A:N) Why Hello there readers…..It's me. I don't really have much to say. If you read my authors note you know what's going on with Glory and Gore and Plight. I was reading some articles about season4 and honestly I don't think we're going to be getting the Olitz we want right off the bat guys. This relationship is literally on a rollercoaster ride. One season it's u , One season it's down…I just want Olitz. How could Shonda tease us like this? And it's going to be an Abby season? I'm not really that invested in abby but I guess I'll still watch.
Now what I have here…is something new and something bringing Olitz back to younger years. I hope you enjoy.
P.s. Why do I feel like a chef on chopped right now?
Enjoy.
WARNING: GRAMMER AND SPELLING MISTAKES MAY OCCUR…also…this story contains so religious aspects, this is in no way meant to offend anyone's belief or culture. I am not trying to make fun of Christianity in any way, shape or form all things pertaining to religion are to fit the story… also I don't own scandal…
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Chapter 1: Nice ass though…
Olivia sat with her legs tucked behind one another holding her bible in hand and tapping her hand to the beat, swaying with the rest of the choir as she and the rest of them sang.
"Where the lord leads. I will follow. Where the lord leads. I will follow."
This is all she's ever known. Granted she was only 17 but it was all she'd ever known. School, home, church. School, home, church.
She sang louder with the congregation her body swaying to the beat faster as the tempo picked up.
It was to be expected, she was a pope after all. Not the literal pope. Her father was Eli Pope, one of the most renowned pastors and carpenters in the state. Her mother? Every husbands dream. A house wife that stood behind her husband with a powerful force and without a question. Like the good bible insists.
"You may be seated. Now the story I wanna tell today.." Her father's voice rang out through the church he'd practically built from the ground up. When it started it was a 3 room building that my father renovated himself and repaired. Five years before she was born this dream was set in place and it'd been growing ever since. With over 600 members and the most influence in not only community but the city it was almost as if she was mini-church royalty…under the one and only king.
She was known as the pastor's daughter or Olivia but usually the pastor's daughter came up first. She was always on her p's and q's and her knees, in prayer. She had some of the top grades in her high school and her extracurricular where always on point. A lot of her friend from school's family attended the church and she was by far the most popular student at school all while serving the lord and spreading his word.
Then why did she feel so void
Olivia let her father's voice trail off in the background. She wondered if this was all her life would consist of, Not that a life for the lord is wasted. But she felt like she was wasting away, like she was in a rut.
She smoothes the blue Sunday dress down as she stands by her father's side. Her mother had picked out the hat she was wearing and the shoes and the scarf tied around her neck. She was like Sunday school Barbie, with her hair all curled around her face and a matching purse to suit. She was lucky she didn't have to wear these outfits to school, but even still she barely had a decision there either….
"and now to my wonderful daughter Olivia Pope. Olivia?"
Olivia looked up to her father handing the microphone down to her. She accepted it, preparing for her solo and started with a smile.
Like always.
"So liv, what was up with you in church yesterday?" Abby said walking beside her.
"What do you mean?" Olivia said following Abby into the girls bathroom.
She'd finally gotten out of chemistry and it was almost time for her favorite class of the day, but of course she had to come on her daily bathroom trip with her best friend Abby. They did this per-usual everyday. It was like their daily refresher, they fixed makeup, outfits and used the bathroom all in the 5 minute class change.
"You looked vacant the whole sermon. I mean if anyone should be tired of church it's you but yesterday you looked done." Abby said fixing her hair and sliding her lip gloss across her lips. It was the only makeup she was officially allowed to wear but that didn't stop her from caking on mascara, foundation, blush and eyeliner all without her parents knowledge. She was one of those kids who snuck around her parents and snuck around the rules.
"Nah I was just thinking about that text in pre-cal. I have no idea why you talked me into taking that instead of advanced functions." Olivia said pulling her chapstick from her purse. She on the only hand wasn't even allowed the luxury of lipgloss. The most she was allowed to wear was chapstick and clear polish, maybe a little of color on her lips for church but that was about it.
"You were trying to take the easy way out. No way. You'll thank me one day." Abby Said pushing open the bathroom door. "Besides that'll look better on your application to state, don't worry you'll get through it, I promise. I gotta go to the library and print my paper for geography, see you at lunch?"
"Yeah but you still owe me 5 from Friday. I haven't forgot about that cookie craving fiasco." Olivia said halting her.
"Okay I'll pay you 10 on Wednesday." Abby said quickly getting further and further out of the bathroom
"Why 10?" Olivia said confused looking back at an already distant abby.
"Cause I don't have money today either. Okay love you byyyyyeeeee!" Abby said fleeing down the hall.
"ABBY!" Olivia shouted to o avail before turning her attention back to the mirror. She brushed her bangs out her face. She looked over herself in the mirror. She did look tired. But school was firing up and things at the church were increasingly busy. She just couldn't make it to bed before 12 and it was only going downhill from here if it was already this bad this fast.
She pushed open the bathroom door with a sigh.
"Hey watch it!" She heard complain from the other side.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm…oh Mellie." Olivia said stepping from behind the door.
"Olivia…did God not warn you I'd be walking by?" Mellie said with a fake grin.
"No But I did pray he would protect me from evil and what do you know the door served as my protector." Olivia said with a smile.
"Just watch what you're doing from now on Pope." Mellie said stomping down the hallway. Her shirt was too tight and her skirt was so short. Mellie dripped with sin and the funny thing, she used to go to their church, she used to sing in the choir, she used to go to Sunday school, but those were things she used to do.
"God give me the strength." Olivia said brushing the incident off and walking to her first class hurriedly.
The last thing she needed was a late slip.
She didn't know why she liked English so much. Maybe it was the freedom. It wasn't something she had to figure out..it just came to her and so far she was acing it with ease. If she could remember lengthy bible verses then a couple of vocabulary words a week served as no problem.
She continued down the decreasingly occupied hallway but stopped when she heard a commotion coming from further down past her English class and near the stairwell.
"Don't put your hands on me, Don't put you're FUCKING HANDS ON ME!" Olivia opened her mouth at the vulgar language echoing down the hallway as others were starting to notice what was going on as well. There was some kind of scuffle going on between someone she couldn't recognize and one of the administrators.
"Come on Fitz…Don't do that…Just come easily and we don't have to make this a scene." Shonda said with her walkie- talkie grasped in case he didn't want to settle.
"I'm going…Just don't put your hands on me. I can walk." The boy said sliding his hands through his hair effectively slicking it back. He had on a parka and a pair of grey sweatpants.
Olivia still hadn't found the focus to move out the hall or to stop staring as the administrator and the boy walked closer and closer toward her. She snapped her gaze away from staring at them to staring back down the hallway, but she couldn't help look as they passed and she couldn't stop the uneasy feeling she got as he looked right back with a grin and a wink.
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"I want you to sing from your heart! Come on now..I want to lift the congregation up!" Olivia's mother said avidly in front of the choir. Olivia of course was first chair, had been since she could walk and talk. She kept her eyes on her hymnal as if she was practicing. She didn't want to be here, not that she didn't want to be here for no reason, she had so much homework and school task piling up on her and it seemed like the majority of her time was spent sitting in that first chair, learning songs she knew left and right..god forbid they get any new ones.
Olivia tried to tone out the sounds of her mother's voice but she didn't have to try for long as everyone shifted to the sound of the sanctuary doors opening up down the main isle.
Olivia's mother stopped and turned around mid-sentence to see who was coming.
"Hello! How may I help you?" Olivia's mother said stepping off of the stage and down to meet the woman. She was in her 40's with long dark hair and deep blue eyes. Olivia looked over her face once more and got the familiar feeling she'd seen her somewhere before.
"Maya?"
"Caroline!, Caroline is that really you?" Olivia's mother said racing down the isle in a mannerism that was unusual to Olivia. Olivia closed her hymnal and watched the interaction in front of her with eager eyes. Anyone that made her mother act out so character was someone that she wanted to meet.
"Maya! How are you, it's been…years.."
Olivia watched her mother embrace the stranger tightly and wipe her face from tears before turning back around to the choir.
"Everyone, this is my Dear friend Caroline Grant. She used to go to the church when it was just getting it's legs. She moved away for sometime but now God has brought her back to us." Maya said squeezing the woman's hand and giving her a weary smile.
This was turning into a very interesting day. Just when Olivia needed some kind of stirring the pot it came, god was good.
Everyone got up from their seats to greet Caroline, Olivia followed suit. She wanted to know why she looked so familiar to her. Olivia walked up beside her mother with a smile and an outstretched hand.
"This couldn't be Livvie! Not my Livvie! Oh my look at how much she's grown." Caroline said grabbing Olivia in a hug. Olivia's first instinct was to fight it but she submitted to the hug before pulling back and looking at her mother.
"I used to baby sit you while you're momma was working..oh my you and Fitzy would have a time in the sandbox..and I'd have to clean you up and I remember you'd say 'Aunty Caro why can't I just stay dirty?' Goodness we had some good times." Caroline said gazing at Olivia. It was obvious this woman was more to her family than she originally thought and it was boggling her mind. She couldn't remember her.
"Speaking of Fitzy? Where is he?" Maya said looking around the church to make sure she didn't miss him.
"Oh, Fitz…He..got into a bit of trouble today and...He's just ill tempered about the move I don't think he would've been much fun." Olivia could hear the shift in her voice when she talked about him. It was longing and sadness that struck Olivia's heart.
"Well don't worry about that! I'm sure Livvia can get Fitz Accustomed to the church life and the town. In fact why don't you guys come over for dinner tomorrow? I'll have to cancel choir practice but I think it's worth it."
Olivia's eyes bulged out of her head.
"Cancel Choir practice?" Olivia said uttering words finally since this whole interaction began.
This had turned into a very interesting day.
"Oh she speaks…" Caroline said smiling toward Olivia.
"Oh she speaks…you should hear her sing. Don't worry about practice Olivia I know you need time to work things out with your solo before Sunday but it's not like you haven't performed these songs before…we'll put in an extra 30 minutes on Saturday to make up for it." Maya said patting Olivia on the back.
"I have the SAT on Saturday." Olivia said looking at her mother as if she didn't stress this same point earlier in the week but she didn't care as long as she didn't have to come to choir practice. This was the relief she needed, her prays answered, literally.
"Just as long as you're ready before Saturday, I don't care where the practice goes in. Now everyone! I'm thinking practice is over for today but Altos remember that F note and Basses? I want more vibrato! Alright everyone I'll see you Wednesday afternoon, around 4?!" Olivia watched her mother walk out of the sanctuary with Caroline and Olivia couldn't help but be curious.
Who was this woman that changed her mother so drastically in a matter of minutes? Choir was my mother's pride and joy, Olivia had to work doctors appointments, school functions, tests, studying everything around choir practice….
What was going on?
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"Olivia make sure the tablecloth is laid out, dinner is almost ready and Caroline and Fitz will be here any minute!" Olivia's mother rang from the kitchen. Olivia finished setting the table in time to see her father come in the doorway to the dining room with his best suit on.
"Hello Olivia." Her father said before going directly into the kitchen.
"Hi dad." She said back as nonchalantly.
The only place she really seen her father was church. At home he was too busy preparing for church or working on the house. Sometimes it only felt like her and her mother but she'd heard them talking about the dinner. She heard her mother demanding he take time out to attend and how it would be rude for him not to go.
She knew that the lord went before all but she felt like somehow her father was over doing it she was sure it wasn't right to ignore your family.
'Ding Dong'
"ELI! ELI! That's Caroline and Fitz…do you have your tie on? Is the table set? Oh my I don't even have the salad together yet." Olivia's mother said flying out of the kitchen like her head was on fire.
"Mom, Mom, I handle the door just make sure everything is ready!" Olivia said with a half sigh. As much as she'd like to watch her mother drown in her mess, she'd rather not have to hear about how much of a catastrophe it was for the rest of her life.
Olivia didn't know much about her mother but she was guessing that her deadly sin, the one she was running from, was vanity. Her mother was a perfectionist and if it wasn't perfect she couldn't have it. Somehow the life she led before god has bled into the one she had now and created some form of super saint and activist.
Olivia walked through the kitchen, the family room and foyer before reaching the door. She smoothed her long crème skirt down and fixed her white blouse before opening the door.
"OLIVIA! Look at you, so beautiful, the more I see of you the more and more impressed I am! You should be a model…why aren't you a model yet? With those cheek bones and that button nose and…" It appeared Caroline was going to go on and on before her father stepped in.
"Caroline, It's nice to see you!" Her father said in a gravelly voice coming around the corner.
"Eli!" Caroline rushed passed her and flung toward Olivia's father.
"Where's Fitz? Maya said he'd be attending.." Eli said looking around and behind Caroline there was a smile on his face and he looked genuinely happy to see Caroline and that made Olivia wonder all the more.
"He's in the car…He didn't really want to come. He's still mad about the move and..I don't know teenage boy stuff?" Caroline said more like a question than an answer as if she had no idea what was going on with her son.
"Nonsense..Olivia can you run out and get him for me and bring him in, your mothers almost ready to serve dinner." Eli said turning to escort Caroline to the dining room. She could her them begin to chatter and would much rather listen to what they were talking about than going to get Fitz from the car.
He sounded like a brat. Probably a spoiled little brat, from the looks of Caroline she didn't look like she worried much about money and from the behaviors already exhibited by him there was only one conclusion to reach.
"Brat." She said under her breath.
Olivia rolled her eyes as she stepped outside and walked down the drive. More and more she could feel a defiant side rising up in her, maybe it was the devil. Maybe she wasn't praying hard enough, there was something about this situation and Caroline in general that was throwing her….
She stopped mid-thought.
It was the boy…
How predictable that it would be the boy. The moment when she was questioning her faith the most is when God decided the throw in the most temptation and tempting her he was. He had angry blue eyes like a sea that was alive from a storm. She could feel the aggression rolling off of him in waves, but other than that he was attractive.
He'd spotted her.
She stopped mid-stride this time. Locking eyes with him like she did in the hallway and the same grin slid over his face. Olivia narrowed her eyes and shook the thoughts in her head away.
No matter how much her heart fluttered and her blood raced through her veins it all halted when that slimy grin washed over his face. She'd see that grin on a lot of Abby sketchy boyfriends and those relationships never lasted, mainly because they cheated on her.
He opened the car door as some kind of invitation after a couple of seconds had passed and she hadn't moved but he still remained in the car. Olivia was stuck between hurrying because of dinner and just pushing this little game aside or walking away and leaving him and his smug smirk in the passenger seat of his mothers Buick.
She kept walking down the drive against her will. Her shoes making soft thuds on the pavement as she approached the door with the most annoyed face she could muster in place. She had to do this, for the sanity of her mother.
"Took you long enough."
His voice was way deeper than she expected and his hair wasn't slicked back but a mess of medium sized curls splayed all over his head. She could smell the faint smell of marijuana lingering in the car and her nose crinkled at the smell as she took a voluntary step back.
"Were you smoking out here, in the open where someone could see you?" Olivia looked around making sure her very upstanding, very strict, very suburban neighbors didn't see the incident.
"Maybe." He said flicking what looked like a rolled joint end on the ground.
"Pick that up!" Olivia said kicking her shoe at it and looking at him expectantly.
"No, now what do you want Miss goodie, goodie. You're the Amazing do no wrong Livvie that my mother's been talking about…Hey wait weren't you at James Adams the other day..you were the one with the ass right?" Fitz said lighting a cigarette and blowing the smoke toward her direction.
Olivia took a step back and waved the smoke away trying not to smell like cigarette smoke and trying not to choke.
Fitz looked up at her with the same sleezy grin he'd had before and Olivia could feel her skin crawling and her blood bowling. She was uncomfortable. More than uncomfortable she was mad, no beyond mad, furious.
"Are you serious? There were so many things wrong with that statement just now. One you're obvious jealously toward me is because of your mother and for that I am sorry….You'll have to take that one out with your mom but don't let that be your first impression of me. You have no idea who I am or what I've done in my life. As for the comment about my butt…Are you really going to be that much of a pig right off the bat? You really are as worthless as I figured you for and I figured you pretty worthless when I smelled marijuana on approach. You're disgusting, a creep and for the record…this bad boy act you have on fonzie…isn't cutting it." Olivia said before turning to walk away.
"Yeah? You're not all that great you're self. Still…You got a nice ass though!" Fitz yelled hoping someone other than the two of them heard. And with a snicker he watched the firecracker walk back in the house. He tugged off the cigarette one last time before outing it on the car window and flicking it into the lawn of Princess Churchills house.
He could tell this was going to be fun.
He'd been looking for something to pass the time since he'd gotten suspended from school and since he'd moved to this little piss nowhere town. His mother wanted to drag him from the only life he'd known?
Fine.
But he wasn't going to sit around and watch her have a little perfect life while he suffered,
not this time.
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A:N Did you guys enjoy it? I'm going to take this story to crazy places so if your in the mood for smutty drama, be my guess, now there will be some Edison in this story and of course some Mellie. How can I make drama with out Mellie? Review and let me know you guys feed back, I'm eager to hear whats up and feel free to private message me. I love responding to you all.
Love,
Gabbie. :D
P.s. I can't find the file I started the plight update in so I'm gonna let you guys decide if I write a Plight chapter or a GG chapter…you guys let me know!