——Fitz POV——

She was gorgeous. She was my heart. My soul. My life. My everything. Call me cheesy if you want but what else am I supposed to say?

I mean, she is still beautiful even when her hair is in her mouth and she is drooling and snoring. 

And if you think that she is anything other than amazing, you will go through me.

I watch Sophie slowly wake up. She smiles and her eyes light up when she sees me. I am so happy that I get to be the one to make her smile in the mornings. Me. No one else. Just me.

"I love that I am the one to make you happy. Not anyone else," I say. 

"Possessive much?" She questions with an arched eyebrow. She gets out of bed and heads to her closet to get dressed.

"Not possessive," I say through the closet door so she can hear me, "just voicing my thoughts. There's a difference."

"Um, no there's not. Your thoughts were possessive. Which makes you possessive."

She comes out of the closet in a gorgeous dress. Normally she doesn't wear dresses.

"I thought you didn't like wearing dresses."

"I thought you weren't possessive," she retorts back.

"I am not possessive!" I whine. I don't want to be one of "those" boyfriends. 

"Sure you aren't," she says as she rolls her eyes. She punches my cheek and turns on her heel.

"Oh your on!" I say. K through on a pair of jeans I was wearing yesterday and race down the stairs where Sophie had run down a couple minutes earlier. I look around but don't see her, so I run outside. 

I am an idiot. I could just track her ! It was an amazing ability that I had been able to pick up from Sophie within last last couple years. 

She couldn't have gone far; she was in a dress for goodness sakes!

I tracked her down to the beach. I run over there and see the fabric of her red dress sticking out from behind a rock. I jump on her and she screams.

"Gotcha!" I say, sitting on top of her. Her back is on the sandy ground, and her blonde hair is messing strewn everywhere.

I swear she still looks so hot.

"Did I ever tell you that red was your color?" I whisper.

"I wore it for you," she teases, batting her eyelashes.

Geez, this woman. So irresistible. Especially when she bites her lip.

"You don't like it when I bite my lip?" She asks, smirking.

I groan and stand up, offering a hand.

"You're just too irresistible when you do that!" I whine. 

Sophie reaches for my hand but I drop her back on her butt before she can fully stand up. I smirk and say, "love ya, babe," before sprinting and swimming about forty feet into the water. I know she wouldn't dare come into the water with her beautiful dress on.

I was wrong. She did something even more unexpected.

She teleported right next to me.

But... the dress became heavy for Sophie when it got drenched, so she started flailing, trying to keep her balance.

"Karma," I whisper. She glares at me, but is still struggling to stay on her feet.

I laugh and carry her back to the beach. I drop her gently in the sand and lay next to her. 

She doesn't say anything, but I can tell she's thinking, so I don't interrupt her thoughts. I hope she is thinking about me.

After about 60 seconds of silence, I can't help it anymore. I enter her mind.  What? I am not patient. And she is my girlfriend. I know that doesn't mean I can invade her privacy, but I don't think she would get mad at me and I would certainly let her do the same.

I just don't understand. Why does he say flirty things and then just go dead silent.

Is she taking about me?

He isn't saying anything and isn't doing anything. Why not? He loves me right? He just said all of that and we have never kissed on a beach... I have always wanted to do that. Whatever. It's overrated anyway.

She wants to kiss on the beach? I could do that for her. But first I want to listen to the rest of what she is saying

I know he loves me, though. But what about the other girls he's been with? I know he's kissed other girls and had a couple of girlfriends when he was younger. Plus, two years ago, when I was fourteen, he had that one girlfriend for a month. I hated watching them kiss.

What? She knew about my girlfriend? It was a secret girlfriend! So I could get over my feelings for Sophie because I thought she didn't like me back. But, I broke up with that girl when I realized that my feelings for Sophie weren't just goin  to disappear. I didn't want to use the girl. 

Ugh. What if I am not enough? What if I can't kiss well? What if-

That is it. I am tired of hearing my girlfriend talk bad about herself like she somehow doesn't deserve me. If anything, I don't deserve her.

I gently pull Sophie closer to me and kiss her on her forehead and hold her in my arms.

"I love you Sophie. Just you, only you. I love you more than you know it. You are so perfect."  Hopefully that made it better. Maybe, just a little. 

I brush some loose strands of honey golden hair behind her ear. She is my everything. And she sure as heck better know it. She means the world and more to me. 

"Did you read my mind?" Sophie whispers, suspicious.

"Would you be mad if I did?" I whisper back.

"Just answer my question," she says, sitting up.

"Fine. Yeah I did. Sorry Soph."

I can tell she is mad. 

"Are you still reading my thoughts?" She says harshly. Now she is standing and I am still laying in the sand. I stand up too.

"No. Sophie, I am really sorry."

"Why did you do it?" She demands.

"You were silent. I was curious. I didn't think you would get mad at me!"

"Just because you're my boyfriend doesn't mean you get to invade my privacy!"

"Soph, please listen-"

"To what? Your thoughts? How would you like it if I did that?"

"To be honest, I wouldn't care. I trust you, Sophie. I thought you wouldn't mind. Seriously. Otherwise I wouldn't have done it."

"What did you hear?" She asks cautiously, as if she's afraid of the answer.

I look down sheepishly.

"What. Did. You. Hear?"

Dang. She's angry. Ok, I know how to make a girl call down. I am supposed to talk sweetly and kiss them right?

"Sophie, it's okay. I promise you can trust me. Don't ever feel like you can't." I kiss her but she rejects me. She pushes me back.

"Your sweet talking me and avoiding my question. Please, just tell me what you heard."

She is super mad. I didn't think it was that big of a deal! I swear, girls are huge  drama queens!

"I heard all of your insecurities. You were jealous of the other girls I had dated. You didn't think you were good enough."

She covers her face with her hair. "I am not good enough," she mumbles.

"What? Sophie! Don't say that. You are my everything. If anything, I don't deserve you! You are the only one I have ever loved! Remember that girlfriend I had two years ago? Yeah, well, that was because I became so addicted to you that you became my every thought, my every concern. I thought you didn't like me back. So I was trying to move on from you! But it didn't work, so after a month I called the relationship off because I was starting to feel like I was using her and I didn't want that. You have been the only one. Ever. You weren't even supposed to know about that girl. She was my secret girlfriend."

Sophie snorted. "Yeah. Soooo secret. It's  it like I caught you kissing her around school or at Everglen at least ten times."

"She's in the past. I don't like her. I love you."

"Speaking of kisses," she says angrily. 

Oh boy, now she's is on to something else. I swear, woman have to make a big deal of everything . Why can't they just accept that their boyfriends are idiots and make mistakes and still love them and move on?

"You stole my first beach kiss a couple of minutes ago. I am sure you heard ALL about that though, though. I have always wanted to have a special kiss in the braid, but you err too busy sweet talking me and being selfish that you didn't think about me."

Darn it.

I am an idiot. 

How did I not remember? She wanted it to be special!

That's why she rejected me!

"Sophie," I plead. "Please let me make it up to you. I will give you your special beach kiss if you want. Please let me make it up to you. I love and care about you way too much for you to be mad at me. Pleeeeeeeeaaaassssseeee?" I whine.

She glares at me but nods.

"If you don't give me the best kiss of my love, I will drown you," she warns with a slight hint of a smile.

Thank goodness she isn't holding grudges.

Girls can hold grudges longer than dinosaurs.

I brush my finger across her check teasingly. My thumb brushes over her lip and her breath hitches. I lean my forehead against hers. We are so close.

Almost.

Finally, tilt my head he slightest bit and let are lips barely touch before connecting them in a extremely gentle, slow kiss.

I move my hands subconsciously into her hair and bring her closer to me. One hand of hers is in my hair and the other one is around my neck. 

She knows exactly how to make me feel so great. So so amazing.

She is amazing.

I don't deserve her. Which is why I am latching on and never letting go.

I'd be an idiot to let go. 

Nope, I am never letting her leave me. If I screw up, which I probably will, I will do anything and everything I can to get her back if it means I get to feel her kiss me like this and feel her next to me.

She breaks off the kiss and buries her head in my chest, embarrassed I think.

"Was that a good enough beach kiss for you?" I tease her.

I don't expect what she says next though.

"Nah. I think you should try again."

So I do. I kiss her with everything I could possibly have to offer her.

After, she leans on me as we lie together in the sand watching the puffy white clouds and sitting in a comfortable silence.

I trace small circles on her hand without even really thinking about what I was doing. That's what she does to me.

I always have this constant need to be near her and show her my affection, even when I am not thinking about it. 

I love her.

I know I can't right now — but I want to marry her. 

Hey amazing peoples. How was it? Good? Not?

Can you believe that it was only them, just them two the whole chapter? And all in Fitzs POV?

What did you think of his POV btw?

My words of encouragement:

Okay, I know that a lot of people who are unhappy with themselves and their lives. It sucks. And, thing is, nobody will ever perfectly understand what you are dealing with because they aren't you. But, there are people who care. And if you don't want to recognize that people care, the next best thing, in my opinion, is music. Don't pick songs that y'all about cutting or suicide, but pick songs you can relate to. If you are looking for music to help you trough hard times, I would recommend Three Day's Grace. I like to listen to them when I am sad. I care about you. Every one of you. Even if I don't know you. Please live life and be your own person. You are loved. 🖤🖤

And, Happy Halloween! 🎃 remember to have fun be safe and get lots of candy!!!! 

Also, sorry, there were so many mistakes.

Remember, I won't be updating in a November, but I will after so be on the lookout! 🖤