Author's note: SORRY! I've just been uninspired to continue this story, I hope you do forgive me though. I plan on finishing the story before the end of the year. Fingers crossed ! Song is "Every time you go"- Ellie Goulding.

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He was busy chugging his 4th can of beer at the ravine with his friends Owen and Bianca. They weren't his true friends, but he spent his time with them regardless. It was a superficial friendship- they felt comfortable in each others' presence, but never comfortable enough to really talk about much.

The beer in his hand was affecting his mood, made him spiral slowly down into a darker place. He just wanted to forget.

There she was. In his thoughts again. He was helpless- helplessly in love.

He didn't know it yet, although the beer was aiding his inevitable realization.

Now I'm tired of trying to keep you, all I want to do is sleep.

It wasn't normal. How the hell did a person like Imogen Moreno worm her way into his… heart? He wasn't even sure it existed until a few weeks ago.

As Owen rambled off on some girl he had been trying to get with, Fitz didn't make an effort to seem attentive. He just shrugged and walked away, deciding that he'd take the next beer while he was sitting.

He was crazy. He must've been, because Fitz could've sworn that he heard her voice right then and there.

Looking around, he saw her standing behind a tree with her head poking out to the side. She looked lost and slightly afraid.

With a soft groan, he stood up and held out his palm to stop Owen from harrassing her. Making his way over to where she was standing he raised a brow, "Thought this wasn't your scene, Moreno."

With a small smile, she replied, "I'm not here to play, Fitz- I'm here… with a warning". To add to her flair for the dramatics she put a hand on her heart and gazed off towards the "horizon".

I know that you're clever, and I don't ask for much.

Fitz smirked, he was used to her acting like this- but he knew that his other friends were curious as to why he wasn't making fun of her. Lowering his voice he spoke, "Go back to the hideout, I guess we can talk there- I'll meet you in…. 10 minutes or so."

"I'll hold you to that, Fitzgerald. You will not, stand me up for a second time- you hear?" She questioned with a new British accent.

Rolling his eyes at her, he nodded slightly before walking over to his friends and telling them that he had to head home before it got dark. They reluctantly agreed and let him go without badgering him too much, and he was on his way.

And we part with a letter, and it ends in my name.

She smiled to herself as she walked home. Imogen knew that she had made the right decision of telling Fitz, and was glad that he actually planned on following through with talking to her. However, she did still wonder as to why he didn't show up that one day- shrugging, she decided that she'd find out a way to get him to tell her.

I run a mount to meet you, when I knew a storm had come.

Running up her driveway and around the side of the house, she walked up the stairs to her deck and took a seat on one of the chairs.

Imogen heard footsteps approaching not too long afterwards. For such a strong person, he took quiet steps.

A small grin started forming on her face until she remembered the news that she had to deliver to him. He greeted her with a small nod as he took a seat next to her, pulling her legs onto his lap.

I know what you're thinking, it will never be the end.

This was natural, for them atleast. As the days went by, each of them fell into a more comfortable level with the other- which is why it surprised Imogen that he hadn't shown up that one afternoon.

She knew that he had to keep some secrets from her though, and she didn't hold it against him- after all, who was she to judge?

"Imo, what was so important that you had to track me down to the Ravine?", Fitz inquired as he rested his arms on her legs and toyed with his fingertips.

She inhaled deeply and began, "Eli's plotting against you", she paused as she heard him snort, "It's true- he made a list and he's started planning…just be careful, okay?"

Tape me up, then break me up- ever so gently, when I'm at my weakest.

He moved and began playing with the frayed ends of her jeans. Fitz wasn't worried, he'd endured far worse than anything that emo-boy could pull. "You'd think that he was in love with me, the way I spend so much time in his thoughts."

Fitz liked seeing her smile, usually she'd just smirk- but being able to see her white teeth against her dark lips, it was- breath taking.

No, wait- no. It wasn't. It couldn't be. This was Mark Fitzgerald we were talking about. He didn't like Imogen. It wasn't possi- No, it just couldn't happen.

Maybe we forgot all the things we are- we are together.

She couldn't help but laugh. This was the guy she wished the whole world could see. Secretly though, she was glad that he only opened up to her. She was afraid that if everyone knew what type of person he was- he'd leave her for them.

Imogen Moreno was usually selfless, giving her time and effort towards making other people happy. However, in this instance, she could be considered selfish beyond reason.

She craved more from him.

I really thought that we'd go further, the second time we'd meet.

It won't happen. She reminded herself, but she couldn't keep from hoping. Eli was out of her grasp for now, but Fitz- he wasn't so far off.

She just wished that it would happen, but she was too afraid of scaring him off to try anything.

Didn't know the price I paid for all the times I stayed.

He took in a deep breath and avoided her gaze. "I'm sorry that I didn't show up the other day…I just, had a lot on my mind."

She was silent, and he appreciated that.

"It's just that, I did stop by the day before- and … when were you going to tell me that you had a crush on Goldsworthy? Why'd you rat him out if you liked him?"

Tape me up, then break me so gently, while I'm at my weakest.

She didn't answer, and it hurt him. Even though he'd never admit it- not yet anyways, it still hurt. He made a movement to stand up, but she put a hand on his shoulder, "It's just a harmless crush. It's stupid, and I know- but I'd all but given up on being with who I really wanted. I understand that both were just … not meant to be."

He heard her voice shaking, and it caused him to grimace. She was the closest person to him- and he hated seeing her upset.

"Both? Wh-what do you mean, both?", he asked as he turned to look at her.

This time, she avoided his gaze until he brought his hand under her chin and lifted her head gently.

A slight blush appeared on her cheeks. She mumbled a quiet response. It was a short word, only three letters- but it changed everything. "You".

Maybe we forgot, are we awake or not?

Stunned. That was the only thing that could describe him at this point. A part of him felt satisfied, that emo-boy hadn't stolen all of her affection. Another part of him was genuinely happy, and a third part was left confused.

Why him? Rather than dwell on the unknown, he decided to act on his instincts.

Using the hand that was under her chin still, he guided her face towards his and gave her a gentle kiss. With anyone else, he might've started it rough- but this wasn't just anyone.

Wake me up, wake me up- stop my fall, every time you go.

She was ecstatic. Wrapping her arms around him, she deepened the kiss. Imogen was surprised at his carefulness. She had heard about his hook-ups countless times, from people around school- and from Mark, himself.

Imogen felt him respond to the kiss, and shivered as one hand rested on her hip- and the other trailed its way down to the small of her back, from underneath her chin.

As the kiss slowed in pace, but not in intensity- she lifted her lips off of his, and leaned forward so their foreheads were touching.

"So, what does this mean?", she asked in a whisper.

"I-I don't know", he replied honestly.

It's not so hard, every time you go.