AN: Thank you for the response from last chapter. 600 reviews and almost 55,000 views...that is pretty crazy to me. I'm really interested to hear your thoughts about what's going on, whether it's in the actual canon show or my AU. Y'all already know this but some of your reviews keep me laughing for days. :)

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To the world, you may just be one person. But to one person, you may be the world.

- Brandi Snyder

Olivia's POV

I touch the rim of my Sprite can with my fingertips and sigh.

"Are you okay?" Fitz mumbles from next to me.

I look over at him. He's asked me this about twenty times ever since we've got on the plane. And I always say I am, even though that isn't entirely true. I can tell he's feeling guilty and nothing I do or say will change that. But I can make sure he doesn't worry about me.

"I'm fine," I reach over and envelop my hand in his. "Really. I'm glad we're not there anymore." I grin, trying to lighten the mood. "He kept it really cold there for some reason."

Fitz laughs and squeezes my hand. "I was beginning to think it was just me."

I lean against the seat and let him wrap his arm around my shoulder.

This morning was one of the most awkward ones I have ever lived through. I woke up pretty late...Fitz was already up, on his laptop. I looked over at him and I knew it right away - we couldn't stay. We just sat together in silence while he booked us plane tickets. I didn't even see my father. Something tells me he doesn't feel too bad about that though.

When you have been with someone as long as I have been with Fitz, you develop an unspoken form of communication. You don't discuss it, because you don't want to jinx it. But it's there. I can tell how he is feeling, vice versa. I know what he is thinking and I know he feels bad. I know he won't stop feeling this way for a while, but I wish he would.

And I hope he knows I don't love him any less and I don't blame him. His intentions were good and that is all I can ask for.

"It's not your fault," I say quietly, looking out the plane window. I think about how much we have been through and how much more I want with him. "I can get over this."

"Can you?" Fitz asks seriously.

I consider it and the truth is, I honestly don't know. "I think so."

"I tried, Livvy," Fitz inhales deeply. "I really tried to explain to him. But your father...is not a good guy."

"I know," I assure him, and for a minute I don't know who is comforting who. "He didn't always used to be bad, though. It was different. He was different."

Fitz gets really quiet after that. There is a part of me that thinks he is asleep. I don't know if he got any last night, between being in mysterious places and holding me. I just Lean into his shoulder and try to forget these past twenty four hours.

I still don't know where he went or exactly how long he was gone. My guess is he went and had a long discussion with my father. But if my time estimate is correct, he was gone for about five hours? And if he really spent five whole hours talking to my father, I know he's the one.

I guess it doesn't matter what went on while I was sleeping. What matters is that it's over now...really over. And for the most part, I am so relieved that it is.

"I worry about you," he says suddenly, making my eyes flutter open. "I wonder whether you're happy or not. Whether or not I'm enough for you. Because, Livvy, when I met you...you were the saddest girl I had ever seen."

I look down at my hands. "I'm not that girl anymore. And you're not that guy...are you?"

"No," Fitz leans down slightly to kiss my cheek. "Absolutely not. And I love you for that. Liv...you're my best friend. Above anything."

I smile. It's kind of hard not to at this point. "And you're mine." I raise my face just high enough to press my lips to his. My hand goes to the side of his face.

"Maybe," Fitz mumbles, still holding me close to him. "There was a bright side to all of this?"

"Really?" I whisper, grinning. "And what would that be?"

"Realizing I'm not the only one of us with a really crappy dad."

Three Days Later

"Thanks," I look up at Fitz and grin as he hands me a Pepsi. I usually don't drink a lot of caffeine but I have a ton of homework to do tonight and over the rest of break, so I'll make an exception.

"You're such a nerd," Fitz takes a seat next to me and nods at the spiral notebook and history outline on my lap. "You're the only person I know that brings schoolwork to parties."

I frown with fake sensitivity. "I'm not a nerd."

Fitz laughs and kisses my cheek. "Yes, you are. But you're my nerd. And it's adorable."

I lean on him and take a sip of my Pepsi. I officially have two more years of college after this one, but I'm really trying to graduate early. Don't get me wrong - I love Stanford. I love my part time job, I love getting an education and I love these little mini parties Abby and David throw together every so often but I'm ready to move on. I have so many things I want to do in my life and spending an extra year studying when I don't have to would destroy me.

So I'm trying desperately to graduate my junior year of college.

"You work yourself too hard," Fitz mumbles, his lips grazing my shoulder, then the base of my neck.

I highlight the thesis statement in the review and push his chest away lightly. "And you're just trying to get some."

Fitz pulls away and frowns. "I'm worried about you stressing too much."

"I know. You tell me at least three times a day."

"Then why won't you listen to me?" Fitz sighs. "It's Spring Break."

"I know," I repeat half heartedly. I want to talk to Fitz, but I need to finish these notes.

"Do you want to know how my school is going?" Fitz asks quietly.

I finally turn to face him, with a genuine smile. "Yes. I want to know."

He looks at me, unconvinced. But I put my arm around him and look up at him. "Tell me...I promise I'm listening."

Fitz reluctantly smiles back. "Okay...

Well I spoke to my counselor...and I think I can graduate early."

"Fitz!" I grin, throwing my arms around him to give him a hug. "Why didn't you tell me before?!"

Fitz hugs me back and pulls me on his lap, my review and notebook falling to the floor. I don't even care. I'm so happy for him.

"Our minds were somewhere else," Fitz replies simply, then grins too. "Are you okay with this, though?"

"Are you serious?" I keep my arms around his neck. "I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you," Fitz beams and I can tell he means it. I really am so proud of him.

I know he is smart and I know he is capable...I knew he could do this and I am so happy he did.

"So...when can you graduate?" I ask, still unapologetically on his lap.

He wraps his arms around my waist. "One year. It's an easy major and there is still steps to take...I want to get board certified to be a teacher. You don't have to be but I want to, you know? I wanna be - "

I interrupt him by pressing my mouth to kiss gently. He holds me closer to him. When I pull away, I smirk, not even an inch away from his face. "You want to be the best."

Fitz grins and nods. "Yeah."

I rest my hands on his shoulders, knowing very well he is already the best. I lean in to kiss him again, with an open mouth this time.

Fitz runs his hands down my back and reciprocates. When he pulls away, he speaks in a low voice, his gaze lingering on my lips. "What are you doing?"

"Making out with my boyfriend," I reply simply.

Fitz accepts the explanation and this time, he leans in to kiss me. I part my mouth slightly and suck on his bottom lip. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and lowers his hands to my ass. I push myself against his hips.

We're both shamelessly hooking up in the middle of a college party.

"Whoa," I hear a voice behind us.

It takes us a few seconds to pull away, though.

I turn around, still straddling Fitz.

Abby and David stand in front of us, eyebrows raised.

"I thought homework was being done," Abby remarks with a smirk.

I look over at Fitz and see him blush. I laugh and turn back to my best friend. "I got a little distracted."

Abby takes the liberty of picking up my dropped review and notebook and placing it next to me. "I can see that."

"What gives for the sudden PDA?" David asks, taking a sip from his red solo cup.

I wrap my arms around Fitz's neck. "Didn't you know? My boyfriend is the best."

Abby sits on the couch opposite to us and holds out her hand for David. "I don't know. I think mine is pretty close."

"Maybe second best," I joke and Fitz laughs. I feel his chest move against mine.

"A close second," Abby adds quickly and David rolls his eyes.

He sits down next to Abby and puts his arm around her. They're cute, they really are, but not as cute Fitz and I. I know it and Fitz knows it too.

I look back up at him. I wonder if he can see it in my eyes - how proud I am. "My very perfect boyfriend is graduating college early."

"Congrats, man," David speaks up.

Fitz reluctantly pulls his eyes from mine and smiles at David. "Thanks." His firm hands wrap around my waist. "I couldn't have done it if this girl didn't threaten to kick my ass every time I missed a study session."

I giggle and wink at him. "It paid off, didn't it?"

Fitz doesn't have a chance to reply. Abby speaks up instead. "So what happens when you graduate? How soon can you do it?"

"It's not that simple," Fitz explains. "I have to take summer classes...and speak more with my counselor...it is not an easy degree to get."

It's actually easier than a lot of things, but I keep my mouth shut and just appreciate how cute my boyfriend is.

Abby doesn't let up. "But Olivia has two years left. How will that work. Are you two gonna move in together?"

I let out a nervous laugh. I don't like her asking these questions, only because we haven't discussed it yet. We haven't discussed any of it. "Abby."

"It's a valid question," Abby goes on. "I mean, are you gonna get a job, Fitz? Because Liv doesn't make too much at the financial aid office... unless your dad is okay with you now. Is he?"

"Abby," I repeat, slowly getting off Fitz's lap.

Fitz holds on to my arm gently. "It's okay, Livvy...it's alright." He turns to Abby and smiles politely. "My father and I aren't perfect, Abby, but one thing I have learned these past few years is that I just don't need him. We still have some things to figure out, and when we do, we'll let you know."

I adjust my bag on my shoulder as we step out of the frat house, hand in hand.

Fitz squeezes mine and looks over to me. "Hey, let me carry your bag for you."

"Are you sure?" I ask him, already slipping it off.

"It must weigh more than my dad with all those books you carry in there," Fitz mumbles, shoving my bag under his arm.

I giggle and turn away slightly. We walk silently through the dark until I clear my throat. "Sorry about Abby back in there...she can be nosy."

"It's okay," Fitz replies softly. "But we should talk about these type of things, right?"

"We really should," I nod.

But I can tell neither of us want to, so we just shut up and continue to walk in silence.

I pretty much always speak my mind to Fitz but I am at a loss for words. He means everything to me and I know what is important to him. His career is important. His education is important. I'm important.

I would give anything to see him happy. The problem is, he would do the same for me.

"Are you cold?" Fitz suddenly stops walking and slips off his navy hoodie. "Take this."

I put on the hoodie, despite it being way too big for me. I hold on to Fitz's arm. "I really am proud of you, you know? I don't want you to worry about any of this. I just want you to work hard and get your degree... because you deserve it."

Fitz glances down at me. "That's funny."

"What?"

Fitz pulls me closer to him. "It's usually me telling you not to worry, not the other way around."