage boy that only has one thing on his mind. You may go pick up your car this evening but afterwards, I don't want to ever see you with him again. If I have to see that blue pick-up truck one more time I'm going to lose it."
Once he's done warning Olivia, he immediately looks over to Fitz and Fitz realizes that Eli actually meant for him to hear everything. But being the 'zero-fucks given' kind of person, all Fitz does is smile back smugly at Eli and give him a two-finger salute. He doesn't wait for Eli's glare but instead hops over his hood and gets back into his truck.
"You can't get rid of me that easily," Fitz mumbles as he turns his music back on as well as the volume, knowing that he was being an extreme asshole but at the moment, so was Eli. And with that, he drives off.
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Fitz enjoyed his new job, even though he sometimes got too sweaty and grimy for his own good. He had managed to find a friend in Huck, who was about two years older than Fitz and had decided to go right to work after high school. He didn't talk much but he was helpful towards Fitz and seemed like an alright guy. And there was Jason, the twenty-something year old, 6'4" army vet who actually owned the shop. He looked a little menacing and scary to approach at first glance but he was a fun, well-traveled guy to talk to and he had so many stories that made their monotonous moments working somewhat interesting.
At the moment it was nearing 6pm but the three of them had decided to stay behind to lock. Fitz's reason was to see Olivia one more time before the day ended, so even though he was tired from working long hours, the moment she pulled up with Abby, he suddenly felt rejuvenated.
"Hey," he greets her and Abby casually, as if he wasn't feeling a little jittery inside.
Olivia smiles back as Abby greets, "Hey…Fitz, is it?" and then giggles.
Olivia rolls her eyes and elbows her friend, like they had rehearsed the way they were going to greet him and Abby had completely botched it.
"Hello, Olivia, I haven't seen you around here in quite some time," Jason says in a friendly way, but with a rather predatory gleam in his eyes that was making Fitz a little uncomfortable, but he decides to brush it off. "Are you looking for MJ?"
"Um, no…I'm here for my car. Is it ready?" She asks, turning to Fitz with a urgent look in his eyes.
"Uh, yeah…on the other side of the lot," Fitz says, feeling the awkward air between Olivia and Jason. He wondered how they knew each other. "Here, I'll take you."
She turns to Abby and tells her friend she'll be alright. As Abby heads back to her car, Olivia and Fitz take off to the other side of the lot to go get her car.
"Thanks for doing this. I'm sorry my dad was such a jackass to you earlier," she tells him as they walk.
"It's fine. It wasn't your fault or anything," he assures her and she nods.
Once they get to the car, Fitz shows her the reparations and that the car is fully functional and he is once again able to see that perfect smile on her face that he was coming to love.
She gives him a check written by her father and sits in the car. "This is great! It's like there was never anything wrong in the first place."
"I'm glad you like it, your Highness."
She rolls her eyes with a smirk and closes the door but before she gets ready to drive off she hesitates for a second or two before turning back to him and asking, "Are you doing anything this evening?"
"Not really. Why?" Was she trying to ask what he thought she was trying to ask?
"Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to just do something…like with me…together, I mean. Not like a date or anything just…something fun."
"You're really not that good at this, are you?" He says sardonically.
"Good at what?"
"Asking people out."
She sighs, looking a little embarrassed. "This isn't a date. I just thought we could hang out…I still feel really bad about this morning and I kinda want to make it up to you," she says with a guilty expression.
As much as he wanted to say yes, he was still worried about getting her into more trouble with her father. "But what about your dad? Isn't he going to flay us both alive if he sees or even hears about us hanging out together?"
"I don't care about what my dad thinks. I want to do this, so let me worry about it. Please?" She asks, staring at him with those big brown eyes and making her lips extra pouty. He couldn't say no to that.
"I get off in five. Just wait here," he tells her, giving in.
She beams triumphantly at him and agrees to wait. Fitz hurries back to the front of the shop, struggling not to smile too much. No girl had ever had this effect on him. He was usually the seducer, not the seducee, and even though he tried to play it as cool as possible, the more time he spent around her, the more he wanted of her.
So, I hope y'all liked this chapter. I know it was kind of short but I just felt like posting today. "The Girl in the White Dress" will be next, I promise (hopefully). Leave your thoughts/comments for me. Thanks for reading!
