It was a typical day at the ANT Farm. Fletcher was painting another photo of me while Olive was going through interesting fact toids about 9/11, which was the date. "Interesting fact toid about 9/11, the terrorists actually trained in an American flight school." "Olive give it a rest!" Fletcher sighed. After 5 minutes of their rambling on, Gibson walked in with a boy. "Hey guys this is Z a new ANT!" he said. I tried talking to Z but he stood there with a confused look. "Oh I almost forgot! Z is deaf." I wrote down some words on a piece of paper Hello Z! My name is China. My prodigy is music. What is yours? He finally spoke. "I am a musical prodigy too!" he seemed excited in his words. Fletcher then instead of writing down words he used his hands to speak. I'm Fletcher. My prodigy is art. Olive turned to Fletcher and used sign language too. Are you fluent in sign language? He replied. Yes, my parents are both deaf. She did also. That's so shocking! While they talked, or signed, I had been talking to Z. "It's sad I can't hear your beautiful music. I mostly D.J I use the vibrations to listen." I wrote, "You are amazing! How about we go out sometime? "I would love that!" I looked over and I saw Fletcher standing there in shock. "Fletcher are you okay?" I asked. "Fletcher?" I repeated. He turned to Olive, this time not speaking what he told her. He turned to me and ran. "Olive what did he say?" "I don't want to tell!" she said while crying and running. I wrote to Z,"What did he say?" "He… he said something sad." I wrote yet again, "Well…. What did he say?" Instead of telling me straight up, he wrote. "He said… he...um….he…he said….that first his parents had died and now his heart has been broken." I ran off to find him. "Fletcher! Fletcher where are you?" There Olive was. There she sat, head in her hands and elbows on her knees. She looked up and when she saw me, she ran. Luckily, I stopped her. "Olive what is wrong?" "Fletcher told me that his parents where…where," she burst into tears, "my aunt and uncle. Fletcher loves you, go find him and talk to him." I did as she said and there Fletcher was, crying into his locker. "Fletcher, I'm sorry. I didn't know this had happened! I "he interrupted me. "NO! NO! NO! NO! I just…I just…just leave me alone." "Fletcher, no!" I had practically screamed. "Fletcher I want to help you! I want you to be happy." "Meet me at my house in 5 hours, bitch." I giggled because as he said the last word he smiled. I had begun to get a little horny. Z came and in the little sign language I had picked up, I said goodbye. He smiled and said goodbye and something else that I assume was I love you. 5 hours had past and I was at Fletcher's doorstep.