Thinking of him
Thinking of him
Sometimes it seems I spend every moment of my waking day
Thinking of him
Making him laugh, sometimes
Making him strong, sometimes
Making him feel some place in the light is his
Telling him just how special he is
Thinking of him
Thinking of him
Telling the truth when no one is willing to tell him the truth
Fighting for him
Living for him
Thinking it over, that's what I think I do
Well isn't it time
Isn't it high time
I was thinking of me, too -Thinking of Him Curtains the Musical

Pope Thinks I'm Amazing

Friday morning

He dreaded it. He didn't want to go back home and he defiantly didn't want to leave her. He missed his flight the other night, he didn't care he wouldn't regret spending the entire day with Olivia. Every year for his mother's birthday, they would have a birthday gala - so his father called it. It was family, friends and of course, the politicians from all over. Every year on her birthday was another reason for him to pick up a glass of scotch. Everyone seemed to enjoy the non stop chatter and the overly decorated venue except him. He hit his alarm for the third time and rolled out of bed. His hair was disheveled and his silk pajamas bottoms were barely hanging on him. He shuffled to the bathroom doing his daily morning routine. He was tired. Not physically but emotionally. He wanted more than what he was doing. Everything was on autopilot, he's entire life was planned out from the moment his head left off of his pillow. Nothing exciting ever happen to him, and since he is a Grant that was how things was meant to be. That all changed meeting Olivia, again. For once he had something new in his life, something he had no doubt that would make living a lot better. He got dressed and headed to the airport. He stopped by Starbucks and got his usually. Venti black coffee. The airport was light so making his way to his terminal wasn't a hassle at all. He settled in a seat close to the window and pulled out his book, hopping to read a few chapters.

She laid in bed watching Pretty Woman. She left the movie on the night before and she decided to finish it up. Watching as if she had never seen the movie before, her phone started to vibrate atrociously on her night stand. She stretched her little arms to the night stand but failed at grabbing it. She grunted and rolled over closer to the night stand and picked up her phone.

"Hello."

"Hi."

She smooth her hair down with her free hand as if he could see her through the phone.

"I'm about to board the plane, I promised you I would call before I left."

"Yes, you did."

They both held the phone enjoying the peaceful silence between them. This was new to both but they enjoyed it none the less.

"You should go."

"I should. Can I be honest?"

"Shoot."

"I don't want to go. What if you find a new beau and you run away with him. I'd be heart-broken." Olivia started laughing holding the phone away from her ear as she grabbed her stomach.

"What?! Don't laugh at my pain!"

"I'm sorry you are, you are too much Fitzgerald."

"I know. I really got to get going now. See you later Liv."

"See you later Fitz."

They both reluctantly ended the call. Holding the phone close to their ears, the count down to see each other again started at that moment.

Friday Night

"Oh Fitzgerald, you look splendid son. So good to see my boy again! You barely see your dear old mother anymore, come give me a hug." His mother pulled him in for a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. He loved his mother dearly but hated the lifestyle he was born into.

"Governor Veit, this is my son Fitzgerald."

"Nice to meet you Fitzgerald, your father has told me a lot about you."

I bet like hell he did

"Oh is that so." Fitz said through a faux smile.

"Yes indeed he said that in a few more years you will be running for governor yourself, it's about time we've had a republican back in office." Fitz shoved his hands in his pockets trying to keep himself grounded.

"Excuse me Governor Grant, my mother in law is on her fifth glass of champagne, nice meeting you third." The governor smiled brightly and sped off to attend to his mother in law.

"I know what you are thinking, I can see that damn vein about to explode. You are meant for this Fitzgerald, stop trying to fight me every step of the way."

"I am not going to discuss this with you, leave me the hell alone."

Big Gerry grabbed Fitz forearm but before he could say anything Fitz pulled away from him.

He walked away swiftly as quick as he could away from Big Gerry. He needed fresh air, he needed to be alone. Headed toward the door he picked up a glass of champagne from the tray and downed the fine drink.

"Thank you." Placing the glass back on the tray he reached the door and felt the cool refreshing air whip him across the face. He spotted a bench and settled for the spot. He took a seat and rested his head in his heads, not caring who would see him, not caring at all.

"Well I'll be a monkeys uncle. Is that stormy I see pouting out here all alone."

Fitz shot up his head and saw the small woman. She had her hair tied back neatly into a French braid and an emerald-green dress.

"Mama Grace." Fitz felt a calming feeling wash over him.

"It's me in the flesh stormy. Come here and give me a hug." Fitz stood to his feet and gave the woman a strong hug. After all these years, she still smelled like the sweet potato pie she use to spoil him with.

"Oh my boy still got the best hugs ever." She sat down on the bench and patted him to sit down next to her.

"Stormy, I thought you would grow out of this. How old are you know? 31? Son you have to find happiness, don't let Gerry get you down."

"I know mama, I try to come back and see mother but every time I do he always throws these toxic plans of me running for governor."

The old woman grabbed his hand and held it.

"Do you remember why I called you stormy?"

"Because you said my eyes reminded you of the storms that use to roll by."

"Mmhm. The next time I see you, I want to call you Fitz. You can't live your life pleasing other people baby, you will never be happy." Fitz hesitated a little, thinking if he should tell her.

"Mama, I met someone." He said sighing.

"Oh sweet honey, please tell me it's not that heifer Millicent Conrad. Dear lord that child was, is reckless."

Fitz laughed squeezing her hand.

"No mama, her name is Olivia."

"What a beautiful name. You know that name is a symbol of beauty, She must be lighting my stormy weather up huh." She gave him a playful nudge and a sweet little laugh that made him smile even bigger.

"Yes she does. I spent all day with her yesterday, we've been moving pretty fast and before I left I told her when I come back, I want to know if she and I can be together."

"She will say yes, Fitz you are a good man. A better man than I could ever dream of. When you and this Olivia get your stuff together, you bring her home ya hear?"

"Yes mama."He said smiling more than he had since the night before.

"Good. Mama wants to see her boy bring home some grandchildren. That way I can see them and make sure they turn out like their daddy."

"They will, you taught me well mama."

"I tried. I can't take all the credit."

Fitz rested his head on her shoulder. She was his mama. She took care of him from one to 18. She was his nanny, his mama, his everything when he had nothing.

"Now come on and go back into that party, I need to go home, too much excitement for one night. Your folks know how to keep an old hen up." The old woman stood up and hugged him tight.

"I love you Fitzgerald. You come back and see me you hear?"

"Yes ma'am, will you make your sweet potato pie when I come back?"

"Yes boy I will, one for Olivia and one for you." Fitz smiled and said his good byes. He watched as Mama Grace headed out. She was probably still helping other families around the area out. Everyone wanted Mama Grace as their nanny, she never let her age keep her down. Fitz stood up and adjusted his tie and checked his watch.

Just two more hours, I can do this

Saturday Morning

"Fitzgerald. Morning good that you decided to stay and have brunch." Big Gerry said greeting his son. "Come on we have visitors." Fitz obeyed and followed him into the dinning area. What crossed his sight of vision made his head spin.

"Hi Fitzgerald." The woman said with a huge grin."

"You remember Millicent. Robert Conrad's daughter. I invite them over for brunch." Fitz was fuming. He wanted to chunk Gerry across the table.

*still up to the same dirty tricks*

"Third, sit honey, sit by Millicent."

"Oh call me Mellie Mrs. Grant!" Mellie and Mrs. Grant shared an utterly disgusting grin that fitz wished he could smack off of both of them.

"Oh Mellie you are a doll! Call me Darlene honey."

Fitz sat in the chair while Mellie and his mother conversed like old girlfriends finally reuniting after a decade.

"So Mellie what are you up to these days?"

"Oh Big Gerry I've been well. I'm helping my father with the law firm." She said taking a sip out of her glass of orange juice.

"Well that's great, your boyfriend is a lucky man." Big Gerry kicked Fitz in the sheen signaling for him to talk more. Fitz simple crosses his left leg and sat back.

"Oh, Big Gerry, I don't have a gentleman caller, unfortunately I am single."

"Third is single too! Maybe you too should go out on a date!" Fitz mother said whipping the corners of her mouth, winking at fitz in the process.

"Yeah, that would great. Fitzgerald, ask to take out Millicent."

"No."

"No?!" Big Gerry and Darlene both said very well above a calming tone.

"That's right, no. Millicent you seem like a (pain in the ass and I would never EVER fall for your scheme) quaint woman but I have someone special back at home. Excuse me I have a flight to book." Fitz rose from the table and smirked at the steaming Big Gerry.

"Don't you ever in your life disrespect me and your mother in front of company." Big Gerry spewed waving his arms around.

" I'm sorry I have a girlfriend and I wouldn't want to give Millicent the wrong impression." Gerry rolled his eyes and groaned.

"Oh stop your bitching Third. What girlfriend? You never told me such a thing. Mellie is a great girl you two dated in high school."

"No, we went to a football game together with mutual friends. Not a date and like I said I wouldn't cheat on Olivia."

"Olivia? Olivia Spencer? Joey Spencer's daughter? The senator of Colorado? Oh son you did it this time! That's my fucking boy! You did it man way to keep it in politics."

Fitz laughed as Big Gerry huge him.

"I have things to do. Good-Bye."

"Bye Fitzgerald. You always see the right way to go!"

"Yeah, Pope thinks I'm amazing."

Gerry ignored his sons last comment and led him out of the house. Happy that for once his son did something right.

Saturday Night

"So his brother wants to come to Florida with us and I'm just like nuh huh, that is not going to fly." Abby walked next to Olivia ranting about how pissed she would be if Stephen let his brother join them on vacation.

"That would be a buzz kill, just tell him that you will be upset if Mason tags along."

"Upset? No Liv, I will be livid! I remember the last time he was with us he was a pest! Goodness, and he has a big case of boy funk, black cherries?"

"Oh no! That is terrible, yes cherries is a must." The two women continued through the grocery story shopping for their goods. On weekends they always had a girls day in or out, depending on their moods. Tonight would be a night with just the two of them, food and chick flicks.

"I'm choosing this brand of cinnamon rolls, last time you grabbed the ones with raisins."

Abby said grabbing a can of cinnamon rolls.

"Oh shit."

"What is it?"

Olivia jerked the buggy and Abby to the next aisle over.

"What!"

"Keep your voice down, it's Edison."

Abby peaked behind the rack of little Debbie cakes and got a swat on her butt from Olivia.

"Don't! What are you trying to do? Come on!"

Abby rubbed her butt as she followed Olivia down the aisle.

As they neared the end, a tall man with a Celtics t-shirt on appeared in front of them.

"Olivia, Abby. Hello."

Olivia perched her lips together before she said anything.

"Hey Edison."

"How are you? I was wondering if we could maybe hang out this weekend. Catch a movie or go out eat."

"Basically a date." Olivia said staring at him with clear annoyance.

"Yes, basically a date."

"I'm sorry I can't."

"Why not? I'm single your single."

Oh my goodness. I am single! Well kind of. No no no I am not single

"I'm ta-"

"She has a boyfriend." Abby Whelan to the rescue.

Edison's smile faded away quicker than the paranoia in Olivia searching for the right words.

"I didn't know you were seeing someone, who is he?"

Are you kidding me? It's none of your business

"Something's must be kept to yourself."

"Ah, I see okay good-bye then." Edison backed away running into a box of tangerines.

"Poor thing."

"I know Abby! I feel so bad but I don't like him and he just doesn't get the hint!"

"I have some friends that can take care of him."

Olivia rolled her neck to the left facing Abby with a rambunctious look.

"Abigail."

"I'm just saying, your pest problems could disappear, literally."

"You have no soul Whelan."

"So I've been told, and apparently I am the poster girl for Wendy's as well."

Olivia's head flew back as she let out a loud laugh, for a small woman like herself, she had a powerful laugh.

"Come on let's check out and head back to my house."

"I want red this time." Abby said picking up a bottle of finger nail polish.

"Of course you want red." Olivia said chuckling lightly. She took the polish out of Abby's hands and unscrewed the cap.

"Right hand please."

Abby extended her hand to Olivia, placing it gently on Olivia's thigh.

"Have you talked to your new man?"

"This morning, his not my man."

"Oh but he will be Olivia."

"I don't who knows what will happen. I won't dwell on it if it doesn't work out. "

Abby pulled her hand away making Olivia look up at her with a frown.

"You like him Olivia. You really like him and he likes you. Stop being a wuss and just let go and let flow. Olivia I want to see you happy and in the span of 2 days I've seen a glow on you. A glow that comes from someone who is immensely happy. Does he make you happy Olivia?"

Olivia felt the blood rush to her cheeks and could feel her hands getting clammy.

"Yes." She whispered.

"Okay then. Go for him. Don't hold back on him either Olivia, you have to give him a little to earn an ocean."

Olivia burst into laughter

"You mean give him an inch and he will give me a mile?"

"Yeah whatever same thing, you know what I was meaning." Abby said popping a cherry in her mouth.

"Give me your hand so I can finish." Abby gave her left hand and continued to ruffle through the bowl with her right.

"Want one?" She said holding one up. Olivia nodded finishing a coat on Abby's middle finger.

"I'll be fitz, here Livvie Livvie let me feed you!" Abby said wagging the cherry in Olivia's face.

"Put it in already!"

"Ooo such a naughty thing! I like to test out your mystical powers."

"What the hell Abby? When will you ever grow up?"

"Mmm never!" Abby dropped the cherry in Olivia's mouth and made started laughing like a villain.

"You love me Liv, don't fake the funk."

"I fake nothing. I do love you Abby. You are my best friend." Olivia patted Abby's hand letting her know that she was done. "I love you too Olivia." Abby shook her head sided to side and fanned her face.

"I will not cry Olivia!"

"We haven't even put in a movie and you are already crying!"

"Shut up and get the movie started." Olivia kicked her lightly as she got up. She fetched the cinnamon rolls that were cooling off and returned with the cinnamon rolls in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, ready to top their night off.

Sunday Morning

"Smells like our old dorm Liv!" Abby said stretching her limbs every which direction.

"Yeah remember when we had that huge party and the next morning you woke up and made muffins for everyone!"

"That was a fun night, that was the night I meet Stephen."

"Yeah, and that was the day I had to throw away my favorite pillow due to his drool trail." Abby flicked Olivia's arm and folded her arms. Olivia stopped the mixer and looked at her friend.

"What you wanted to make out with a drool drenched pillow full of Stephen saliva?"

"YES! He was probably dreaming of me when he drooled, it's cute!"

"No it's desperate and disturbing." Olivia shook her head repeatedly as she started the mixer back up.

"Oh wow, we slept really late! Its already 3. Did you know that?"

"Yeah I did we killed two bottles of Moscato we deserved the rest." She said watching the pancake mix make a perfect circle.

"Hell no. Olivia Pope never sleeps in. Weekends included. Oh my! You talked to him didn't you!?"

"Silencio!"

"Ooohh no you didn't! You talked to him last night and you didn't tell me?! That's low Olivia." Abby made a pout face and hopped on to the counter.

"What?" Olivia said looking innocent as possible.

"Spill, Liv."

"Ugh okay fine. He called me last night..."

Olivia felt her phone vibrate under her pillow, she fondled around underneath it trying to find its uncompromising place very close to Abby's pillow. She grabbed it and held it in her hand at first. She wiggled her self out of the pallet she and Abby made in her living room and went out to the patio to answer the call.

It's him.

"Yes."

"Hi Liv."

"Hi Fitz. Is everything okay?"

Fitz took a huge breath before speaking again.

"I hate my family, I'm surrounded by hounds."

"Oh I'm sure it's not that bad."

"Not that bad? Ha! Oh trust me it is. All of the big talk during my mother's party and how my dad wanted me to take the snobbiest woman in Santa Barbra out to dinner."

Olivia was eerily silent. He immediately regretted his word vomit.

"I said no Olivia. I told him I have a girlfriend back home. I wouldn't do that to you Livvie."

I did the same thing yesterday with Edison. I guess we are even.

"I told someone I was taken."

Fitz rose up in his bed and ran his hand through his messy curls.

"You did what?"

"This guy yesterday asked me out on a date, I told him no because I had a boyfriend I don't like him any how. Don't worry Fitz I won't run away with him or anyone else for that."
Olivia felt like a little school girl talking to Fitz. He could make her blush so fast.

Fitz let out an audible sigh of relief.

"Well that is wonderful to hear."

"Livvie?"

"Yes?"

"I miss you."

"I don't"

Her voice sounded harsher than she wanted it to.

"Lying will get you no where Livvie."

"You know I miss you." She whispered.

"You calm me Olivia. Just talking to you makes me forget how terrible everything has been going."

"That's good, I'm glad I can help you. Are you at home?

"Yes I'm in my room looking at how sad these walls look. You know I couldn't even put up posters?"

"Really?"

"Yeah I had this Bruce Springsteen poster when I was 17 I tried to pin it up, my dad almost kicked me out of the house saying "there is no room for a rebellious punk in this household." Fitz made a perfect impersonation of his father. Olivia didn't know if she should laugh or apologize for his fathers short temper.

"It's okay Livvie, I'm okay."

"Okay. Fitz?"

"Yeah Livvie?"

"Go to bed. I know you are exhausted."
Fitz smiled knowing that his Livvie knew him all so well.

"Alright good-night."

"Good-night."

"Wait."

He said huskily.

"What."

"Livvie, baby I, I L-"

"Don't. Don't say it. I want you to tell me in person. "

"Yes Livvie. Can you do something for me?"

Olivia exhaled and mumbled "Yes"

"Kiss?"

Olivia let a small laugh escape from her lips. Fitz counted to three and kissed their end of the receiver.

"Mmm I guess that will have to hold me over until I see you again."

" Fitzgerald."

"Fine. See you soon Livvie."

"You too Fitz."

Fitz held onto his phone and looked at his screensaver. It was the picture of her modeling next to the mermaid statue. He smiled at the photo and closed his eyes with one thing running over and over in his head.

I love you Olivia

Olivia held her phone close to her chest and took a deep breath. She stood up and walked back inside with one thing runing through her mind.

I love you too Fitz

"Aw so he had a bad day in hearing your voice got him through it? Goodness when is the wedding." Abby said gazing dreamily at Olivia.

"Woah there, I don't know about marriage. One step at a time remember."

"Yes that is true but you are the almighty Olivia Carolyn Pope who skips steps at times."

"Not true I just walk fast."

"Right." Abby got down from the counter as Olivia handed her a plate. The two women ate their pancakes in silence typing away on their phones.

"Alright. My aunt needs me to pick up my cousin. I'll see you later Liv. Thanks for breakfast and last night."

"Never a problem." Olivia and Abby hugged each other and Abby left the apartment. Olivia was now all alone.

Monday Afternoon

"Hey do you see my name tag?"

"You left it on your apron in your locker."

"Oh shit that's right. Ugh I really didn't want to go in today."

Olivia and Abby shared the mirrors fixing their hair. Olivia was at Abby's place. They went swimming that morning with Abby's cousin and a few other friends.

"Me either hopefully we won't be too busy tonight." Abby smooth any lumps she had in her hair and flipped her ponytail.

Olivia added her final coat of mascara and the two friends went off to work.

Monday Night

"Thanks Abby, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Stephen day tomorrow. Wednesday for sure."

"Oh well isn't that something."

"Sorry, I still love you!"

"Yeah yeah whatever. Hurry home and change your pants, that coffee smells horrible." Olivia said closing the door. The night went by quick due to the fact it wasn't busy. Abby did manage to make it a hilarious night, she spilled a cup of coffee trying to do the butt bump with Robin. Olivia unlocked her door and went inside relieved to be back home. She locked the locks and set her alarm headed to the shower. She let the water run all over her. She was so tired she even sat down as the shower head sprayed her with steaming hot water. She couldn't stop thinking about him. While serving a customer, her legs almost gave out as she saw a man who looked like him from the back. It was just Monday meaning 3 more days left. Turning off the water Olivia reached for her towel and dried off. She put on an XL Lake Highlands swim team t-shirt on, from her high school that swallowed her Petite body completely, and settled for black boy shorts. She walked throughout her apartment checking the patio lock. Turning off the lamp in the living room she headed to bed wishing she wasn't going to sleep alone.

Xxxxxx

Olivia jumped up hearing the door bell ringing. She thought she was imagining things but realized it was in fact her doorbell and not her wondering imagination. She checked her clock on her night stand and got up.

"Who is it?"

No answer.

"Who is it."

No answer in a doorbell sounded again.

Olivia looked out the peep whole and with out hesitation opened the door.

"Hi."

"Hi."

Fitz smiled at Olivia and her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach.

"I just had to see you first."

"I thought you were coming back Thursday?"

"Nope. Got everything taken care of. There was no need for me to stay there."

Olivia's eyes lingered over ever inch of his body.

I've missed him so much

"Come in."

Reunited and it feels so goooddd lol hope you all enjoyed it xox