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Chinas pov.
Chyna walked into the A.N.T farm casually prepared to find her best friends doing what they always did in the mornings. Reading and painting. The ever talented Fletcher and Olive, yes folks at the age of sixteen still in the A.N.T program, the three were still best friends.
China slowed silently marvelling at it. Five years and nothing had changed. except for the obvious like looks and Fletcher getting over China. And how close Fletcher and Olive were.
Other things remained the same, Angus continued to strike out with olive, Olive and Fletcher still bickered, despite the fact that they were so much closer than the beginning.
Physically they had all changed. chyna had gained maybe a foot in height now five foot, a few curves but nothing that made her a boy magnet, despite her outspoken confidence, her hair was the same length and she wore more provocative clothing and more make up.
Angus was two foot taller, but that's where it ended.
Fletcher was roughly five foot seven. His hair was a little longer and lighter, more muscly, but still slim.
Olive had the most drastic change. She was five foot five, her hair flowing and wavy gold down to her waist, curves central…and trust that guys noticed whether she liked it or not. She wore barest make up, and fashion sense not really changed. floral tops, flat ballet pumps, skinny jeans/denim skirts. And had calmed her hyperness down. Not subdued, but generally calm and unlike her raven haired best friend shied away from guys quite a bit.
Chyna walked in and reclined against the wall, not surprised when her two best friends barely noticed her entrance.
They were curled up on the long blue sofa. Not in a romantic way, but in a totally comfy-were-best-friends-and-have-no-problem-touching kinda way…so she thought, not having any concrete reasons to believe the gossip that would fly round the A.N.T farm bout them.
Olive was resting her back against the arm of the chair, her legs spread out over the couch. Fletcher was curled up in the other arm corner, Olives feet in his lap. She was reading, not some fact book, but a classic romance novel judging by the cover, another sign that they were growing up. And he was drawing in a sketch pad that he was resting against her legs like she was an easel.
Weirdly enough this was not weird, it was normal to see. But for some reason she felt like she was intruding on a private moment…again, lately the feeling was becoming normal.
She stared a bit more, really paying attention. Then she saw it. Fletcher glance at Olive, would draw, then repeat. Olive would smile for no reason at random moments. Which could have been down to the book, but having already read it, chyna knew it was a sad book with almost no happiness. She watched closer, when she noticed that when Fletcher reached for a different pencil…which were also resting on Olives legs, he would brush his hand unnecessarily along olives leg, which was coincidentally when Olive would smile.