Wonderboy and Mr. Perfect

Chapter 3

Today is the day! Fitz is finally drinking his last cup of vile tea! He gets to be normal again! He didn't die!

Unfortunately, Sophie monopolizes all of his time to work on Cognate stuff. I don't get to see him alone until sunset.

I sit on my bed with my knees hugged in to my chest, waiting for Fitz. At lunch he whispered to me that he would meet me in my room after he was done with Cognate training.

I hear my door creek open and look up. "Hey."

"Hey," he replies. He walks over and sits on the edge of the bed. "Why did they make us wear these?"

I laugh and look at my furry onesie. It's the only pajamas they gave us. "Not sure what the were thinking on this one."

"Me neither."

"How was Cognate stuff with Sophie?"

"It was okay. I know she's hiding something but I'm not sure what it is."

I roll my eyes and smirk, "no idea what thatcould be."

He gives me a look. "Has she told you?"

"No but it's prettyobvious."

"What is it?!"

"Oh it's nothing that you should be concerned with."

"I somehow find that hard to believe," Fitz says grumpily. "Come on! You have to tell me!"

"No I don't. It would just make more drama." Drama that might make Fitz like Sophie and then I have no chance with him.

"Ugh fine. It's obvious you're not going to tell me."

"Wise decision, Pretty Boy, wise decision."

He glares at me, "don't call me 'Pretty Boy.'"

I smile at him. "If you say so Wonderboy." It's fun to tease Fitz. And he looks so cute with pink cheeks. My smile drops off my face as I look at his.

Fitz seems to notice this and says, "what?"

"Nothing," I mumble as I stare at my hands and feel my face heat up. "It's just that you look cute when you blush."

His face gets even redder as I look up at him. "Oh yeah?" Then he adds a little shyly, "well you do too. But not just when you blush. You always look cute."

I feel my face burn but now it's in a good way. I smile at him, "you really think so?"

"Yeah. I do," he says it with a little more confidence this time.

I scoot closer to him and lean against his chest. He wraps his arm around me as I rest my head on his shoulder. I don't know when we became emotionally close enough to be able to snuggle but I like it.

I breathe in his scent and close my eyes. This feels right.In all ways possible.I whisper to him, "I like you Fitz. I like you a lot."

I can feel his smile with my head and he says, "I like you too Dex."

He pauses for a second before continuing in a whisper. "I like your dimples and the way you laugh and your hair and how you are so brave to put up with all this unfairness in our society at something you can't help and I like how you would be willing to die for your friends. I like everything about you."

I have nothing else to say but, "thanks Fitz. It's nice to have a vote of confidence."

He reaches his hand up and starts playing with my hair, "anytime, Mr. Perfect. Anytime."

I smile and I can feel myself drift off as he muses my hair.