#callmefitz

just a little warmup because i haven’t been writing in a while. i know it’s all callmefitz but trust me i’ll write other shit when i get the chance :•)

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[Carson’s POV.]

This party sucked. It makes sense, it's a Misfit party so it reeked of weed and alcohol, so many people I knew including the Misfits and Goop, even Poki was here.

I think she left though, we spoke for a long ass time though. I didn't like her; no, I had somebody else on mind, unfortunately.

My friends were all high or drunk, but I'm a good twenty year old so I was slightly tipsy. I could handle it though, it was hard to concentrate and think. I was off to the side, sitting on the steps of a long staircase that lead upstairs where couples were. I had a drink in a red cup but I felt like if I drank it I'd throw up, so I'd rather not ruin the party. I set my cup to my side but purposely left it there as I left the staircase with a numb feeling, maybe because I'm alone.

I ran into Cooper, who was obviously high as fuck. "Yo, you good? You look like shit."

"Yeah? Look who's talking."

"Hey, I'll spin your fucking jaw, dude. Where's everybody else?"

"I dunno, I'm gonna sit outside," I replied, Cooper nodded and went around me, shouting about something I could care less about. I couldn't think in a place with so much noise yet I expected it to be louder outside. It was extremely mellow, some people were relaxing in the pool and I recognized Travis in a hammock far away from the party, smoke illuminated from where he sat. I smiled, knowing how he has a thing for getting high on hammocks.

I brushed my hair back slightly, looking at a metal table with a pink umbrella sticking out of it, I chose to sit there as I made my way. I sat down on the cold metal chair, looking up at the sky to see a full moon and clouds covering it every now and then. I sighed, it started getting cold but it's not like I had anywhere else to go. Eventually, I got warm with the light hoodie that I wore, until something else wrapped around me. I flinched at the touch of somebody tapping my shoulder, I looked the opposite side until I found the culprit who would do such a thing. "Hey, Carson.” “Hi, Fitz.”

"What?" Fitz spoke in an offended tone before chucking. "Please, if I were to host a party it'd be better than this. Ryan hosted this, not me."

"Oh, well. He's shit at hosting parties but hey, looks like people are having fun," I added and Fitz nodded except he looked rather unhappy every time I took a quick glance at him and every time I glanced I got butterflies in my stomach.

I hated this.

"What?" Fitz finally asked, realizing how quiet I was and possibly because I kept staring at him.

"I don't know, you look unhappy."

"I'm not, I'm just sitting here with you. That's good enough."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Hm, I'm not sure," Fitz lied, he wasn't the best liar out there. He refused to make eye contact with me, I fiddled with my fingers as silence filled the empty space around us.

"Can I talk to you? Not out here."

"Where else could we talk?"

"The upstairs rooms?" Fitz laughed at me, I smiled and decided to be gullible enough to follow the high man. He grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd to the stairs. I spotted my cup on the edge of one of the steps as he knocked it over and not realizing the mess he made or perhaps it was our mess.

Nobody said anything about it so there was no point in worrying.

Surprisingly, nobody was up here. Everybody was downstairs having fun and doing drugs or whatever.

"Come in," Fitz opened the door to a guest room. "I-I wanted to say something."

"Oh yeah? Tell me then," I encouraged, sitting on the bed as I watched Fitz sit down without saying anything. "Fitz? What do you wanna tell me?"

"I don't know, I'm not sure if I wanna tell you?"

"Even though you brought me up here to tell me something?" I countered to which he never responded; the moonlight was shining through the blinds, enough for me to see his face from the bed and from what I could tell, he looked flustered and upset. "Fitz, you gotta say something, you're upset right?"

"No."

"Are you sad?"

"No."

"Angry?"

"I don't think so," Fitz said slowly and hesitantly, shuffling in his chair a bit as he never made eye contact with me. Was he angry with me? I haven't spoken to him all night until now, did I say something?

"So, you're angry about something?"

"Maybe."

"I-uhm- Are you angry with me?"

"No no, of course not just- maybe a little bit," Fitz mumbled, staring at the door as if he was going to burst through it and book it.

"A little bit? Did I do something?"

"No I mean- I'm not angry just jealous!" Fitz exclaimed, he suddenly became redder than before and started to tap his foot. "You're jealous of what?"

"I don't know, would you believe me if I told you it was Poki?"

"Poki? Wait, what? Fitz, are you like pranking me or something because I know you're high-"

"Okay, look,” Fitz started, moving his hands all over the place as if it would contribute to his explanation. “I was jealous of her because I wanted to be in her place ya know? I wanted to be the one talking to you and laughing and all that stupid shit.”

“Then why didn’t you come up to me?”

“Easier said than done, Carson,” Fitz sighed.

“Why is it so hard?”

“I’ll tell you why,” Fitz spoke confediently prior I-I think I legitimately like you, as in like like you.

Oh.

"I- uh- I mean like-" I couldn't muster the words to tell him that I felt the same way which is weird. "I thought you liked girls and tits."

"You made me change my mind."

"Did I make you change your mind?"

"Yeah! Yeah, you did," Fitz laughed before sighing, finally making eye contact with me. Suddenly we switched roles, now I'm the flustered one but I refused to go down without a stupid fight. "Fitz, c'mere."

"What?"

"C'mon, get over here, Fitz."

"Fine," Fitz huffed, rolling himself over to me, I sat up on the bed and I smiled watching him roll up to me, seeing him up close was funny as his nose was scrunched from the pout on his face and his red cheeks. He looked cute. "You just gonna stare?"

"Nah," I answered quickly, grabbing his shirt and pulling him to me, pressing our lips together. It wasn't long but I wanted to be sure he really wanted me to kiss him. "What's the rush?"

"I don't know, just making sure it's okay," I shrugged, pulling him onto the bed as he sat in front of me, he looked down at me and smiled. Fitz slowly placed his hands behind my neck, pulling me into a kiss as I kissed back. His lips tasted weird and were chapped but felt soft, my stomach feeling funny and my heart racing and my hands felt tingly. Fitz slowly pulled away, catching his breath as I chuckled underneath my breath; he still had his hands behind my neck, playing with the ends of my hair. "Have I told you I like you a lot?"

"Oh no need, I can already tell."

"Oh c'mon, you egotistical fuck," I groaned, rolling my eyes but Fitz only laughed, his arms snaking around my waist to pull me closer than we were before. "You realize what this means?"

"I don't think so?"

"It means you're officially my little bitch."

"Oh yeah? Whatever, you're officially my little plaything. I have all the power, Cam,” I argued, looking him dead in the eyes but nothing was said after my statement. We just stared at each other, I chuckled a bit to break the awkward silence. Fitz smiled at my attempt to try and not be awkward, I opened my mouth to say something but Fitz started to lean in hesitantly. “You suck at this,” I muttered, containing my laughter as his smile turned into a pout. With nothing else to say, Fitz placed one hand on my cheek and lured me into another kiss.

Yeah, this party isn’t so bad.

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