Hi, everyone. I'm sorry for the last chapter. I was rushing, and one thing all writers/authors know is to never rush or else the story will be sloppy. So, I put much more time into this one.
Sprinting in his room and slamming the door shut he screams, "I can't do this anymore!"
Fitz charges at the wall and creates yet another masterpiece normal people call holes in one of his light blue walls.
He starts throwing any and everything he can into his North Face book bag.
His mind racing thinking of his poor mother. He'll come back for her, but right now if he doesn't leave his father, Gerry Thomas Grant II will murder him.
Sighing he collapses on his bed. Holding his head in his hands. He wants to cry, to sob, let everything that's been trapped over the years to flood out of his body… but he can't and it won't.
So, he grabs his last item, In his sock drawer he got his life savings. $20,700.
He knows he shouldn't have that much cash in his room, but he was always planning to run away so, if he put it in the bank his dick of a dad would just freeze the account.
He looks around his room, the ocean blue walls, the trophies from soccer to basketball, lacrosse, golf, and water polo, he was your average rich kid.
His unmade bed where at night he sought comfort to somehow warm his frozen heart.
Snatching a photo of him and his mom, Aline Grant. He opened the window and took a breath hearing the violent footsteps and shouts near his door.
He jumped onto the roof, closed the window and slid down the gutter pipe almost breaking it with his weight. He jumped off landing perfectly on the fresh, scissor cut grass.
He pulled out his Iphone and called his best friend.
"Hey, Huck Falcon 42."
Their codename for this planned out situation. Fitz didn't know it was going to happen today, but he couldn't stay a day more.
"Got you."
Fitz ran as fast as his long legs could carry. If he took one of his or his father's cars his movements would all be seen from the tracker devices his psycho father infested in them.
"Shit." Fitz whispers to himself before whipping out his phone and with all his strength smashing it to the ground. After he picked it up and chucked it in the nearby swamp, he took care of his phone, can't be tracked by that anymore.
He exited the trail from the woods leading him to a friendly neighborhood.
Walking calmly toward the worn down house he goes to the back of the house. Taking a pebble he throws it against the window continuing to move towards it.
Huck slides the window up and backs away moving towards his closet. Fitz climbs through the window and hurries towards Huck's bed.
Dumping everything out, then going into Huck's closet they referred to as 'The Lair".
Huck pressed a red button behind a large, old coat. The closet wall rotated. Now, the wall was covered with cell phones, guns, ammo, masks, pepper spray, anything you wanted he had it.
Quickly Huck moved getting everything Fitz would need.
"Here." Huck said shoving multiple electronic devices in his hand. Huck carried everything else and headed for his bed.
"No, no, no." Huck repeated as he threw away Fitz's electronics from the bed, no doubt they had tracking devices on them.
Huck stuffed a new Mac laptop in Fitz's bag along with a new Iphone, a pair of headphones, new chargers, and portable wifi.
Huck ran toward his tech savvy printer and came back with plane tickets.
Huck handed them to him and Fitz read 'London' on the thin paper.
"Holy shit! London Huck?" Fitz said with uncertainty.
"Yeah Gerry will try to find you. He has connections everywhere besides, London, Africa, France, Japan, and Canada. I thought London would be your best fit."
"Ok." Fitz nodded while shoving the rest of his clothes in his bag.
"We need to get you a new bag." Huck stated.
"What… why?" Fitz said confused.
"That thing is so small."
Huck ran to his Lair and grabbed a big army bag. He came back into the bedroom and threw it at Fitz.
While Fitz was putting everything else in his bag Huck came back from the printer again.
"Look, I know you're not used to living in a place like this but you're gonna have to for now. You have to act normal and stay underground for at least a year, then we can see if you can change your living situations." Huck referred to the new apartment Fitz would be staying in. Huck handed him another cell phone. "Also for the next month only call me on this phone. Ok?"
Fitz looked down at the burner and stuffed it into his bag. "Ok."
They both froze as they looked up towards where the loud sound was coming from. It was a helicopter.
"Shit! Your dad already put the damn cops on you we need to leave now!" Huck said loudly.
Fitz took his things off of the bed and followed Huck. They went back into his closet and Huck shut the door. He lifted up the rug and there was an outline in the wooden floor. Huck grabbed the
string attached to the wooden floor and pulled up.
Once it was open Fitz climbed down the ladder first, Huck closed the door then climbed down.
Together they both ran through the tunnel as fast as they could.
It was underground probably made for runaway slaves by abolitionists in the 1800's.
The tunnel ended with a wooden door. Opening the creaky wooden door the two ran toward an old volkswagon.
"Get in the trunk." Huck said.
Fitz pried open the rusty trunk and threw his bag in the back seat. He scrunched up his body in the fetal position and covered himself with old, musty blankets via the back seat.
Huck started up the car and drove up a dirt path that leaded to the main road.
Once on the cement road he drove cautiously, obeying the speed limit hoping to look normal.
He heard a helicopter approaching and kept driving. As the helicopter drifted over the car he was halted at a stop sign.
He made eye contact with a police officer in a cruiser that was passing by while at the stop sign. He smiled and nodded.
Proceeding to the airport. They arrive in less than 15 minutes. Huck took out his phone and pressed a button, activating some high tech thing Fitz thought.
"Ok, Fitz we're gonna do this fast."
Fitz nodded and grabbed his bag. Huck had to park pretty far down from the doors in the parking lot so they sprinted to the doors.
As they walked through the automatic doors Huck started talking.
"Listen, we're going through the back. I hacked the system so the cameras are down for only 15 minutes. During the plane ride you must go by the name, Keith Clark. It's the name of an asshole, I know, but it's rich and snobby and it fits. So, act like yourself." Huck teased.
Fitz rolled his eyes, "Thanks I really appreciate the name, maybe I'll name my first child Keith."
"No, it's Huck. Huck Grant IV." Huck replied.
"Ha, you wish!" Fitz said.
They continued with their friendly banter while speed walking until they arrived through the back door to the runway. A huge silver jet with the stairs extended.
Fitz looks at Huck and Huck looks back.
"Give me a hug!" Fitz says.
Fitz reaches out his arms as the two share a friendly embrace thinking of when they might see eachother again.
"Ok, leave before they catch you." Fitz said with a sad smile.
"They won't." Huck assured as he watched Fitz walk up the flight of stairs.
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Once Fitz stepped inside of the jet he was immediately greeted by a flight attendant named Samantha.
Long legs, flat stomach, blonde.
Just the way he liked them.
"Would you like something to drink ?" Sam said sweetly eyeing him in the process.
"Water please."
"Coming right up ." She purred while moving in the direction of where the drinks were.
Fitz looked around the carmel colored leather chairs and saw the wooden mahogany that clashed with the soft brown on the back of the seats.
He's been on jets before, but this one was by far the best. 'Damn, who did Huck have to kill to get this?' Fitz thought.
"Here's your water ." The flight attendant strutted back towards him placing his water down beside him.
"Thanks." Fitz replied curtly taking his water and looking out of the window while sipping on it. Occasionally eating the ice.
"It's great to be flying you today, , sit back and enjoy the ride we will be taking off now." said the pilot in a low soothing voice over the intercom.
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" ." said Samantha poking him on the shoulder lightly.
Fitz opened his eyes and saw the flight attendant in his face. "Oh… Um sorry I was really tired."
"No problem I didn't want to wake you, buy the plane in landing in 20 minutes." The flight attendant nodded politely and left the room.
"Shit, I slept for 7 hours!?" Fitz yawned.
He was so exhausted from his home life, school, the fake people, the 'Grant Dinners', just everything.
That rest was much needed.
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The plane landed and he thanked the pilot and the flight attendant.
He started down the stairs, the crisp fall air hit his face as he breathed in. He could see the long cross of a white chappel in the distance.
"Well this is gonna be much more different than New Jersey." He mumbled as he fixed his backpack and headed toward the airport.
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"Flight 2786 to Italy is leaving in 15 minutes, Calling all last boarders, Flight 2786 to Italy is leaving." Fitz heard in an a thick accent as he ate his hamburger.
He was so hungry and the food here was pretty good so far.
'This might not be bad.' He thinks.
After he finished his food he calls Huck.
"Hey, bro I'm here."
"That's great man! Are you at the apartment yet?"
"No I'm leaving the airport but thanks for the jet… man what'd you have to do to get that?"
"Well, you know hack all of New Jersey, steal a couple of dollars from some people, and look what it amounted to!"
"Aren't you just a peach!" Fitz says sarcastically. "Did my dad contact you yet?"
"No, he really doesn't suspect me. The squat teams are infesting the woods currently it's pitch black out there too." Huck tells.
"Ok, well, I'll let you go I'm gonna catch a cab."
"Ok bye bro."
"Peace my brotha." Fitz ends the call as he walks through automatic sensor doors.
The sidewalks are flooded from people with names on signs, chauffeurs, and random dirty men scattered about trying to help anyone with bags to get money.
He sees a cab and flags it down.
Getting into the black cab he sees it's very different from the ones in New Jersey. The leather is clean and the car smells sanitary.
"Hi, sir please take me to…" He scans the page Huck printed out and finds the address. "Alexandra Road Estate, Rowley Way, South Hampstead NW8."
"Yes, sir."
"Thank you." Fitz replied.
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After about 45 minutes of driving they pulled up to the claustrophobic, light grey cement apartments with vines growing from out of the cracks.
"Thank you very much sir."
"Sure, that comes out to 24 pound sterling."
Fitz cocked his head running those words through his brain again with a confused look. The same thing happened when he paid for his food at the airport.
"Sir, $30." The driver huffed while rolling his eyes.
"Oh!" Fitz said with realization and took out $40 from his bag. "Sorry I only have American money." he said while handing him the two twenties.
"It's fine." The driver said staring at the money with wide eyes and a bright smile already thinking of showing the green money off. Fitz wondered why non-americans loved their money.
Fitz grabbed his backpack and started towards 27D. As a member of someone living in D he is at the top and is quite excited he is not at the bottom like an A.
As he walks up the cement stairs he hears girls screaming.
"And I was like Fuck him! Fucking rubbish ass tryna dance with me!"
Fitz looks up and sees the most beautiful girl ever. He usually liked tall blondes, with perfect teeth, but she was… he couldn't even think of a word.
"I threw the drink in his face and he cried like a baby I swear he's got a pussy!" She says loudly as all of the other girls circled around her are laughing hysterically.
Fitz is still staring at her, she is sitting on one of the cement steps along with the girls, wearing golden hoops, a tight white tank top and jeggings with the new jordans that just came out. He had to admit it, she was fly and her smooth shiny lips from her clear gloss were calling him.
He keeps walking up the stairs staring at her. Once he's less than 20 steps away the girl feels him staring at her and looks at him, making direct eye contact.
"Who the fuck are you looking at!?" she demands.
Fitz freezes less than 10 steps away from her and looks away from her beautiful brown eyes.
She's feisty, strong, and likes attention. But he is new and needs to stay under the radar for now.
He looks back acting like he thinks she's talking to someone else than proceeds to his destination.
He's now two steps away when she says, "I'm talking to you, white boy." Her clique of four girls turn their bodies toward Fitz effectively trying to corner him.
Fitz looks into her brown orbs and says, "I'm not looking at anything, black girl." Fitz said boldly.
Her girls as well as herself gasped at this statement as Fitz proceeded yet again, turning his body in between the girls and him to squeeze through.
"How dare you!" the girl yelled dramatically as Fitz continued to move up the steps three at a time with his long legs.
Before he knew it, he heard loud footsteps clashing with the grey cement at a rapid pace.
As Fitz put his foot on the level cement he walked toward his door, only to have a slightly heavy breathing girl thrown in his way.
"Who are you?" the same girl asked breathing deeply from her sprint up the stairs.
"I'm Fitzgerald, I prefer Fitz."
"Ok, Fitzgerald." She did not like this guy already and knew if she was gonna have to put up with him as a neighbor she wanted to start with her routinely welcomes. She smiles with a gleam in her eye. She was going to hit him so bad he wouldn't even see it coming.
Fitz shook his head at her pettiness.
"And you are?"
"Liv." She answers coldly already turned around to walk away.
Oh, two can play at that game he thinks, "Ok, see you tomorrow, Livvie." Fitz replies as he unlocks his door.
Liv's head whips around and her eyes full of anger, "My names not Livvie!" she screams and runs toward Fitz only to have the concrete door slam her in the face.
"Ah, not even a day and everyone already loves me." Fitz sighs while walking around the apartment as he found the bedroom. His dad's voice replays the words in his head, "No one loves you Fitz, No one will ever love you!"
He needed a quick nap and a good clearing of the head. It was still daytime and he usually needs complete darkness to sleep, but everything is just tiring him out.
He collapses on his queen size mattress, definitely a downgrade along with the squeaky springs and falls into a deep sleep.
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"Where is he!?" Gerry screamed.
Another bucket of water dumped over the large piece of cloth covering his face.
"I don't know!" Huck screams spitting out water after the men remove the cloth from his face.
"Hmm…" Gerry starts laughing and his escorts look toward Gerry. One holding Huck tightly, leaving marks on his arms that are tied with suffocating rope, while another was holding the water bucket and the other was clutching the large white cloth in his hands waiting for their boss to give them orders. The last one waiting in the corner, every 5 minutes when the victim would still not crack he would throw 5 rib-cracking blows to him for every minute he didn't cooperate.
"Don't Fucking lie to my Huck! You're his best friend!" Gerry yelled enough for all of New Jersey to hear.
After Huck left Fitz he passed every stop sign and disobeyed every law making sure Fitz did not leave a trace. He disposed of all Fitz's things he left and wiped down all surfaces thoroughly cleaning out any evidence of Fitz's arrival.
"We tracked his footprints and they led to your road!" Gerry screamed again.
"He texted me, said you two had a fight and that he was leaving, he left another text saying 'bye'. I honestly have no idea where he is." Huck said with a pleading face all red from the blood dripping down his open head.
Gerry huffed realizing he might have hurt Fitz's best friend for no reason.
"Alright get him out. Drop him off at the hospital, goddamit."
"Yes sir." Said the first two guards.
As they stood Huck up so many thoughts were running through his mind, but the one that outshines all of them were, 'Wow, that was so easy! Less than a damn hour, this guy is dumb." Huck has always been a great liar and even better faker, to top it off his pain tolerance was off the charts.
Yes, he was just waterboarded, but they did it so sloppy that most of the water just went down his neck. They maybe got 2 or 3 actual good ones in that hour.
So he went along with it and now he's free.
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Fitz woke up from his loud stomach growling at him.
He really did not want to get up, but he was starving.
"Ugh!" he said loudly as he rolled off the springy bed, first off he's gotta get a new one.
Before walking out he brushes his teeth and grabs his leather jacket. Wearing jeans, a tight fitted navy blue shirt and nike stefan janoski shoes.
Leaving his apartment he locked his door behind him and started down the stairs.
The sun was almost down and he spotted some of the girls in the same spot.
Once he reached the girls he saw that Liv was missing. "Hey girls, I'm new here and I was just wondering where there is a nice place to eat?" Fitz asked calmly hoping that they weren't all like Liv.
"Yeah, we're hungry too wanna eat together?" one said.
"Sure, um… I'm Fitz." He said politely shaking each of the three girls hands.
"I'm Khloe, this is Asher, and that's Fily."
"Also what you said to Liv today was not cool." Khloe said.
"I'm sorry, I promise I'll be nice to you guys." Fitz said.
The girls all started laughing.
Khloe had short brown hair with caramel skin and small eyes with a bright smile.
Asher had dark brown skin and braids that went just above her butt, her teeth were crooked.
Fily had a shade darker than Asher and beautiful pearly whites that were shown off every time she smiled.
"Ok, ladies, lead the way." Fitz said with a charming smile as he walked down the stairs with them.
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They walked together to the restaurant that was down the road and grabbed a booth. The girls were starting to like Fitz, he was hilarious. Even though Liv didn't approve they did.
They ate and laughed throughout the whole meal.
"Hey, it's Liv's birthday tomorrow and there's gonna be a big party." Asher said.
"Yeah can you come pretty, pretty please?" said Khloe with a pout in a childlike voice.
"She doesn't really like me…" Fitz looked toward the floor scratching his head full of soft curls.
"Please! We like you, so please just come!" Fily said loudly shocking the other girls.
Fily is the quiet one of the group, dirty, but mean, silent, but deadly, and for the first time she shouted… for Fitz.
Khloe whispered in Asher's ear, "She like him?" Khoe pulled back looking from Fitz to Fily.
Asher shrugged with a confused expression on her face.
"Well… ok, I will, how old is she turning?" Fitz asked.
All of the girls' faces lit up and simultaneously they said, "17!"
"Wait you guys are 17!?" Fitz said with a bemused expression.
All of their expressions changed as if they thought now having this new information he would turn the party down.
"Asher's 17, Fily's 16, and I'm 18." said Khloe.
"Damn you girls look much older, but I'm glad to be around people of the same age." Fitz said.
The girls faces lit up again and Asher asked impatiently, "How old are you?"
"17." Fitz clarified.
"Now way!" Asher screeched in disbelief.
"Mhmm." Fitz hummed as they got up. Fitz paid for all of their meals and they kindly accepted.
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After leaving the restaurant they all walked together back to the apartment complex.
"Thanks ladies! See you tomorrow." Fitz said with a wave climbing the rest of the stairs.
"See you tomorrow Fitz!" Khloe said as they waved back and headed off.
Fitz unlocked his door and opened it all the way. Walking through he wanted to explore his two bedroom, one kitchen, and dining room apartment.
The kitchen ceiling had yellow stains and a tile floor that was outdated. The other bedroom had a bigger and more comfortable bed along with a larger closet, he was definitely switching rooms. The dining room was small with two cacti and a glass table with four chairs. Their was a living room connected to the dining room very subtly and a small Tv.
Walking over to the glass door he stepped outside onto the balcony. Sitting in the white fold chair he takes a deep breath and decides to call Huck.
"Hey, bro what's crack-a-lackin' homie G!" Fitz jokes.
"Fitz," Huck starts in a serious tone causing Fitz to sit up straight and prepare to receive new information. "Listen your Father tried to torture me…" Huck goes straight in.
"Oh my God what happened!?" Fitz started to panic.
"I'm fine, ok, he doesn't suspect me anymore, but you can't call me for a couple days, ok. Just lay low."
"Ok." Fitz says defeated. "I love you, bro, you are my best friend, you always have my back. I am so sorry about what happened to you, please forgive me." Fitz begged.
"It's not your fault, don't ever say that it is, because it isn't. I love you too bro and believe me, I will always have your back just stay low I have to end the call, the logs can't look too suspicious." Huck said all in one breath.
"Ok." Fitz said in a broken voice. "Before I go thanks for the two beds." Fitz said with a smirk.
Huck smiled at this. "Dude I know, I had to contact one of my friends over there, Brendan, he tried his best to hook you up, but he's broke… so." Huck said chuckling softly.
Fitz chuckled as well, "Alright talk to you later."
Huck hung up and Fitz looked into the pitch blackness of the sky expanding into nothingness.
The only light coming from the headlights above him he turned on and the street lights.
Two other headlights turned on and he looked to his left. It was Liv.
"Oh, great." he mumbled. Shifting his body in the opposite direction and his gaze off into the distance thinking about the situation as the cool fall air blew against his slightly rosy cheeks.
Liv lit her blunt and started smoking stealing glances at Fitz. That smug motherfucker. Who did he think he was? She thought as she saw her brother swiftly walk up the stairs.
He unlocked and slammed the door.
"Fucks up?" her brother asked.
"Want some?" Liv held the blunt out for her brother and he took it and took two large puffs as Liv stared into the distance.
"How was work?" Liv asked as he passed the blunt back.
"Busy." he replied. "You want some food I brought back a burger and some fries." He asked hopefully.
Liv looked back disappointedly. She crossed her arms and gave him a, 'Bitch are you serious?' look.
"Ugh, fine I brought you some gummies and an oreo shake." he said defeated.
"Yes!" Liv squealed with delight and put the blunt down jumping in his arms and trying to kiss him on the face.
"Get off of me!" her brother protested it but on the inside he loved when his sister did this.
"Aww my little baby!" Liv said in a voice like she was talking to a baby effectively smooshing his cheeks together with her petite hands and trying to kiss him.
"Ew!" he shrieked.
Liv hopped down from his arms. "I love you Dom." she said while blowing a kiss and walking to the kitchen to get her food..
"Shut up." he said while waiting for her attention to wipe off the kiss. When he got it he overdramatically fake spat on his hand and roughly wiped his cheek.
Liv stuck out her tongue and shook her head side to side.
Domonic, her brother was definitely her best friend. Through thick and thin. Their mom died five years ago. They never knew their dad, so they had to make due. Dom was 20 then, and Liv just 12. He dropped out of college to look after and provide for her.
Their mother, Marie Wallace was the best mother anyone could ask for and loved them dearly.
But after her death they knew the life insurance money wasn't going to last forever, so Dom started dealing and Olivia started hustling at school. Her and her friends ran a group, taking money from any and everyone. Dominic started going by Dom and changed their last names to Pope. He always loved Pope Francis and he needed a name to strike fear in the drug community, so there came the Pope name. He was one of London's richest drug dealers. The cops have been on the lookout so him and Liv were living there until things died down.
They've lived there since Marie passed, and it felt like home, the only home they knew.
"I needed this." Liv said after she took a long sip of her shake.
"Liv, you need to start eating, real food! Not this dumb shit." Dom says seriously.
"Thanks Dad, but I'm good." Olivia says teasingly.
Dom just huffs. Ever since their mom passed she just doesn't eat like she used to. Maybe because it wasn't home cooking… he should really stop getting takeaways and feed his sister, she has some meat on her bones, but not enough.
"Ok, night Liv."
"Love you, babe." Olivia smiles back thankful for him getting her food.
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Fitz saw the whole exchange of the man on the balcony with Liv and she seemed like a different person.
'Well, time to do something.' He thought. 'Hmm netflix!' he internally fist pumped.
The next morning he woke up much better than in the other bed. With nothing to do and no food in his fridge he takes a long shower and brushed his teeth before throwing on his second pair of clothes, time to go shopping.
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Walking down the grey steps with his wet curls dripping on his leather jacket he see's Fily at the bottom steps by herself. 'Wow these steps are just the hang out spot huh?' Fitz thought.
"Hi, Fily."
"Hi Fitz." She said looking into his eyes up from her phone.
"I need to get food and clothes, wanna come? Oh, shit and a present for Liv."
"Sure, let's go."
They caught a taxi and she told the driver to take them to the shops.
Getting out on a cobblestone street the stores were very nice.
"Ok, let's go in here." Fitz said pointing to the jewelry store. Already knowing what he wanted to get her he walks right up to the counter.
"Hello sir, may I help you?" said the balding man in his thick accent.
"Yes, please how long would it take to get a gold chain with the name Livvie on it?" Fitz asked while looking right into the man's eyes.
Fily gave Fitz a concerned look, but Fitz knew Liv would love it.
"Uh, sir you have to pre-order special things like that." said the man who reminded Fitz of his grandfather.
"Please Mr… Gatz.. I just moved here and I got invited to this party. This girl and I got off on the wrong foot and I really need to apologize I'm willing to pay extra it just has to be done before 8. Please sir, I'm begging you." Fitz pleaded with the saddest eyes and a little pout.
"Alright sir, I make jewelry myself, I'll get started." the man caved in.
"Yes! Thank you sir, may i have your number to call you?"
"Yes." said the man scribbling down the number. "Also how do you spell Livvie?"
"L-I-V-V-I-E, sir. I really appreciate this ." Fitz said excitedly. "Also, nice watch." Fitz complemented.
"I made it." Mr. Gatz replied
"Wow." Fitz knew he was in good hands. "See you later ." He and Fily waved back while exiting small jewelry store.
"Now for my wardrobe." Fitz whispered.
Fitz and Fily visited many stores he got a brand new suite at a great suit shop called Kingsmen.
He bought Fily an outfit at a beautiful store where he bought Liv beautiful cheetah high-heels.
To go with her gold necklace, because she always wears big gold hoops.
After getting two new pairs of sneakers, socks, underwear, 10 new outfits, they hit the local market and he picked up some food.
Fitz and Fily had their arms covered with plastic bags cutting off their circulation but smiles on their faces as they laughed the whole time shopping. The last shop, the jewelry store.
"Hi." Fitz says as he sees .
It's been about five hours since he was there last and he didn't think it was done in such short notice.
"Hello sir." smiled at Fitz and said, "Hold on."
Fitz got excited.
came out from the back room and handed Fitz a golden clear case with the necklace visible in it.
Fitz took it out and was in awe.
There were two beautiful diamonds making the dots on the I's making a wonderful, cursive, golden Livvie.
"How much?" Fitz asked still looking down at the perfect necklace.
"282 pound sterling."
All day Fitz has been learning the currency. He looked over at Fily, "$300?" he asked.
Fily nodded.
Fitz took out three benjamins and a twenty for a tip.
"I appreciate this, thank you ." Fitz smiled.
"Anytime…"
"Fitz."
"Anytime, Fitz."
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After leaving the shop they caught another taxi and headed to home.
"That was fun, thankyou." Fitz said getting out of the taxi.
"Yeah we should go again, thanks for the clothes."
"No problem, come on." Fitz said motioning his head to the direction of the stairs. They got every bag and Fitz paid the man.
Once they got in Fitz's apartment they set everything down.
"I have to go get ready." Fily said in a sad tone.
"Yeah me too, can we go together? Like with the girls?" Fitz asked in a soft tone which Fily thought was adorable.
"Yes, I'll call the girl's."Fily said with a smile.
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After taking a long, hot shower he gelled his hair into his signature superman style, leaving the curl that was swooped on his forehead.
He put on one of his new outfits. A fresh white v-neck with dark blue designer jeans, and his new jordans. He also sprayed his new Armani cologne on his neck, the ladies wouldn't be able to resist.
Fitz opened the door following the knocking. He opened it up to three beautiful girls. Khloe, Asher and Fily missing the birthday girl.
Fitz had Liv's necklace and her shoes in the box in the bag. Fily told him her size.
"Hi, ladies ready?" Fitz asked.
"Yeah!" Khloe screamed
"Wooooo!" Asher added turning to the girls and bending over starting to twerk. This was going to be fun.
Fitz laughed and they headed to the road where there was a taxi awaiting the girls must have called.
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Fitz didn't know what to expect, but a party for a 17 year old at a nightclub was certainly not what he envisioned.
The four got out bearing gifts all dressed up and the girls faces painted on.
Walking into the club it was only 9:26 the party started at 9 and it was quickly filling up.
Liv had VIP and motioned the girls to come not seeing Fitz.
As he approached she sighed deeply. 'It was her birthday for christ sakes, but no someone always had to fuck it up… wait is he carrying a gift!? Ok, I guess he's cool as long as he doesn't try to talk to me.' Liv thinks.
The girls kiss Liv on the cheek and she whispers to Khloe, "What the fuck is Gerald doing here?" she says sternly, moving her face out from Khloe's ear to give a tight-fake smile letting her know she was not happy.
"It's Fitz and he's really nice, he bought you a great gift, just relax and enjoy yourself." Khloe said earnestly relaxing Liv.
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Fitz was staring. He know he shouldn't but he couldn't stop. Liv was wearing a short white dress with sky-high fuck me heels while grinding on some guy.
She flipped her bone straight hair to the side and turned her head, switching up her hips to a rocking motion.
The guy was kissing her neck and she was throwing her ass back. He didn't know where the guy that was at the apartment with her was, but it must not be serious.
He got up and walked towards her.
"May I have a dance with the birthday girl?" He shouted over the loud reggae music.
"Yeah man." the guy with mocha skin said as he backed away.
Liv's face stone cold and annoyed.
Fitz has had many girlfriends before, all appointed by his control freak father, but in the end he knew how to cheer a girl up.
He grabbed Liv's hand, twirled her around three times before slamming her petite body into his. When he dipped her, she started laughing uncontrollably.
'What kind of guy ball dances to reggae?' she thought, making her laugh even more.
Fitz kept her dipped and smiled at her.
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at Fitz's bright blue eyes. The club was dark, but his eyes shined. She gasped when he brought her back up and latched her body on his.
He grabbed her hips and grinded into her.
She held onto his neck as he kissed hers.
She smelled so good. Like vanilla and her skin was so soft. "Livvie." he whispered then bit her neck.
It must of been a soft spot because she became kind of weak, her feet faltering.
He's proven his point it was time to have her come to him.
He stopped dancing and smiled politely walking back to the VIP section.
Liquor is everywhere and he takes two shots from off of the table and sits there enjoying people watching.
When Beyonce's Drunk In Love came on all the ladies started cheering and Liv headed back to the VIP.
'I've been drinking, I've been drinking
I get filthy when that liquor get into me'
Liv sang along with the lyrics stretching her long legs outward, so he saw her shapely legs every time they moved back and forth.
'I've been thinking, I've been thinking
Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby?
I want you, na na'
Finally, she reaches Fitz she didn't like it but she's been subtly watching him since he's arrived driving her crazy with his on point outfit, his scent and his hands, the way he touches her and makes her body feel hot.
When he left her on that dancefloor she still felt his hands and lips on her.
She only had three shots, so she's not drunk, but tonight she felt a strong attraction for Fitz.
'Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby?
I want you, na na'
She straddled his waist while singing, but more like asking herself.
Fitz was playing hard to get he was unresponsive and just looked at her with his legs open sitting back like a typical man.
Liv grinded her pussy into him harder causing him to sit up and grab her back.
She smirked.
Everyone was watching them and it was clear that they had chemistry.
Khloe, Asher, and Fily whooped them on and cheered.
'Daddy, I want you, na na
Drunk in love, I want you'
Liv sang in his ear, her voice was like honey, smooth and delicious. He needed more.
Lowering his head he sang along,
'Last thing I remember is our
Beautiful bodies grinding off in that club
Drunk in love'
In a deep growl.
He was bulging in his jeans.
Fitz stopped her body and said in her ear, "Meet me outside of the bathroom."
He got up and headed towards the bathroom.
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Five minutes later Liv appeared. As she walked up to him, he was undeniably sexy as he leaned back on the wall, his right leg propped up, hands in his jeans.
Her panties got even more wet.
"Hi." Fitz said looking in her eyes.
"Hi." Liv said back scanning his exquisite body and biting her lip softly. 'Damn he's fine.' She thinks.
Nearing him even more she can smell him and he grabs her roughly.
He pushed her into the woman's room and locked the door.
He grabbed her face and looked into her eyes, then captured her plump lips.
'She tasted sweet, like candy.' he thought.
He pulled away and picked her up placing her on the counter.
He attacked her neck and sucked her spot while caressing her thighs, slowly moving upward.
Liv went for his pants and he was big. Bigger than she ever had experienced before. She broke the kiss looking at the large imprint licking her lips.
She started kissing his neck and he let out a long groan as her small hands stroked him through his jeans.
He kissed her again this time slowly.
Then he traveled down leaving sloppy kisses on her neck. He caressed her breasts, she didn't have a bra on and her nipples were hard.
He licked the right one through the dress and then sucked it, hard.
Their was knocking at the door but they ignored it. The bangs got louder, but they continued.
The door was busted open now hanging off the hinges. Liv looked up and gasped loudly trying to get off the counter.
"Found you!" Fitz heard as he turned around but was too late when he received a right hook to the face.
Let me know if you guys want a part two. I hope you like it. Criticism is always welcomed. Thank you for all the comments so far.