Raised By Wolves


January

Today I decided to go to Pizza Leslie and keep Fitz company until he got off of work so we could hang out.

"Hey, babe." He said kissing my head.

"It's freezing out there!" I said, taking off my jacket, noticing the sudden change of climate.

"I get off in a few minutes. You can just sit here and wait if you want." He said carrying a pepperoni with anchovies pizza on a tray.

"Sure thing my working man." I smiled.

After serving a few more pizzas to his rowdy costumers, he was finally off of work.

We were walking to The Dot.

I was so cold. Fitz wrapped his arms around me trying to keep me warm. I'm Canadian, why is this a problem? (A/N: My boyfriend is Canadian and when its cold he practically wears shorts and still radiates heat. So that is where that came from.)


I was trying to keep her warm when I noticed this suspicious guy walking by.

He looked her up and down. I felt my blood thicken.

As he passed by I noticed him reach down and grab my girlfriend's ass.

Who does that?

"Excuse me?" Imogen said turning around to face the guy.

He said nothing, like the coward he is.

I punched him. It was as if all of the anger I'd ever had I let out on this guy. This random guy, that caught the feel of my girlfriend.

I just began hitting him. Just like Nathan had done to me.

"Fitz! It's okay! Come on!" Imogen pulled me away. Tears were running madly down my face.

"You're crazy!" The guy screamed.

"It's going to be okay."

We decided to go to my house instead of the Dot. She had to hold me otherwise I don't think I would've made it there.

When we got there I knew she was going to make me talk.

"Will you explain to me what that was about, please?" She asked.

"I don't know. It was like everything that I ever bottled up, everything that ever made me mad, all my feelings towards Nathan, I just took out on him." The tears started to fall again.

She kissed my cheek. "Its okay."

I kissed her. This kiss was different than any of our other kisses, it was more... needy.

I felt her pull me back so I was on top of her. She held my face in her delicate hands. I felt her deepen the kiss even more. Our tongue were in a battle to the death. I rubbed my hand down her back as I slowly crawled my way closer to her.

She traced her hand down my chest. I laid myself down and scooped my hand around her waist. We continued to kiss, every second the kiss would get more passionate. I heard her stifle a slight moan.

"I love... you." She said between kisses. I broke it off. "I love you too." I smirked then continued kissing her face off.

We ended our make out session with a single peck.

"I like your room." She said, still underneath me.

My room was an off white color with numerous posters on the walls.

"I'm sorry about what happened earlier." I said. "Don't be. I try to take it as a compliment."

"Just think: In a few months we can get our own place and spend the rest of our lives together." I smiled at the thought. Only Forever didn't seem long enough for Imogen and me.

When I was younger my mom use to tell me 'At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world, six billion souls. And sometimes... all you need is one.'

As I slowly became the evil man at war with good threw the years, I realized something.

Imogen is my one.

I kissed the top of her forehead before we went to sleep.


Yes that was a One Tree Hill quote :) I heard it, and I loved it.