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Chapter 11: A Night To Remember Pt. 1

After her parents left for Tampa, Olivia had Abby drop her off at Cynthia's house to get her hair done for her date with Fitz. Her parents had given her the usual set of rules—be safe, don't stay out too late, and most of all, don't have anyone over—one of which she might break and one she was definitely going to break because while safety was a priority, she had no idea how long she'd be out and there was no way she wasn't going to take advantage of the opportunity to have Fitz all to herself in the comfort and secrecy of her home, especially after she had just spent the past half hour shaving her body hairless.

She asked Fitz to pick her up from Cynthia's around 6pm so that they could start the date as soon as her hair was done but mostly so that Cynthia could finally meet Fitz.

"I just don't understand why you didn't tell me," Cynthia says, as they discuss Olivia's parents, specifically her mom, finding out about her relationship with Fitz from the hairdresser.

Olivia sighs. "Because I knew that if I told you why my dad didn't like him, you might not approve either."

"Well, what did he do?"

"It doesn't matter now…" Olivia says quietly but she can almost sense Cynthia rolling her eyes and shaking her head as she runs the curling iron through Olivia's hair. "Seriously, he's not that way anymore. He's trying to be better, in fact, we're having dinner with my parents next week."

"How'd you get your dad to agree to that?"

"My mom was actually pretty adamant about meeting Fitz. She kind of forced him into it…and I guess in a way I also forced Fitz into it," Olivia says, feeling a little guilty.

"I can imagine how intimidated he must feel."

"Yeah…my parents can be somewhat intense. But he thinks he can handle it so we're going to give it a go."

"Well, I hope everything goes well and even if it doesn't, if you and Fitz are meant to be it will work out. I can see how much you care about him."

Olivia smiles subtly. There's a long silence as she ponders the subject of what she's about to say next. "So…do you think it's too soon for me to start sleeping with him? Because that's kind of where I feel things are heading."

"Has he been pressuring you?" Cynthia asks in low and wary tone that parents used when they knew something was up.

"No, not at all," Olivia says quickly. "He's being really patient about everything but I may have hinted at wanting to take things to the next level. It's like, I look at him and I just want to rip all of his clothes off and take him right where we stand. It's getting harder and harder for me to hold back but I'm still nervous about it. You know, I had a dirty dream about us about a week? I've said too much…" Olivia says, just realizing that she was running her mouth. "Please never repeat anything I just said to anyone ever."

Cynthia laughs. "I won't say a thing. And if you think that now is the right time to move on to the next step with Fitz then you should trust your gut—just make sure you're safe about it. The last thing you want or need is having to think about a baby right before you go off to college."

Olivia nods. "I know—and I am safe. I'm already on birth control."

Cynthia smiles. "Smart girl."

Olivia appreciated that she had someone she could talk to about these things. Her mother hadn't even had an official talk or really any talk at all with her about sex or boys. One day she just came into Olivia's room, handed her a pack of pills and told her to take them everyday because she knew Olivia was 'getting to that stage of life and needed to use protection'. Olivia stopped using them a while ago since she had no use for them without a boyfriend or friend with bennies but now that Fitz was in her life, she had a reason.

"I think we'd make really cute babies, though," Olivia says with a devious smile.

"Sweetie, don't even go there," Cynthia says, shaking her head but chuckling.

Five minutes later, the doorbell rings just as Cynthia finishes and at the sound of bell, Cynthia sprouts up from her couch in anticipation and rushes to answer the door. She swings it open to reveal Fitz standing on the doorstep, wearing a white v-neck, a denim jacket, and tan chino pants. He had gelled his hair a little to tame down his Superman curl, and for a moment she just marveled at how much he looked like a sexy, teen heartthrob from the 80s with the denim, gelled hair, and high-top converse. Though, what stood out most to her and made her heart swell with delight was the bundle of roses in his hand. Just the sight of his iridescent blue eyes making contact with hers gave her goosebumps, but this chivalrous gesture was enough to make her swoon.

He licks his lips at the sight of Olivia but notices Cynthia surveying him like a curious parent, so rips his eyes away from Olivia, reluctantly, and gives his attention to Cynthia.

"Uh, hi. You must be Cynthia," he says politely with his trademark smooth smile. He sticks out his right hand to her. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Cynthia seems somewhat surprised but charmed at Fitz's charismatic behavior, smiling back amicably as she shakes his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, too, Fitz. Come in," she says, stepping aside.

Fitz makes his way into the house, focusing his attention back on Olivia, his eyes glued to her. "You look amazing," he says in a dazed tone but she felt the same way because she was dazed from him just looking at her.

She smiles shyly. "Thanks…you don't look too bad yourself," she says, making him grin. They stare at each other from across the room and it's as if time just stops and nothing around them exists—that is until they hear the sharp noise of Cynthia clearing her throat.

"Let me just give you a little more hairspray and a few more touch ups and then you lovebirds can enjoy your night," Cynthia says with a small laugh, making both Olivia and Fitz blush. Olivia makes her way back to the chair as Fitz tentatively walks deeper into the house. "Um, I brought some chocolates for you, Cynthia…if you want them," he fades off, whipping a small rectangular box of chocolates out of his jacket, timidly holding it out to her.

Cynthia beams. "Oh, my, how sweet of you. Just set them down on that table, honey."

Fitz smiles back and does as she says, rubbing his freed hand against his pants and tapping his foot anxiously. Even though she wasn't Olivia's mom, Olivia could tell that Fitz's confident demeanor was a little off at the moment because he knew how important Cynthia was to her and he wanted to leave a good impression. Which is why Olivia flashes Fitz a reassuring smile to tell him he was doing great and he smiles back as relief floods his face.

"So, Fitz, what do you have planned for this evening?" Cynthia asks, trying to make small talk.

"Oh, um, I'm going to take Livvie to dinner, then we'll head to the big 4th of July fest right outside of town, and then to a little party that one of our friends is hosting," he explains simply, but Olivia knew that there was nothing 'little' about a party that was so wild it had once been featured on a major news station—at least that's what happened the year before. "And afterwards, I'll take her home."

And hopefully stay and do some very naughty things with and to her until the next morning, Olivia adds in her head. Cynthia nods. "Oh, that's nice…but I have to ask, how long will you two be out? I'm presuming you have a curfew of some sort," she says, looking expectantly at Fitz who vigorously nods. "Oh, yes, of course. No later than midnight."

She raises her eyebrows at him. "Midnight?"

His cheeks flush and Olivia can tell he's getting nervous again. "Oh, no…actually, maybe ten o' clock would be better—" Fitz begins to say but he's interrupted by Cynthia bursting into laughter, stopping him dead in his tracks and looking confused as hell. If Olivia wasn't facing away from Cynthia, she would've given her a death glare.

"Oh, the look on your face. Fitz, relax—it's a holiday, you two are young, and I know you guys are going to probably be out all night partying and…doing other things…" Cynthia says in a tone that definitely wasn't inconspicuous. She might as well have just said we were going to be screwing, Olivia thinks to herself. "Just remember to be safe, though."

But Cynthia's little comment seems to just go over Fitz's head as he nods and smiles lightly. "Of course."

"Great. Liv, you're good to go."

"Thanks," Olivia says, getting off the chair and giving Cynthia a slight glare but all the hairdresser does in response is shrug in a way that said 'I couldn't help myself' as she hands Olivia her purse.

"If you guys need anything or get into trouble, Liv has my number so don't be afraid to call," Cynthia tells them as they make their way to the door. Fitz slides his arm around Olivia's waist and she could tell that he was still being extra careful because his arm was a tad higher than usual but she was just glad to be in his embrace again.

"Thank you. And it was great to finally meet you," Fitz says. "I hope you enjoy the chocolates."

She smiles as she opens the door. "I intend to. You two have fun!"

Olivia looks back at Cynthia one last time and catches her holding up all ten fingers and a thumbs up. As the young couple steps out, Olivia can't help but smile and mouth back, "I know."


Fitz is finally able to take a breath and cool down once they step out into the refreshing evening air and Cynthia closes her door.

"Well, shit…" Fitz says with a short laugh as he exhales. "That was a little nerve-racking. How'd I do?"

She chuckles. "Babe, you did great. She likes you. And the chocolates were a nice touch," she says, winking at him.

He smiles. "I thought so. And speaking of which…" He lifts up the small bouquet of roses and presents them to her. "For you, beautiful."

Her face lights up again as she takes the roses and he pulls her in closer to him, his arms slipping down to their normal position on the small of her back. "Thank you, kind sir," she tells him, admiring the flowers and then wrapping her hands around the back of his neck.

She was truly stunning in a casual but sexy strapless red and black dress. Her hair was in flirty, flowing curls and she wore minimal make up, not that she needed any in his opinion. And he loved the way she felt in his arms, with her soft skin and her sweet scent.

He presses his lips to hers, relishing in the familiar sensation that he would never tire of. Once they pull apart, he opens the passenger door of his truck for her and she steps inside with a thanking smile.

He used to make fun of guys who did this for their girlfriends, thinking that were just poor, pathetic tools who let themselves be bossed around. But now that Olivia had come into his life, he understood and just wanted to treat her like the queen she was in his eyes.

They head to a local Thai bistro outside of town not too far from where the 4th of July festival is taking place. Fitz had wanted to take her some place nicer but it was all he could afford. However, as they chowed down on flat noodles and shrimp, Olivia looked happy as ever.

About an hour and a half later, they were strolling through a festival of lights, boisterous people, and carnival games, with Olivia looping one arm through Fitz's and pointing at anything she found cool or fascinating with the other.

They walked for a little while, just soaking in the energetic atmosphere, before stopping by a concession stand to buy a bag of skittles since they were both kind of itching for something sugary. They come across their first game called Hoop Shot and Fitz is able to put his basketball skills to the test.

"So, if I get thirty of these shots in 60 seconds, I'll win you that huge panda," Fitz says to Olivia, gesturing to the humongous stuffed animal hanging up on the wall.

Olivia smiles. "Okay. Let's see what you've got."

The game operator starts the clock and Fitz starts shooting, his hands moving like lightning as he makes every shot. But about half through, he starts to lag, missing the hoop several times. Olivia notices this and comes up behind, whispering sensually in his ear, "If you win, I have something very special planned for us back at my house."

Fitz lets out a low growl as he gets his back into the game, picking up his speed and making it to sixty shots in record time. The game operator stares at Fitz with wide eyes as he hands him the prize but Olivia and Fitz just walk off, leaving him in amazement.

They continue on, stopping at many other games, including a target shooting one which Olivia happened to be a natural at even though she swore she had only held a gun once in her life. It inevitably grows darker and that's when the fireworks start. Olivia and Fitz grab an Icee and head to a park by the festival where a crowd of people were already gathered. They snag a spot on the grass and Fitz opens his arms up for Olivia as she sits on his lap and he hugs her from behind, both of them contently watching the vivid lights illuminate the sky.

To be continued...hopefully by tomorrow. Leave your thoughts in the reviews. Thanks for reading!