Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-174.6.16.240-20190925004545/@comment-174.6.16.240-20190929170756

Chapter three Sophie stood in front of the door to Fitz’s room, too nervous to bring herself to knock. “Come on, Sophie,” Biana urged. “Knock.” Sophie made no move. Biana sighed, reaching forward and sharply rapped on the door. “Biana!” Sophie hissed. But Biana had already scampered down the hallway to her room. Sophie sighed and turned towards the door. She heard shuffling around inside, and then the door opened. Fitz saw her, and came out into the hallway, awkwardly shutting the door to his room behind him. “Uh. . . hey,” Sophie mumbled, feeling her cheeks heat up. What should she say? How to you tell someone you’ve had a crush on for ages and has only recently said that they love you back that you’re unmatchable? “Do you want to walk?” Fitz asked, and Sophie felt a wave of relief at hearing how awkward he sounded. “Sure,” she replied, and Fitz led her down the hallway, and out the door. Sophie followed him, glancing at his face, trying to see his emotions, a hint at anything. His face betrayed nothing. She passed the winnowing gala where they almost. . . “Fitz?” she said breaking the silence. “I have something to tell you.” “And I have something to tell you, Sophie,” He said. “Oh!” she said, surprised, and they said, at the same time, “You go first!” Sophie giggled, but sobered a bit once she remembered why she was there. To tell him I’m unmatchable, she thought. “No, I’m serious,” she said, no longer laughing, “You go first.” Please, she thought. “Okay,” He said. “I was just going to say that I got us these,” He pulled two pairs of teal cloth bracelets out of one of his pockets. Crush cuffs. -Chloe