Hey guys! So I was sitting at home and ANT farm comes on and I'm like "Hey! Fletch and Olive would be a cute couple!" Then I got all these Folive feels and I funneled them into THIS! No pregnancy in this one (though I am very tempted)….MWAHAHAHHA! Let's begin, shall we?
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"Is there something different about Angus?" I nudge Olive as she taps away on her ANTpad. She looks up at Angus.
"Yeah. He got hot." She answers simply.
"Did not. There's something else."
"He got super hot?"
I groan. She's right and I know it. I'd known it. Angus had always had a thing for Olive. Olive had also had a little thing for him, it's called dislike. I guess he realized that Olive would never go for him in the shape he was in. The very, very ROUND shape. I had only asked to see if she'd noticed.
Boy, had she.
Me and Olive are BEST friends. Even more so than her and Chyna. And that is SAYING something. We tell eachother everything, but sometimes, I wish we didn't. The next day, for example.
"I don't know, Fletch… when he lost all that weight something else changed about him too…."
"His ego?" I murmur.
"What was that?"
"Nothing…"
You see what I'm saying? This little 'talk' was elongated and drawn out for days. Eventually I got sick of it and asked Chyna to step in for me.
"Chyna, please."
"What's wrong with you? You always talk to Olive."
I sigh. Obviously this girl was not a boy In a previous life because off her obliviousness.
"All she talks about is Angus! 'Oh, Angus is so nice' 'Angus is so cute!' 'I wish I was his girlfriend'…Blech!"
"She said that?" says someone from behind Chyna. She turns around and reveals Angus, bright- eyed and hopeful….for Olive. Chyna looked at me. I had to make a decision. I could lie and say that Olive never said those things, but I knew that if Olive ever found out she'd shoot me in the face. But if I told him the truth….Olive and I wouldn't be Olive and I anymore.
"Yeah. She did." I sigh. I'd made my decision. I'd rather Olive be happy with Angus than be angry at me.
"Really? Oh man, I've been waiting for this!" He runs out of the room, most likely in search of Olive.
"That was nice of you." Chyna says squinting her eyes in suspicion. I look away uncomfortably and rub the back of my head.
"I'm a nice a guy...is all. You know…."
She isn't convinced, then suddenly her eyes grow wide.
"Oh my gosh!" She exclaims. I rub my cheeks.
"What? Do I have paint on my face?" I prod at my forehead and skin.
She starts laughing maniacally.
"You LIKE her." Chyna says poking my chest with her acrylic nail.
"Do not." I say looking at my shoes.
"Do too. You fidget when you lie, look at you! You can barely sit still."
I sigh. I do fidget and right now my feet are positively spaztastic.
"We're friends. Best friends." I explain simply as if that was the only answer I needed.
"Exactly…" She replies. "You two are so close it wouldn't make much difference if you were a couple, just a lot more smooching!" I feel my face grow warm as I brush my hair back.
"SEE! You're blushing! You LLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOVVVVVEEEE her!" She practically yells. I slap my hand over her mouth.
"Aw Chyna, shut it. She can't know. No one can know." She nods seriously. I carefully take my hand from her mouth. She brushes her clothes off and looks up at me. Seriousness in her eyes.
"If you like her so much, why did you tell Angus , Olive likes him?" She inquires thoughtfully.
"Well, If I'd lied, Olive would've found out eventually, she's one of the most knowledgeable people on earth. Angus would've practically died and then beaten me up when he found out I lied. I was looking in everyone's best interest."
Chyna sighs in defeat.
"Except yours." I can tell she cares. But I don't need this….not from her.
"Chyna, don't start…" I sigh as I try to walk out of the door. She stops me.
"This is going to bite you in the ass." She hisses. I violently tear my arm from her grip and try to rub out the imprints her nails left.
"It's already bitten me in the heart." I leave her alone in the ANT farm as I go to my next class.
Sooooo? You like? You love? You hate? R& R, beautiful!- Yanna3000 ;-)
