"Hey Fletcher!" Olive screams smiling. "Hello Olive" Fletcher responds a little creeped out. She looks at him with hunger and want, but Fletcher likes Chyna. Their in the A.N.T. Farm alone they came in early to finish an art project. Olive picked Fletcher to get closer to him and to get a good grade.
Fletcher was studying Olive when she wasn't looking so it didn't creep her out. "O-o-olive I need your help" Fletcher called. "Yes Fletcher" she smiled. "Umm..you see I need to finish the models face. You have to leave. Please I don't like people seeing me do art." he demanded. "Well ok" she smiled a little hurt. When Olive turned around Fletcher added a face to the project painting of the Revolutionary war. It was Olives idea and he had to make her happy. "Can I turn around yet" she calles.
"No not yet" he called. Fletcher pulled out another painting. It was his best painting he ever made to him. "Now you can turn around." he said shakey.
Olive turned around in shock. The painting was a painting of her. She was at a lose for words. "Fl-Fl-fletcher whats that?" she stammered. "A painting of a lovey girl. Beautiful isn't she." he smiled.
"I'm beautiful" she froze. "Why ofcourse you are Olive." he laughed.
"Oh Fletcher" she cried. "Oh Olive" he laughed. She walked to him and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. Their lips stayed attached for a while. "Oh Fletcher" she cried again.
"Oh Olive" he said before kissing her again
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