AN: Since story this is based off iCarly's Seddie Arc it will have similarities, however it will not be an exact copy, there will be a few differences.
Several A. and big kids, several fridges were set up and mountains of homework piled everywhere. Chyna smiled as she took in a deep breath of memories. She remembered when Fletcher, Angus, Olive and her were in the A.N.T program, and this week would be her favourite week.
"Chyna!" Fletcher exclaimed as he ran up to give her a hug. Fletcher had grown since his time in the A.N.T program. As a fifteen year old boy, he had a deeper voice and was now taller than Chyna.
"Hey," Chyna giggled as she had to pry him off of her. Fletcher released with more ease than Chyna was used to. Although Chyna had grown, she developed some curves and always had the males staring at her large chest.
"Can you help me find Olive?" He asked her as he gestured to a tall pile of books in the middle of the room.
"She's in there?" Chyna asked as her tipped her head to the side.
"Hi!" Olive's voiced called out, although it was slightly muffled.
"A.N.T week already?" Chyna questioned.
"Yep," Fletcher simply said as he placed his hands in his pockets.
"Ooh, I love A.N.T week," Another voice chimed in.
Violet had barely grown, and also had some nice curves on her thin and petite figure. She looked even less like a sport prodigy then she did when she was eleven.
"A.N.T Week. The week where all past or present A.N.T students currently attending Webster High unite in the A.N.T Farm and spend their time at school solely on their talent," Olive's voice said in her slightly robotic tone.
Fletcher, Chyna and Violet all rolled their eyes at her.
"That's my girl," Angus sighed from the computer.
Although Angus had lost weight, he was still slightly chubby. He was furiously typing away at his old computer as two engineering prodigies were watching eagerly.
"Pathetic," Violet muttered.
"Olive can you come out and talk to us?" Chyna asked as she walked over to the pile of books.
"Fine," Olive groaned as she emerged from the books and hugged her best friend.
Olive also developed curves, although hers weren't as noticeable as Violets. She also didn't have large chest like Chyna, but she had longer and more toned legs.
"Where's mine?" Violet teased as she opened her arms.
The girls both walked with opened arms into each other. As Olive reached Fletcher, the two frowned and settled on a reluctant high five. Violet and Chyna shook their heads at them.
"What do you girls think I should paint?"Fletcher asked them.
"Something colourful," Chyna replied cheerily.
"Something sporty," Violet added.
"Well, they say that your best can come from your heart-" before Olive could ramble any further Fletcher interrupted.
"So your saying I should paint something that comes from my heart?"
"That's what a person who cares would say," Olive shrugged. Fletcher rolled his eyes at her before walking away.
"Olive!" Chyna snapped once Fletcher walked away.
"What?"
"You and Fletcher have been friends since-"
"I memorised this speech when you gave it to me 3rd March two years ago," Olive reminded her as she folded her arms.
Chyna placed her hands on her hips and gave Olive a disapproving look.
"He doesn't care," Olive told her before walking back to her pile of books.
"Since when did Fletcher begin painting with purple again?" Violet asked her.
"I don't know," Chyna whispered, mostly to herself. Everybody knew what purple in Fletcher's paintings meant.
He's in love.
"Want to take a bet?" Violet questioned slyly as she smirked at Chyna.
"I reckon that new girl," Chyna said as she gestured towards the girl who just approached Olive. Fletcher stared at the pair intently. Violet and Chyna saw his eyes soften and his love-struck smile.
"I'm not even gonna make this into a bet, I'd lose big time," Violet chuckled.
Fletcher resumed his painting, he was now using a soft pink and it traced the canvas in perfect swirls.
"I wonder how Angus will take the fact that Fletcher's in love with his cousin?" Chyna giggled as she pointed at Angus, who was now watching the two engineering prodigies construct small robots.
"I'll think about it, but I'm going over to the dance area with the current ballerina and show her a thing or two," Violet said before she walked over to a small brunette girl who was practicing her ballet.
Chyna smiled as she skipped over to the place she used to practice as she grabbed out her flute. She played her B flat major scale, with several people cringing at the two top notes.
The bell finally rung and some kids ran out of the room, while several stayed in.
"Coming Mel?"Olive asked from the doorway.
"I will!" Angus exclaimed.
"Can I join too?" Fletcher added.
"Sure," Melanie smiled as she walked to the door with Fletcher. Melanie had mocha skin and brown hair, her eyes were a warm chocolate colour. Several guys took the time to stare as she walked out the door.
"Don't you find it funny how he isn't acting all obsessed with her like he was with you?" Violet asked as she walked over to Chyna.
Flashbacks
"Will you go out with me?"
"No."
"Will you go out with me?"
"Like I just said four seconds ago, no."
...
"I have an idea!" Chyna exclaimed.
"We run away and get married?"
"Can I be the brides' maid?" Olive asked happily.
Flash Backs Ended.
"He just grew up, that's all," Chyna waved it off as she placed a saxophone reed in her mouth.
"Maybe, maybe he did."
After Chyna played Violet Race to the Moon, Invincible and Shenandoah, Melanie, Fletcher, Angus and Olive returned, with a few containers of food.
"We got food for you," Olive announced happily as she gestured to Fletcher's container.
"These two are hilarious," Melanie giggled as she placed her hands on Fletcher and Olive's shoulders. Fletcher's cheeks turned slightly pink. Violet quickly shot Chyna a look, who also shared the same expression.
"Hey Mel, check out this book I have on Car Mechanics," Olive dragged Melanie away and towards her stack of books. She shoved a dark red book into Melanie's hands.
"Car Mechanipedia, interesting," Melanie commented as she checked out the book.
"I memorised the entire book last night and though you'd like it. I honestly find this subject slightly boring, but I like the sciences involved in it..."
As Olive babbled on about the contents of the book with Melanie smiling away, Fletcher's eyes were glued to the scene. His smile was displayed on his face as he put his weight on his left leg. Once Olive's head snapped back to its usual position, her eyes skimmed Fletcher and gave Violet and Chyna the same look the two shared before.
"If Miss 'Interesting Factoids' thinks it, it has to be true," Violet muttered under her breath.
"Here I was thinking Olive was oblivious to this sort of stuff, Chyna chuckled.
Olive excused herself from the conversation, and walked over to Violet and Chyna.
"He likes her; you can see it in his smile. We need more proof though..." Olive told them.
Chyna's trademark 'I-got-a-plan' smile began to creep across her face.
"Hey Melanie!" She called out across the room.
"Oh shoot," Violet groaned as she face-palmed.
"She's got another 'genius plan'," Olive sarcastically exclaimed. She looked over at Fletcher, who was going over his light pink doodles with a red, the red that people use for love hearts.
"Hey guys guess what?" Chyna gleefully said as she joined Olive and Violet again.
The two girls looked at Chyna, both looked unimpressed.
"We're all going to meet at the old car yard, with Melanie and-"
"I couldn't help but overhearing," Fletcher walked up to the girls with a smile.
"Fletcher," Chyna greeted with a smile.
"Great to see you," Violet added, also smiling.
"Hey," Olive said with a rather dull turn.
"Olive," Fletcher returned as his eyes flickered towards her.
Nobody could really tell whether or not the two hated each other, because after their greeting, the two smiled at each other like best friends should.
"What's this about the old car yard?" Fletcher snapped right back into his intention.
"We're all meeting there," Violet confirmed with a grin.
"Why?" Fletcher leaned against the wall.
"For a little picnic, and we can all do stuff there. Violet can smash cars for fun," Chyna gestured towards a smirking Violet.
"- I can play some music, because it is rather further out." Chyna picked up her saxophone and played a jazzy rhythm.
"-Melanie can tinker with all the cars," Melanie looked up at the mention of her name, and she smiled.
"- and Olive can help her by reciting books and marvelling at the science of it." Olive smiled and put her head up with pride.
"Can I come along and do some painting?" Fletcher asked with a twirl of his paint brush.
"Be careful with that!" Olive snapped. She had small drops of paint on her clothes and a frown on her face.
"It's just paint-"
"Interesting factoid about paint-"
"Don't bore art for me!"
"Interesting Factoid about Interesting Factoids-"
"I don't care!"
"Go away then!"
"Fine!" Fletcher stormed away red in the face. Olive looked on with a scowl on her face before stomping off to her pile of books.
"Those two are so..." Violet's voice trailed off.
"Confusing?" Chyna offered.
"That."
Afterschool, the teens took the bus to a stop near the old car yard. Melanie took in a deep breath and sighed.
"I think I'm in heaven."
"I can't wait to experiment," Olive cheerily said with a pen tucked behind her ear and a notepad in her hand.
"Instead of painting, maybe I can sculpt a few things," Fletcher added with a smile.
"It has potential," Olive agreed and the two best frienemies shared a smile.
"If you need something crushed, I'm here," Violet interrupted.
"I can't wait for some good blowing," Chyna said happily.
Fletcher, Olive and Violet snickered.
"Get your minds out of the gutter."
Sure enough, the next day at school, the three girls were certain Fletcher was in love with Melanie.
"Whatchya painting," Chyna sang as she stared at Fletcher's canvas.
"Abstract," Fletcher answered, still concentrating on his new painting.
"Interesting factoid about-" Olive chimed in and babbled on as nobody listened to her. Melanie chuckled as she pretended to listen. Fletcher smiled and continued his painting.
"Hiyaa!" Violet cried out as she snapped brick in half.
"She scares me a bit," Melanie whispered to Olive.
"You get used to it."
"Hey Fletch, can I speak to you, alone?" Chyna asked.
"Sure?" Fletcher placed his paintbrush on the easel before walking to the 'Panic Room' with Chyna. She closed the door and turned around, facing a very confused Fletcher.
"So, you like Melanie?" Chyna questioned as she raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, she seems nice," Fletcher replied, and then he frowned, "Chyna what is this all about."
"We know you're in love with Melanie," Chyna giggled as she folded her arms.
"No I'm not," Fletcher drawled, confused.
"Save it Fletcher, every time Mel makes plans with somebody, you want to join in too," Chyna told him as she uncrossed her arms.
"I don't lo-"
"You're painting with purple again!" Chyna shouted at him.
"What does that mean?" Fletcher asked her as he leaned against the wall.
"You only paint with purple when you're in love. Not to mention that it is with baby pink and a love red," Chyna said to him with her hands on her hips.
Fletcher groaned and tilted his head back.
"Groan all you want, but we know you love Melanie."
"I don't love Melanie," Fletcher deadpanned.
"Whatever, you need to make a move, tell her you-"
"Chyna!" Fletcher yelled.
Her eyes widened, Fletcher rarely got angry at her like this.
"I don't love her," were Fletchers final words as he exited the panic room.
Luckily for him, the recess bell rung. Fletcher made his way to the front of the school, and nobody else was there to bother him. After sketching and eating for ten minutes somebody came in.
"Hey," Olive said as she sat down next to him.
"Chyna sent you to come and find me?" Fletcher asked her coldly. He stood up to walk way but Olive grabbed his wrist as she stood up.
"No she didn't," she seethed through her teeth.
"So you don't know about our little argument?" Fletcher's voice had slightly softened.
Olive let go and folded her arms at him.
"Oh, she told me about your 'little argument.'
Fletcher groaned and tried to walk away, but Olive grabbed his wrist.
"Lately, you've been in love. We can tell," Olive told him.
"I don't love Melanie," Fletcher said to her. Their eyes connected.
"Well, you like someone. It's not Chyna because you got over her," Olive started.
Her hand slid off his wrist and they faced each other.
"It's not Violet, because you still try and avoid her sometimes in fear she'll ask you out."
The corners of Fletcher's mouth twitched. The amount of times Olive had to save him was uncountable.
"It certainly isn't me because you can't stand me-"
"I never said that," Fletcher interrupted.
"Remember that little cartoon you made?"
"But-"
"Remember when you said only Chyna was happy that I regained my memory?"
"Listen-"
"Let's not forget-"
"Look if you're just going to lecture me, just leave," Fletcher said to her.
"Fine."
Fletcher's eyes widened.
"But you should tell Mel-"
"I'm not in love with Melanie," Fletcher groaned.
"I know it's scary telling someone you like them," Olive said to him as she put her hand on his shoulder. Fletcher's eyes slightly softened.
"Just tell her, you never know she just might like-"
Fletcher put his hands on Olive's waist and pulled her in, once his lips were firmly placed on hers, he wrapped his arms around her waist. Olive stood frozen, thoughts rushing through her mind, her eyes widened in shock, and she wasn't the only one.
Violet and Chyna stood with their jaws to the floor behind a nearby window. They both eagerly watched Fletcher happily have his lips on Olive's.
Fletcher pulled away and locked his eyes with Olive's. Her mouth began to open and close, small noises escaping, making it clear she didn't know what to say.
"Sorry," Fletcher whispered.
"I-it's fine," Olive muttered.
AN: I know, the ending was so original :P I am going to have the whole arc done before the weekend ends (I hope) before my urge to write runs out.