User blog:MagicDaydreamer/A little FedEx fanfic since I haven't posted in a while

Hewwo! I would've posted this little bundle of angsty FedEx fluff earlier, but I had to modify it a lot to be able to put it up on this wiki (if you want a longer version with cursing and kissing, it'll be on Fanfiction.net). Not very well written, but I'm bored so I'll put it here anyway. (if you don't like the idea of shipping Dex and Fitz, don't read this.) Constructive criticism welcome.

“Hey, Wonderb- erm, Fitzy?” Dex asked the floor.

''Right. Fitz has working ears. And he can hear me right now. Whoops''.

Fitz moved away from the wall he’d been leaning against. “What is it, Deck- I’m sorry, Dex?”

“Never mind,” he muttered. “I was thinking out loud.” Pressing his nose against the window, Dex wordlessly cursed the world for hating him.

No, that was just his brain. And Fitz.

“Why’d it have to be you?” Dex whispered, this time actually expecting an answer.

Fitz whirled around to face the questioner’s bright eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I’m freaking in love with my cousin’s ex-boyfriend, whom I’m supposed to hate. He has no idea. I hate how much I love the feathery lashes framing sea-glass eyes and the way they always look sleepy from the dark circles underneath them. I hate how I want to run my fingers through his chocolatey curls and take a deep sniff. I hate how his voice fills my head when I fall asleep, and how it’s the only reason I can sleep. I hate that I’m jealous of how he can do anything and still make everyone smile. I hate that I love that everything’s-fine look on his face when he’s dreaming. I hate all the stuff I’m saying about him right now. I don’t want to be painfully in love with him. I love you, but I don’t want to. It’s driving me nuts that the "he" in this statement is you.”

The two boys stood there in the cloud of silence that Dex was pretty sure he was doomed to drown in for eternity. Fitz opened his mouth, frozen there.

I hate how darn beautiful that is, Dex thought. He wiped his eyes.

Fitz put his hand on Dex’s shoulder. “I hate how much I love you,” he whispered.