How do people write love songs? I know how they do it. They write it about that one special person. I already know who that one special person is.
I started writing the song. It was impossible to stop. My thoughts and feeling just exploded out of my brain and splattered in the piece of paper in front of me. All of the lyrics perfectly fit my love for the anonymous guy. Finally, I was finished.
"Hey, Chyna," said Olive as she walked into our bedroom. "I'm thinking of starting a new hobby."
"What kind of hobby?" I asked.
"Well I have options. I could either write a romance novel, make a giant quilt, or…do yoga."
"Why would you want to do any of that stuff?"
"They say that having a hobby would lower your stress level and will keep me busy."
"Olive, I want your opinion."
"Those shoes do not go with that outfit."
"Not about—you are right. They don't! Anyways. I wrote a song. I want your opinion on it." I handed her the paper.
She had an impressed look on her face. Olive said, "Nice. I like it. Who is it about?"
"What?" My voice cracked. I snatched the paper away from her hand. "Olive, it's not about anybody."
"Chyna, it has to be about someone. You can't just write a love song for no reason."
"Olive, no one is the inspiration."
"I think I know who it is."
"Go ahead." I grabbed my Dr. Pepper and started drinking.
"It's Fletcher."
Suddenly, I spat my drink at Olive. When I stopped, Olive's face was wet.
"What the heck?!" She shouted.
"Olive, I'm sorry," I said.
"Just because I say Fletcher doesn't mean you can make spit takes!"
"It's not about Fletcher, Olive. Besides, he's with Kennedy."
"Chyna, it has to be about somebody. Fletcher is the closest. Give me a reason why it can't be him."
"He's my friend and I want it to stay that way."
"Perfect. Now I have a love story to tell. The Destiny of Chyna and Fletcher or your couple name …Flyna. It's like Bennifer or Brangelina, but nobody cares about you two at all."
"Nothing is going on between me and Fletcher, Olive. Nothing will ever happen between me and him. It's gonna stay that way, okay?"
"I wouldn't be so sure. I'm just saying."
It couldn't be about Fletcher. It was never about Fletcher. He is a friend to me.
When I made my way to the lobby, I bumped into Fletcher.
"Hey, Chyna," he said.
"Fletcher!" I said. "What's up, dude?" I said like an idiot.
"Why are you talking like that?"
"Trying to be casual and idiotic. So what is up?"
"Well in one week, it'll be my two month anniversary with Kennedy."
"Really? That is great. Awesome."
"Chyna, I kind of need help with this. I wanna throw Kennedy a special party."
"Why would you need help with that? You know everything about her. She's your girlfriend."
"I don't know how to throw a party."
"It's easy, Fletcher. Invite some of your friends, have some food, good music, and have a blast."
"Remember the last time I threw a party at the Ant Farm?"
"Oh yeah."
"The clown had a heart attack, Angus threw up cake, Gibson got his head stuck in the piñata, and Olive had to use the guys restroom after eating that…prune whiz."
"Well that wasn't so bad. Oh, wait a minute. I just remember when you got pinned during Pin the Tail on the Donkey."
"Please, Chyna. This is the first party I had ever thrown and I really need a little bit of your help." He begged.
Finally, I said, "Okay, okay. I'll help you."
He yanked me into a tight hug and gave a big kiss on the forehead. Fletcher left.
Why was I suddenly smiling? It was weird. I felt happy when Fletcher yanked me with his unnoticeable strength into a hug and kissed me on the forehead.
"Wow," said a person. I turned around to find Lexi with a she-devil smile on her face. "That's a little too close between two friends."
"Lexi, what are you talking about?" I asked.
"Don't play dumb with me, Chyna. I saw the way you were with Fletcher. He hugged you and kissed you."
"It was a friendly peck on the forehead."
"Why were you smiling?"
"I wasn't. I had something in my teeth."
"Why were your eyes so big?"
"My contacts were bothering me. Now I think that they're in the back of my skull."
"Why were you blushing?"
"I accidentally bought some that wasn't my color. It was a mistake."
"How many more lame excuses do you got?"
"Why? You writing a book or something?"
"Just admit it. You love Fletcher."
"Why does everybody keep saying that? I love Fletcher, but I'm not in love with him."
"Chyna, sometimes people lie to themselves. They just don't know it."
"I know it. I had never seen Fletcher that way and I never will see him that way."
"Alright whatever you say…Mrs. Quimby." She walked away.
