goodguyfitz (oneshots)

can't believe it: part three

"how about we take a nap?" you suggest as the group tries to figure out what to do next.

"or we could go get food," mason says immediately.

"i fuck with that," you mumble while standing up to throw away the empty chip bag you'd been holding.

"can we get mcdonald's, please?" swagger begs.

before anyone can even answer, ryan shoots up from the couch and walks toward the door. "who's coming with?"

"i'm staying. i'll text mason what i want," you tell them while pulling out your phone.

everyone leaves except cameron.

again.

you sit back down on the couch and scroll through your instagram for a few seconds before looking over at him.

"hey... what are your @'s so i can follow you?" you ask casually.

he pulls out his phone and hands it to you. it's already open to his twitter account.

you stare at the screen for a second, completely confused.

"what?" he asks.

you shake your head, trying not to laugh. "we already follow each other. we've literally interacted so many times on twitter and instagram. we've even been on discord calls together... how did i never notice this?"

you tap the dms and turn the phone toward him.

"look."

his eyes widen almost instantly.

"wait... that's you?" he says, staring at the messages. "whenever everyone talked about you, i didn't know what your @'s were. i just assumed you didn't really use social media like that. especially since none of your accounts even have your name in them."

you laugh quietly. "that's because most of the time we talked on my second twitter. and on calls. remember when everyone had that stupid joke where they called me a different name every week?"

he laughs under his breath. "yeah, that was weird."

suddenly everything makes sense.

the familiar voice. the jokes. the way he talked.

fitz was the person you'd been talking to online for almost a year.

and somehow... neither of you realized it.

"oh god," he groans suddenly.

"what?" you ask.

"i'm reading our dms and i just saw a message where i used a pickup line on you. i'm so sorry," he says, covering his face.

you snicker. "shut up, it was cute. i liked your pickup lines."

from the corner of your eye, you see him smile, and for some reason that gives you butterflies.

the two of you keep talking like nothing changed, jumping from topic to topic, laughing at the dumbest things, and somehow an hour passes without you even noticing.

until the front door slams open.

"finally," you say while standing up. "what took you guys so long?"

swagger sighs. "the guy working there recognized us and bet mason he could eat more cheeseburgers than him. so obviously they had to do it."

you stare at him. "...okay, but who won?"

"i did," mason says proudly.

you clap slowly. "i'm not even surprised."

he hands you your food and you sit back down on the couch, but before you even take a bite, you look at the group again.

"did you guys know that cam and i already knew each other?" you ask.

from the corner of your eye, you see ryan smack his forehead.

"you guys just figured that out?" he laughs.

swagger shakes his head. "it wasn't obvious when you two were always laughing at each other on calls? you guys are actually dumb."

"it's not my fault you all had that stupid joke where i had like sixteen different names," you defend yourself.

toby laughs. "you and cam literally talked on discord with the same username. how did you not figure that out?"

you press your lips together and turn away from them, pretending to focus on your food instead.

after a while the conversation shifts again and you eventually head upstairs to unpack.

an hour passes.

you're lying on your bed, scrolling through your phone and listening to music, completely bored.

then your phone lights up.

cam: got your number from toby. you can come to my room if you want.

you stare at the message for a few seconds before smiling slightly and replying.

a minute later, you're standing outside his door.

you knock.

you hear movement inside before the door opens.

"hi," he says, smiling softly.

"hi," you reply, smiling back as you step inside.

"did everyone leave or something? it's really quiet," you say.

he nods. "yeah, i think they went to get something..."

he stops mid-sentence and looks away, suddenly awkward.

"...from the dealer," he finishes quickly.

you laugh under your breath and nod like it's completely normal.

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a few hours pass without either of you realizing it.

you talk in the kitchen, then the living room, then outside, then somehow end up back in his room again.

"you have a really nice view," you say quietly while looking out his window.

"...yeah," he says softly behind you. "it is."

the room goes quiet, but it isn't uncomfortable.

it just feels calm.

you feel his hand gently touch your face, slowly turning you toward him.

your heart immediately starts racing.

he looks at you for a second, then down at your lips.

neither of you says anything.

he leans in slowly, giving you time to move away if you wanted to.

you don't.

your lips finally meet, and the kiss is soft and slow, not rushed, not messy, just warm.

you instinctively move closer to him, and when the kiss ends, he leans in again like he doesn't want it to stop either.

"...i might have to tweet that again," he laughs quietly.

you smile and kiss him again.

"you don't have to tweet it," you whisper. "i'll just give you permission instead."

he immediately turns red, and you laugh softly.