Hey, sorry about not updating! I just totally forgot- and plus I really had no idea to start the chapter yet. Sooo, I had a little writers block thing going on so, I apologize.
Oh, and my neighbor just died, so that sort of contributed to it, He was about 80 and his name was Rogers…he was such a nice man.
Here's the chapter!
Clare opened a book and began to read as she sat on her bed; she couldn't concentrate very much though, all she could think about was Fitz.
"He has really changed," she said with a little giggle. Suddenly she blushed and shook her head. "I am supposed to be reading, not thinking about my boyfriend, I mean, fake boyfriend, or whatever he is, it's not like he's my real boyfriend, god," Clare sighed. She kept telling herself that they weren't serious, but she could stop thinking about the juvenile delinquet. "Oh, why won't he get out of my head, gosh, this sucks."
Clare snapped her head toward her cell phone as her ringtone went off. She red the I.D. and saw it was none other than Fitz. The curly haired brunette quickly answered the phone and said "Fitz?" with a lot of excitement in her tone.
"So this is Clare I'm guessing?" an older female sounded.
"Y-yes," Clare answered back, alittle scared of who this was.
Suddenly, the older woman on the other side of the signal squealled. "Oh my gosh, oh I'm sorry, I'm Fitz's mother, I just wanted to know who my precious son was always talking about, I'm so nice to meet you!" she told Clare.
Clare blushed. "You too, Mrs. Fitzgerald," the brunette said shyly. 'Always talking about?' Clare thought as she felt her face get hot. Clare had become tomato red and a slight smile came across her face.
"Oh, by the way, I'm sorry I had to use Fitz's cell phone," Mrs. Fitzgerald informed her. "Uh oh, I have to go, Fitz is coming, bye sweetheart!" the woman said and quickly hung up.
Clare laughed, "Such a nice woman," she muttered. "Fitz is really lucky." And with that, Clare giggled and began to read.
The next day, Fitz had come to pick Clare up for school, as usual.
"Hey," Fitz said with a smirk.
"Hi Fitz," Clare smiled and they got into his vehicle.
"So," Fitz began to speak. "My mom wants to know if you want to come over for dinner tommorow."
"OH, I'd love to!" Clare sqealled and a grin was plastered on her face.
Fitz chuckled. "Alright, I guess it's a date."
Clare froze for a bit but then her face held a light smile. "Yeah," she muttered. "it's a date."