Just as a warning this is rated M, and will definitely have some bumpy, sad and uncomfortable parts, but stick with me! With that being said on with the story! Olitz is endgame as always!
I have no comment on the horror that was the season finale! Enjoy your Easter! :)
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Olivia analyzed her nail beds as her mother droned on over the phone and she pretended to listen, "mhm", she said weakly. It'd become a habit, whenever either of her parents spoke Olivia appeared to be listening, offering a head nod or a murmur of agreement, but in her head she couldn't be anywhere but. At this point in time, she was contemplating what colour to paint her nails— a bright red or a royal purple.
"Olivia!" Elizabeth Grant snapped with annoyance, knowing her daughter was probably doing anything but paying attention to the conversation at hand. "You're not listening!"
"Yes I am." Olivia lied perfectly. "Your flight was smooth, the villa is beautiful and you've been laying by the pool eating soft cheese all day. Anything else?"
Elizabeth grunted into the phone, tired of her daughters mundane tone. She'd expected this phase to blow over, however it seemed that was not the case. "Hows the house? Harrison's friends, are they nice?"
"They're lovely." Olivia hissed sarcastically, still furious that her mother had forced her into staying with Harrison for the summer. "Last night we all stayed up watching movies and braided each other's hair."
"Don't get smart."
"Thanks by the way, for ruining my entire summer and pretty much my life."
"Oh shut up with your dramatics Olivia! I've had it with you! If you don't shape up you're in for a serious reality check when we get home and I mean it! Fix up or we will have a long talk about permanent changes you won't like." Elizabeth snarled into the phone. At this point in time not even threats got ant type of response out of Olivia Pope.
"Whatever.", she muttered underneath her breath and rolled her eyes.
"Now hand the phone to your brother."
"He's uh...", her voice trailed off as she tried to find the most accurate word "busy. He's busy."
"Doing what?", Elizabeth hissed.
"I think he went back to bed."
"Get your brother on the phone so I can make sure the two of you haven't killed each other."
Olivia grumbled something as she hopped off her bed, and muted the phone. She made her way down the stairs and cringed at the animalistic noises leaving her brother's bedroom, they'd barely been there two days and he'd already found himself a fuck buddy in the neighbour across the street. Without a word she entered the bedroom swiftly with the muted phone in hand.
"Oh my god!" The young brunette who moments ago was riding Harrison into a fast oblivion, flung herself off him at the sound of an intruder.
"You have nothing I haven't seen before nor have any interest in." Olivia said bluntly as the girl scrambled to cover her nakedness with the sheets— utterly embarrassed. Olivia scoffed, as if the girl had anything of relevance to her.
Harrison on the other hand couldn't have looked anymore nonchalant as the sheets covered him from the waist down. He accepted the phone wordlessly from Olivia and took it off mute, "hey mom."
Elizabeth sighed— relieved, "oh okay, so everything's still standing then?"
"Yes mom, everything's still standing." Harrison chuckled and Olivia rolled her eyes. "Liv's great, I'm great, everything is fine."
"Mhm, okay! Well I'll check in soon. Your father sends his love! Bye!" Elizabeth smiled before ending the call.
Olivia immediately snatched her phone back, "gross.", she muttered before storming out of his room which led to the living room where Stephen was sitting on the couch.
"Isn't he in there—"
"Yeah.", she cut him off abruptly and trotted outside in a loud huff. Olivia was unsure what it was about Stephen but she despised him almost immediately, not that she liked Fitz any better, but at least he was nice to look at.
Stephen frowned, unsure of whether Olivia had a strong dislike towards him or if this was just the crazy attitude Harrison had warned them about. Either way, drama and chaos were his least two favourite things to get involved with, so he vowed to stay out of her way.
Fitz's entered the house a few moments later after an energizing and lively run. He was dripping with sweat as he closed the door behind him, brushing his sweaty curls off his forehead. A cold tall glass of water from the fridge proved to quench his thirst as he exhaled after downing it in one gulp.
"I can't believe you're running." Stephen chuckled from the couch.
Fitz flicked him off playfully, "some of us don't want to be couch potatoes."
"Go to hell," Stephen replied and resumed his episode of House of Cards. "That girl is still over."
Fitz sighed, leave it to Harrison to find a girl within a couple of days. "Harrison is unbelievable his sister's under the same roof as him."
"Yeah well, she's weird." Stephen said wearily. "She stormed in there with the phone a few minutes ago."
"While they were—"
"Yeah, and when I tried to say something to her she immediately cut me off." Stephen informed him as Fitz sat down next to him. "She's crazy as hell."
"The other day in the morning I tried to conversation with her about cereal and she snapped at me.", said Fitz as he scratched his head. "For no reason might I add."
"I'm telling you, she's fucking insane!"
Suddenly the back screen door slid open and Olivia entered from outside. "You know," she said with a false smile "if you're going to talk shit about me you should probably do it when I'm not outside considering I just heard everything you said."
The two of them were shocked and embarrassed as Olivia headed up to her room without another word. All the blood drained from each of their faces with absolute horror.
"Fuck!" Fitz said getting up from the couch.
"Where are you going?!" Stephen howled as Fitz went up the stairs.
"To apologize!" He snarled before knocking on Olivia's door.
"Come in.", she said behind the door.
Fitz took a deep breath and opened the door with all the courage he had. "Hey.", he said awkwardly, slightly closing the door behind him.
She sat on her bed painting her nails a royal purple, her eyes never lifting from the task at hand, "hey.", she said sarcastically.
"Look I wanted to apologize I didn't mean or what for you to—"
"It's fine.", she said.
"No this your home, Stephen and I are guests in your home and we never should have said what we did." Fitz felt genuinely bad, after all she was just kid and having 2 grown men talk about you couldn't have been nice to hear.
"Like I said, it's fine.", she replied sharply. "I don't care, just be more careful; if you're going to talk about someone make sure they're not 20 feet away."
Fitz swallowed hard, he felt absolutely terrible. There was a certain edge to her voice which made him feel even more guilty. "We have to live together I don't want things to be uncomfortable or weird."
"Well according to you it already was.", she shrugged.
He sighed, "well I'm sorry. Maybe we could start over again like—"
"There's no need. I genuinely don't care. You're not the first person to call me crazy and you certainly won't be the last." She said bluntly. "Fuck.", she mumbled as she accidentally dropped some nail polish on her duvet. Olivia hopped off her bed and walked over to the door, she slid into the tiny space Fitz had left for her to pass through the door, leaving him without another word.
She was staring at him— he could feel her eyes on him as they all laid out by the poor late that afternoon. Olivia hid behind big dark sunglasses and white earbuds, but Fitz could still feel her eyes burning holes through his flesh— she was still pissed. He gulped, occasionally looking in her direction while contributing sparsely to the conversation with him, Harrison and Stephen. Admittedly, Fitz found it extremely hard to concentrate when he could feel her hostile fixed gaze upon him. He wondered exactly what she was thinking, he wondered if she truly hated him or if she genuinely didn't care. If he could place a bet, he'd have to say Olivia was probably day dreaming about running him over with an 18 wheeler.
"Does that sound good Fitz?" Stephen asked his dazed friend for the second time.
"Sorry what?" Fitz shook his head. "One more time?"
"We should go to a bar tonight." Stephen chuckled. "Man you need more sleep, you're so spaced out."
Fitz nodded, "yeah sure sounds good."
"Perfect." Harrison smiled contently. "Liv, how do you feel about being designated driver tonight?"
Olivia took out one earbud to respond to her brother's ridiculous request. "Excuse me?"
"Just drop us off and pick us up, it'll save us cab fare." Harrison shrugged.
"No thank you.", she told him dryly.
"Why the hell not?!"
Olivia scoffed, "do I look like a fucking baby sitter to you? Take a cab Harrison and don't bother me again."
"If you don't drive us, you're not touching my car." Harrison growled. He knew exactly just how to bargain with his sister to get exactly what he desired, without a car Olivia would be a hermit for the entire summer.
"Fine." Olivia muttered. "I'll drive you." In the long haul, Olivia knew that driving them there and back would be worth it for access to the car. "Can I have the car now actually?"
"No." Harrison shook his head. "You help me, I help you, not the other way around."
"I'm just need to go to Barnes and Noble, it's just up the street."
"Well you can walk then." Harrison said dryly and stretched out his arms.
"I actually need to go to Target." Fitz spoke up awkwardly. "I could take you."
Olivia pushed her sunglasses back so they rested on top of her head. She eyed him suspiciously, "are you sure?", she retorted.
Fitz nodded, "I need a new pair of headphones."
"Perfect!" Harrison clapped his hands in an over exaggerated fashion. "Everybody wins."
To say Olivia was suspicious would be an understatement, however she shrugged it off, advised him she'd be ready in 10 and began to get ready. She tied her hair up into a high pony tail, applied eyeliner and slipped into denim shorts and a plain white T-Shirt. Once ready she came down the stairs to see Fitz already waiting for her on the couch. Wordlessly the two of them walked to his rental car and got in.
"Where do you need to go again?", he asked her, breaking the uncomfortable tension in the car. Fitz decided to roll down his window for some fresh air.
"Barnes and Noble.", she said dryly.
He nodded, reversed out of the driveway and headed up the street. The car ride was painfully awkward and Fitz immediately began regretting to drive her, he truly felt awful for the incident earlier, however it seemed she was in no mood for apologizes or makeups.
Once they arrived into the parking lot, a long 14 minutes later, Olivia trotted out with Fitz following behind as they entered the store. It took her all of two minutes to find the book she was looking for and headed over to the cash. Within a few moments she walked back over to him with a shopping bag in hand.
"What did you get?", he asked her as the walked back out to the car.
"A book."
"I know that, which book?"
"Why do you care?", she growled.
"I'm just making conversation.", he said unlocking the door and getting inside the vehicle.
"A Clockwork Orange.", she said pulling it out of the bag. There was an immediate smile of recognition of his face which did not go unnoticed by her. "You know it?"
"One of my favourites.", he told her. "Not very pleasant but still really good."
"My friend recommended it to me so I thought I'd try it.", she shrugged. "Seems kind of interesting."
"If you have a weak stomach—"
"There's nothing weak about me.", she said roughly before turning to face the car window. Fitz raised his eyebrow before taking off in the direction of the house. They sat there in an eery silence and Olivia frowned, she could tell he genuinely felt bad about what happened earlier. She exhaled loudly, there was a pit like feeling in her throat whenever she snapped at him, did she feel bad for him?
They passed Target and that's when it clicked, Fitz truly had no interest in going out, he simply did it as a gesture of good faith. "Look...", she sighed "we can start again if you want."
Fitz signalled and pulled over the car to the side before turning off the engine. "I'd really like that. I'm not an asshole, I'm actually a really nice guy."
Olivia nodded lightly, he did seem sincere in his apology. "Okay, we're starting over then."
Fitz smiled and let out a large sigh of a relief, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "Good."
Olivia shook her head with a light chuckle, "we passed Target you know.", she said with a smirk at the corner of her mouth.
"I know." He grinned. They stared at each other for a few moments with a smirk before Olivia turned away.
"You can go now.", she rolled her eyes.
"Shut up.", he said teasing, turning on the car and resuming the drive back home. As Olivia looked out the window she couldn't help but wonder why she was still smiling. His eyes were captivating and piercing, and when he spoke to her and stared at her with those eyes of his she felt an overwhelming sense discombobulation. She'd always been good at reading people; Harrison was a spoiled brat while Stephen was a lazy pig and a ladies man, yet she still struggled to figure the man beside her out, which irritated her to no end.
"This doesn't mean we're friends or anything.", she said resuming her attitude from earlier.
"I know.", he chuckled.
"It just means I don't hate you half as much as I did this morning. But don't get me wrong because I still hate you.", she said turning to him. "I hate everyone."
Fitz nodded, "I understand." He couldn't help but smirk to himself, she reminded him so much of himself in his younger years; rebellious, snarky, sarcastic, hateful.
"Why are you smiling?"
"No reason.", he lied with a chipper tone.
Olivia looked at him through squinted eyes before turning her eyes to his CD collection which he brought in the center console. She had to admit, the music there was to her liking surprisingly enough, however she'd never admit that. His taste was impressive— a wide variety of music, from rock to rap to old school jazz to current hip hop.
"You like Nas?", she said pulling out a CD, her eyebrows raised.
"I do, why do you look so surprised?" He chuckled.
Olivia shrugged putting the CD back, slightly impressed however she never let on. She herself had never been so impressed with someone's collection of music— Harrison normally blasted the latest 2 Chainz track at an unbearably volume, so she was pleasantly surprised at the difference between them. "No reason."
Fitz nodded with a smirk, sensing she was starting to toy with her attitude again he turned on the radio and they continued to drive back to the house in a comfortable silence until her cell phone rang.
"Hey Huck." Olivia smiled.
"Hey Liv." Huck said, putting his phone on speaker as Quinn glared at him. "Guess what?"
"What?"
"Charlie, Quinn and I are renting Charlie's brother's house not too far from you."
"Are you serious?! He said it was okay?!" Olivia squealed at the thought of not having to stay home day in and day out. Huck had mentioned that his friend Charlie, whom Olivia had yet to meet, had a brother who owned a property on the other side of town when Olivia mentioned she was stuck in Sarasota for the summer. So Huck, Charlie and Quinn bargained with Charlie's older brother until finally they struck gold.
"Yeah." Huck said. "We just landed into Sarasota a few hours ago."
"This is the best thing that's happened to me all day! I thought I'd have to spend this entire summer by myself!"
"Nope." Huck said. "Anyway I have to go, Charlie's organizing a party for tonight, I'll let you know the details later."
"Call me later, bye.", she said ending the call. Olivia sighed to herself with a smile, perhaps she wouldn't have to spend her summer cooped up in her room reading books.
"Was that your booooyfriend?", Fitz asked in a teasing manner.
Olivia growled at him and folded her arms, "it's none of your business who that was." Who the hell did he think he was? "I just told you, we're not friends!"
"I know." Fitz found her completely and totally hilarious, this sassy façade she was trying to uphold was nothing short of hysterical. "So is he your boyfriend?"
"No.", her reply curt.
"So who was that?"
"A friend."
"Mhm, sure." Fitz grinned widely and shot her a playful wink. "If you say so."
Olivia frowned, trying to hold back the smile trying to creep onto her face. "We're not friends! Stop smiling at me like we're friends!"
Fitz chuckled to himself, "okay I apologize."
Olivia squinted her eyes at him as he continued to laugh lightly, "can you just drive home? Thanks.", she snapped at him rudely, turning to face her window.
"Sure." Fitz smirked, he could see her trying to hide a smile through the glass window she faced. The rest of the drive he stopped teasing her, allowing them to return home in a comfortable silence.
"OOOOOOKAAAYYY!" Harrison roared as they all got into Fitz's SUV, let's go. Olivia rolled her eyes and drove off, Harrison was already starting to work her last nerve as they'd chosen to pre-drink at the house. Harrison got a loud mouth and an even bigger ego after he got some alcohol down him.
Olivia continued on the main road, ignoring him as Harrison obnoxiously turned up the radio to a ridiculous volume. "Turn that down.", she growled at him.
"NO!" Harrison ignored her completely, turning the radio up to maximum volume— the bass shaking the car.
"TURN THAT DOWN NOW!" Olivia roared. "I CAN'T CONCENTRATE ON THE ROAD!"
"SHUT UP!" Harrison spat at her. "Turn here!", he reached for the wheel, causing them to swerve into the right lane recklessly.
"OKAY STOP IT!" Fitz roared from the back seat. "Both of you shut up! Harrison stop yelling at her while she's driving! Save that shit for home! Not while she's driving with our lives in her hands!"
Olivia smiled victoriously as Fitz put Harrison in his place. Harrison immediately shut up and turned to sulk facing the window. Olivia smirked, turning the music down and continued to drive. Five minutes later she parked outside of the Dive Bar.
"Pick us up at 12:30, SHARP." Harrison growled before flying out of the car and slamming the door, Stephen and Fitz following out silently.
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It was 12:25 when Olivia had finally reached home after picking the three musketeers up from the bar, she chuckled watching Harrison and Stephen stumble in each with a drunken girl on there arm while Fitz casually strolled in, being the most sober out of all of them. It slightly surprised Olivia that Fitz had come home alone, especially as in her eyes, he was definitely the most attractive of the group.
"Well goodnight.", he turned to her. "Thanks for picking us up."
"Goodnight.", she said as each of them made their way into their respective bedrooms. Olivia poured herself a glass of lemonade, and began to sip slowly until her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey Liv.", Huck smiled on the other end. "What cha doing?"
"Nothing. I'm bored out of my mind."
"We're having a little get together at Charlie's, come."
Olivia contemplated, everyone had gone to bed and Harrison was surely to drunk to wake up after he finished with that girl. His car keys stared at her from the kitchen counter, she could pull this off without a hitch. "Where is it?"
"The Valley.", Huck said "but don't worry it's safe. Just don't play your music too loud and you'll be fine, and don't bring a flashy car."
Olivia frowned, in this case she'd have to borrow Fitz's Audi as opposed to Harrison's bright blue Ferrari. "Okay.", she nodded. "Text me the address."
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The Valley was scary and Olivia didn't like it one bit. The more she drove the more anxious she became, even with all the doors locked, she still felt unnerved. The neighbourhood was unsettling, loud intoxicated people roamed the dark and dirty streets. Never in her life had Olivia seen a prostitute, but she was positive on her drive over she'd seen at least 10. This was definitely the roughest area she'd ever ventured out too. Finally after over half an hour of driving she arrived at Charlie's house, which resembled a crack house, which now come to think of it, it probably was. She parked in the driveway, keys in her pocket and knocked on the front door.
"Olivia!" Quinn said with a beer in hand, "I'm surprised you came."
There was always a certain edge to Quinn's tone; Olivia was almost certain Quinn didn't like her. However Olivia had a few selection of friend's so she chose to ignore whatever attitude she posed. From Quinn's large pupils Olivia could gather alcohol wasn't the only thing in her system. She allowed Quinn to show her around the party introducing her to various people, Charlie; Huck's dealer, Billy Chambers, and a bunch of other's whom lacked importance. The music was loud and the bass was even louder, the place itself reeked of cigarettes, marijuana and booze. The house was packed with people, the kind of people Elizabeth distinctly warned Olivia to stay away from. It was almost hard to see at times due to the smoke that filled the room.
"So Olivia!" Charlie grinned, handing her a beer. "You drinking tonight or what?" Although Olivia had only known Charlie for for less than half an hour, he proved to be very forthcoming and friendly— perhaps too friendly.
"I'm driving.", she said with a smile. "But thank you anyway."
"So what?", he insisted the beer until she felt obligated to take it— Charlie, Huck and Quinn's eyes all staring her down with judgement. Never had she thought it was possible to feel such peer pressure within such dead silence. Olivia twisted open the bottle cap and chugged the beer down in one go before taking a large gulp of air.
Charlie stood there in complete and total awe, his jaw on the floor. The girl standing before him was beautiful— pretty face, slim waist and a round ass which drew his attention. Huck had mentioned her before, but he failed to mentioned how stunning she was. "My my you've got a deep throat.", he smirked, visibly scanning her enticing body.
Olivia ignored his not so subtle innuendo and offered him a polite smile instead.
"Yeah but it's just beer." Quinn hissed obnoxiously. "Anyone can chug a straight beer. I could do that when I was five.", she sat herself in Huck's lap, continuing to grill Olivia.
"That is true. Olivia can I get you a real drink?" Charlie winked at her.
"She doesn't drink hard stuff. Olivia's a good girl." Quinn teased once more, interrupting before Olivia even had the chance to open her mouth.
"Is this true? You don't drink?!"
"I do drink. What else do you have?" Olivia said firmly, irritated by Quinn. She could damn well speak up for herself and Quinn was taking sweet pleasure in embarrassing her.
"Well what are you in the mood for alcohol or something a little more fun?" Charlie asked, putting his arm around Olivia's shoulder.
"You're wasting youre breath." Quinn told him, speaking out of turn again. "Olivia doesn't touch drugs."
"God damn are you an angel or something?!" Charlie said teasing her.
Olivia was a little more than pissed, less than angry, as Quinn kept speaking for her, however she let it slide. Turning to Charlie she smiled, "what else do you have?"
"I'll get you whatever you want." Charlie grinned at her, taking her hand in his he guided her into the kitchen. Olivia gulped at the state of the kitchen— a sink full of unwashed dishes, dirty kitchen counters, several empty beer bottles, used red solo cups, burnt out cigarettes buds and joints. There was a stench of rancid garbage which needed to be thrown out, causing Olivia's stomach to turn— however she kept her mouth shut.
"Sorry the place is kind of a mess." Charlie chuckled trying to excuse himself. He opened the freezer full of booze, "what can I get you? I'll make you whatever you want."
Olivia's eyes glazed over the stone cold and icy bottles of various alcohol's. There was a bright blue bottle which drew her attention as she reached out for it, "what's this?"
Charlie smirked at her innocence, she clearly needed to come around more. "That's Bombay Sapphire, it's gin."
"Is it strong?" Olivia asked as he began to pour her glass in a solo cup before pouring himself one as well.
"Well let's put it this way, it's not weak, but you won't die." He handed her the cup full of gin with a sly smile. "It's good, you'll like it."
Olivia was slightly apprehensive, however it never reached her face. She sniffed it slightly— it smelled awful, like bleach, and some other hard smelling substance. "Can I get some orange juice for chase or something?", she asked with a polite smile.
"Chase?", Charlie let out a deep and chesty laugh. He couldn't recall the last time he'd drank with chase, "no chase Olivia", he said with his arm around her shoulder, "we're drinking this straight."
Olivia nodded, "okay."
The two of them brought their cups together, "cheers.", he smiled, clinking their cups together. Olivia brought the cup to her lips, and took a large gulp her drink— it burned the inside of her throat so hard Olivia nearly gagged.
"Woah woah!" Charlie laughed as Olivia coughed roughly, tapping her back lightly. "Slow down tiger."
Olivia chuckled as Charlie grabbed her a napkin to wipe her mouth, "thanks."
Charlie handed her a can of orange juice, "here's your chase, now let's finish this cup and I'll open the russian vodka."
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She was drunk— so drunk, her legs nearly giving out as she barely managed to get inside of Fitz's car. Olivia could hardly remember all she had to drink— gin, vodka, whiskey, then the multiple shots of beer she took with /flip cup/. With the key in the engine Olivia reversed out abrasively, not bothering to check her side or rear view mirrors. Each time her foot eased up off on the gas pedal uncontrollably, she slammed down on with a loud fit of laughter. Her driving was horrifying, she drove at an electric speed, swerving in and out of the lanes. Luckily enough it was so late that there weren't many cars on the road.
Olivia's vision was starting to get blurry as sleep began to take wind of her, however she pushed through, knowing if she pulled over, she'd be gone until god knows when, and the car needed to be back before Fitz realized. So she turned on the radio, the sounds of upbeat pop music keeping her wake until she realized her street just under half an hour later. Olivia turned off the radio, and as smoothly as possibly, slid into the driveway and parked the car.
Olivia nearly collapsed at the door, struggling with her key. It astonished her that she had managed to drive home safely with the amount of alcohol surging throughout her bloodstream. Finally after a few minutes Olivia succeeded with opening the door only to see Fitz passed out on the couch with the Netflix menu on the TV.
She bursted out into a roaring, drunken and uncontrollable laughter for no reason as she kicked off her heels. Fitz stirred in his sleep and awoke to the sounds of a giggling Olivia as she dropped her purse.
"Did you go out?", he mumbled— his voice full of sleep and raspy. "Olivia? Did you go out?", he asked her again as she didn't respond, the clock on TV box reading 3:57 am.
Olivia let out another burst of laughter as she shook her head going up the stairs, "go back to sleep Fitz.", she laughed hysterically, closing her bedroom door behind her.
A little more insight into Olivia. I promise you'll learn a little more about her within the next two chapters or so as well as Fitz.
So Harrison is a whore and a brat! What did you guys think of the Fitz and Liv interaction? How about Huck and Quinn? Charlie? And lastly Olivia driving under the influence in Fitz's car? She's a tad bit of a mess...
Leave reviews and predictions they make me happy :))
Until next time! x