Hey guys! I'm new to and this is my first fanfiction! Hope you like chapter 1! I do not own A.N.T. Farm, just the story line.

Olive's P.O.V. (14 years old)

I awoke to a blaring alarm at 6:45 AM, 15 minutes later than I usually woke up. I must have set it incorrectly the night before. "Crap! I'm gonna be late!" I hopped out of bed and skipped my usual shower. I raced downstairs and grabbed a breakfast bar, tearing it open and taking a huge bite while racing back upstairs. I tossed the remainder of the bar on my bed and scavenged my drawers for an outfit. I threw on the usual, flowered pants, flats, and a sweater of some kind. When I looked at the clock it read 6:58, which meant I had 2 minutes to get out to the bus stop. I ran a comb through my hair and tossed it into a ponytail. I quickly ran to the bathroom and just gurgled some mouthwash. Taking a glance in the mirror and feeling somewhat satisfied with my appearance, I grabbed my book bag and raced towards the front door, passing my mother in the process. I'm guessing she saw me because she shouted, "Goodbye, sweetie! Have a nice day!" I threw a quick, 'Bye, mom!' and a kiss over my shoulder.

I got to the bus stop just as soon as it pulled up. When Margaret (my bus driver) opened the doors she laughed and said, "Sleep in?" I mumbled a, 'Yeah' as I ascended the few steps and took my usual seat next my best friend, Chyna Parks. "Hey, what's up?" she smiled at me, seeming generally interested in my response. That's the thing about Chyna, she was always curious. She was an excellent listener, too. She was sweet, smart, fun, pretty, musically gifted. All the things I'm not. And that's why I was so jealous of her. What kind of a person is jealous of their best friend?! Me. That's what kind of person. I must have been so lost in my thoughts I hadn't realized Chyna was saying my name repetitiously. "Olive? Olive! OLIVE!" Chyna yelled. I snapped out of my thoughts and stared at her with a confused expression. "What?" Chyna rolled her eyes and responded, "I've been saying your name for like 5 minutes. I asked you what's up but you didn't answer, are you okay?" I smiled at my concerned bff. "I'm fine, just lost in thought, I guess. She shrugged. "Oh, okay. So Fletcher texted me this morning and asked if I wanted to go to his Christmas party this weekend. Of course I said yes! You know I'm always up for a party! Anyway, he asked if I wanted to bring a friend, so do you wanna go?" He invited Chyna and not me...That's depressing. Did he forget? Maybe he didn't have time. He had time to ask Chyna. I was debating against my conscious about Fletcher. Wow. He asked Chyna to a party and not me. Suddenly I was infuriated. I was mad. I was angry. Angry with Fletcher for forgetting about me, his BEST FRIEND! Angry with Chyna for being so perfect and for being invited to the party. But most of all, angry with myself for caring. Why should I care? It's just a stupid party, it's no biggie! I placed a fake smile on my face and said, "I'd love to, but I'm afraid I have plans this weekend with family." Chyna frowned. "You can't come? Aw, it'll be no fun without you!" She pouted, expecting me to give in, but I didn't wanna go to a party that would bring me sadness and a constant reminder that I wasn't invited and Chyna was. "Sorry Chyna, I-" I was cut off by the sound of brakes. We arrived at Webster High. Chyna and I grabbed our bags and scurried off the bus and into the school, eventually reaching the A.N.T. Farm.

"Hey Chyna, hey Olive!" Fletcher greeted us gleefully. He was probably all happy-go-lucky because Chyna agreed to go to his stupid party that I so didn't care about. "Sup Fletch?" Chyna responded. I mumbled an agitated, 'Hello' and walked past him without one glance at his face. I felt like crying, why the heck did I care so much?! I was just jealous. That has to be it. "What's up with her?" Fletcher whispered to Chyna. She shrugged. I rolled my blue eyes at his question. "Fletcher, you suck at whispering and you're only 3 feet away, I can hear you!" I shouted at him. He walked up to me and crossed his arms. "Someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Not that I'm surprised, you seem to do that a lot." He fired at me. Well, that certainly didn't help with me wanting to cry. My lip quivered and I finally met his ocean eyes. "Why are you being so mean to me?"I whispered. A single tear rolled down my cheek, but I wiped it away as soon as I felt it fall. I ran out of the A.N.T. Farm and to the girl's restroom, hiding in the stall farthest from the door. I finally let the tears go. I cried so much I was surprised I didn't flood the bathroom. I am way overreacting about this party-thing-a-ma-bob. I blew my nose and wiped my tears. You're strong, Doyle! Forget about Quimby, he's not worth it! I yelled in my head. I opened the stall. I looked fine when I looked in the mirror, my eyes were just a little red and puffy. I walked out of the bathroom and went to collect my things for first period.

Fletcher's P.O.V. (14 years old)

Olive ran off crying. Well, sorta crying. I didn't mean what I said, it just slipped! I could feel Chyna eyes burning holes in the back of my head. I slowly turned around to find her tapping her foot and glaring at me. She just said two simple words. "Fix it." Then she stalked off, probably to get ready for first period. I groaned and dragged my feet along the carpet as I went to find Olive. Why did she seem so mad at me? Did I say something? Did I do something? Those questions floated around in my head, along with possible scenarios that could have triggered Olive's strange behavior.

Olive's P.O.V.

I grabbed the last of my things and shut my locker. In the process of walking to class I dropped one of my books, which just so happened to be picked up by Fletcher. "Here you go, Livvy." He said awkwardly handing back my book. ...Silence... I decided to speak. I cleared my throat. "You uh...haven't called me that for years." He didn't respond, he just stared at his feet, blushing. I rolled my eyes. "Okay, don't talk. That's cool..." He finally spoke. "Why were you crying? What did I do, Liv?" He looked up shyly and stared into my eyes. That made me blush. STOP IT OLIVE! NO BLUSHING! I silently scolded myself. "No reason. I-I mean it was n-nothing." He raised an eyebrow. "Olive, I've known you for 5 years, I know when you're lying." I finally burst. "THAT'S JUST IT FLETCHER! YOU'VE ME FOR 5 YEARS! WE'VE BEEN BEST FRIEND FOR 5 YEARS! 5 YEARS!" I shoved five fingers in his face for emphasis. "I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU WOULD INVITE CHYNA TO YOUR CHRISTMAS PARTY AND NOT ME! WHY HER?! WHY DO YOU LIKE LIKE HER?! WHY DON'T YOU LIKE LIKE ME?!" I yelled. Then I realized what I said and placed my free hand over my mouth. DANG IT!

Fletcher's P.O.V.

My eyes widened and my mouth dropped at what Olive just said. "What?" was all I could manage. Olive lowered her hand from her mouth. "I-I'm sorry, I have to get to class." She choked out. Then she ran away. And I let her. Man I'm an idiot. I stopped at my locker and gathered my things for class then walked to my class, too. Olive's words kept playing over and over in my head, '"WHY DO YOU LIKE LIKE HER?! WHY DON'T YOU LIKE LIKE ME?!"' What did that mean? Did Olive...No, she couldn't! Or could she?

Hope you liked it! Please review! It would mean a lot! Sorry if you didn't like it, remember this is my first folive fanfiction. Tootles! xoxo 3