Hey! Watching A.N.T Farm so decided to create a one-shot.
Chyna walked into her dormitory, finding Olive reciting her history speech. "To end this speech, I would like to share a fact. Interesting factoid, the Cree in the Woodlands First Nations did not fish. Another interesting factoid..." Chyna interrupted Olive.
"I don't need to know that. Where's Fletcher?" Chyna asked.
"You want to talk to Fletcher?" Olive asked, putting down her at least 16 inch textbook. "Who are you and what have you done with Chyna?"
"I am Chyna Parks and I have not done anything to Chyna." Chyna said sarcastically.
"Well, anyways, Fletcher's in the music room. He said he's got a surprise for you." Olive returned to her book.
"Can I tell you a secret?" Chyna asked Fletcher. Fletcher nodded.
"I'm not wearing anything under this robe." Fletcher's eyes glistened.
Olive's POV
I headed towards the music room and heard disgusting moans. Ugh. Hey, I'd rather leave them alone.