Okay. I know it's been a while. Sorry? I kind of took a break. But your favorite gay fanfiction author is back! I'm probably not your favorite. Anyyywaaaayyyyy. Uh. I'll probably post a little less often than I did back when I was writing in February, because finals, and Coronavirus, and yeah. Without further ado, here's my story:

Sophie's POV:

I think Fitz is the only one who doesn't know at this point. Mayybbeee Biana. But she's the only one I really want to know. Stupid feelings. Gah. I mean... I think the reason it didn't work out with Fitz and Dex is that... I think I'm gay. Maybe? Possibly? My parents know. And Dex. And Linh. I've told everybody, except for the Vackers.

Stupid perfect Vackers with their teal eyes and their pretty smiles and their long brown hair. And now Fitz is coming over. .

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The doorbell rings, Edaline goes to get it, I rush to meet Fitz. Edaline gives me a sad smile, as Grady comes down the stairs.

Edaline and Grady leave the house with excuses of Verdi needing a bath. Their eyes say something sad. Good luck Maybe?

Fitz clears his throat. I don't know how I thought I loved him. Stupid Sophie.

"Hi." He says to me blushing a little.

"Hey."

"Um. Kitchen, or your room?" I can hear my bodyguards groaning in the background.

"Can you guys, go patrol the perimeter or something?" I say over my shoulder. Sandor almost shoves everybody out of the door. I hear whispers of

"Go, Go, Go, leave them alone."

Fitz clears his throat again. He's blushing a lot by now.

"My Room?" I ask him.

"Perfect."

"Oh wait, before we go, do you need some water or something, you're throat seemed to be dry." He feigns a laugh. He looks really uncomfortable.

"No, no. It's fine. I just uh. I would like to get this over with."

"Get what over with? Somewhere else to be?"

"No." He's redder than a tomato.

"Okay fine. Come here." I know he knows where my room is, but I lace my fingers with his anyway. I think we can both tell I mean it as a friendly gesture, not as some romantic thing. I pull him into my room and sit him down next to me on the floor, leaning against my unmade bed. We sit there in silence for a minute. He's still holding my hand.

"Okay, um." I nod at him. "I know I wasn't the best of boyfriends. I know I didn't handle the unmatchable thing well, or the parent thing very well. I know I haven't taken anything really well actually."

"Oh really?" He snorts. It's real this time... I think... I hope.

"It's just, if we were a bad match. I don't think I could do that to my parents."

"I know, Fitz I know." I switch to my robot voice, " . ." He does not look pleased.

"But there's more." I think if they were going to make a new kind of paint, a really bright red color, they should name it Fitz's Red. I raise my eyebrows at him. Go on. My eyes say.

"I didn't want to be a disappointment twice,"

"What?"

"Sophie. I'm Bisexual."

Not bad if I do say so myself. I'm definitely going to hate it tomorrow. I've actually wanted to write this for a while, but my friends kept being like, "You write fanfiction? That's weird." or "You write uncanonical gay fanfiction? That's kind of stupid" So I kind of kept this plotline in the back of my head. Okay, see u next time.

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