Wonderboy and Mr. Perfect

Chapter 6

*Back to Dex's POV*

Sophie is going out to try and help with Prentice today so I get Fitz all to myself. I have no idea what Keefe and Biana are doing. I don't really care either.

We're in my room again, sitting on the floor this time.

"Hey," I say. "I saw something weird in one of the human movies my mom likes to watch."

"Oh yeah? What is it?"

"The humans got pillows and blankets and stacked them into a tent like thing and then sat in it."

"Um...is that supposed to be fun....?" Fitz asked, throughly confused.

I shrug. "It looked kinda fun and we have nothing better to do."

"I guess you're right. Let's try it!"

We gather pillows and blankets and arrange them over some chairs to make what I think the humans call a fort. Then we grab some glowing flowers that Calla put in our room and string them inside the tent so that we can have some light. Then we take an especially soft blanket and put it on the floor to sit on. And because I wanted to, we both wear our fuzzy pajamas. When we finish the effect is magical. Now I see why humans love to do these.

We're sitting in our fort, our hips touching again, hand in hand. I also see why Sophie loves to stare into his eyes. They are so beautiful. I could die in the way the teal color shimmers and compliments his skin tone.

As I stare into those pretty eyes of his he stares into mine. I know it sounds creepy but is not. It's cute.

"I've never noticed how much your eyes go with your hair," he tells me.

"Well you eyes could kill. No wonder all the girls are after you. I should have realized I should've been after you sooner."

He blushes and smiles. "Same goes for me, Mr. Perfect."

With my freehand I playfully shove him. "Don't call me that!"

"Oh it's only revenge for you calling me Wonderboy."

"Is that so? Well now I guess I will never call you Fitz again. You are now to be called Lord Wonderboy."

"No way!"

"Yes way!"

"Then I get to call you Mr. Perfect and you can't argue."

"Deal." We shake on it. "But for the record," I whisper. "I'm not all that perfect."

"Don't even," he says back.

"Don't even what?" We aren't whispering anymore but talking a little loudly.

"Undersell yourself. You're amazing and wonderful and perfect and awesome and smart and fun and funny and," His voice goes down to a whisper, "I think I'm in love with you." I feel my cheeks on fire as he puts my face in his hands. "I love everything about you."

I don't know what to say so I just blush into his hands.

He smiles at me and kisses me softly. It's like our first kiss. Our lips are hardly touching but it is enough. It's more than enough. He's more than enough for me.

We pull away from each other and resume our regular cuddle position. My head on his shoulder, his arm around my waist. I could stay like this forever.

I can feel myself dozing off as he plays with my hair even though it's mid afternoon. I don't fight it, I just drift away.

I dream that everyone found out Fitz and I are dating -if that's even what it is- and they totally reject us and they throw rotten food at us like in human movies. We even have to resign from the Black Swan. And then he breaks up with me because he can't deal with the hate that comes from our relationship. I beg him to stay with me because I need him but he doesn't listen. He is just walking away when I wake up.

"Hey," I hear a soft voice say. "What's wrong."

I reach up to rub my eyes and find that there are tears in eyes. Once I realize I was crying I can't stop crying.

Fitz lifts my face up to look at his as I sniffle. "What's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?"

I nod and my voice hitches as I say, "T-they rejected us." Sniffle. "T-threw food at us. Y-you broke up with m-me."

"Oh honey." He wraps me into a hug and strokes my back. "It was all a dream. I'm not breaking up with you."

He continues to rub my back and I try to focus on that as my breathing slows down. "That's right. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. It's alright I'm here."

I pull away from his hug and wipe my eyes as I mumble, "sorry."

"No need to be sorry." He gives me a little sad smile.

The dream made me realize how afraid I am of rejection. It scares me so much. I've been rejected my whole life and I finally got to a place where the rejection of outsiders doesn't matter to me. But the rejection from my friends is even scarier.