A/N: This story has now been edited, much different from its original form in 2012, so just enjoy the changes idk. just tell me if you want the old version back.


Olive

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"Rock,paper,scissors, SHOOT!" Fletcher shouted as he quickly formed his hand into a fist. A rock. Too busy lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice that we had started. Or that I should go. I wish we didn't have to play Rock-Paper-Scissors for a piece of pie. Fletcher nudges me.

"Go." He pestered, waiting for my dumb face to move.

I snapped out of it. "Sorry."

I saw his "rock", but pretended I didn't acknowledge it. I put out a "paper".

"Ugh, you so cheated!" Fletcher mutters under his breath loudly, folding his arms. His attempt at being angry failed.

I laughed. "This is stupid."

I start to get up from the wooden table in the living room we were playing on, but Fletcher grabbed my hand abruptly. I ignored the feeling that follow it. The same good-weird feeling that appeared suddenly when he smiled at me in the halls. I ignored the bad feeling when he did the same, but to Chyna. I ignored every feeling that hinted to me liking Fletcher. It was ridiculous, anyway.

"Where are you going?" He asked confused. It was almost like he didn't want me to leave. I knew that wasn't true, though. Get over yourself, Olive. As if.

"How about you get the apple pie and I'll find the cherry one?" I just needed to get away from him as soon as possible. His answer might have been real important, but I didn't hear it. I left, twisted through the hallways, trying to find a bathroom.

I knew this would happen. I shouldn't have agreed to come. Not when just one look from him could kill me.

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Fletcher

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Olive scurried out and I just stared, watching her leave, confused. What? I let it slide anyway, getting up for the kitchen

She must have left so abruptly to get the pie. To be honest, I didn't even like pastries. I just wanted to interact with her. She seemed so off the whole night, but not when I asked her to come over. Maybe I should have let her spend the new year with her parents. I just missed my best friend, ya know? Ever since Chyna came, we haven't hung out in a while.

"Hello, Fletcher!" My aunt, the fat one, dropped the dishes she was cleaning and went to hug me. I mushed into her arms.

"The dinner was great, Aunt Janice, but have you seen Olive?"

"Aw, you two are so cute." She turned back to the plates, a smirk playing on her lips. "No, I haven't seen her.

But don't lose her again, okay?"

Her voice had some meaning behind it, but I waved it off. What did she mean lose? My house wasn't that big. Maybe she was back at the table.

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Olive

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Why was I even doing this? Just go out there, Olive, and act normal. Like you have for so long. I shoved my face into my hands, annoyed with my feelings. Why did I have to like him more than as friend? Chyna acted like it was just so bad for him to constantly follow her, but that was just another reason to be jealous of her. She was lucky. I was not. So what, I had picture perfect memory. I didn't have Fletcher.

And there I was, sitting on the floor of his family's downstairs bathroom. I wondered if he was even looking for me, or just shoveling that pie down his throat.

I felt warm inside just thinking of him. His smile, his weird graphic tees, him. I started thinking about when I first met Fletcher. That's where the root of the problem begins. I had a HUGE crush on him.

It started when I was around ten or nine years old; we both were new to the A.N.T farm. Fletcher was clomping out of the ugly yellow bus he was trying to get used to, while I was coming out of the my mom's shiny new car. He was checking his watch 20 times, when he bumped into me. My books went flying.

"I'm so sorry!" Fletcher yelled, reaching to pick up my stuff. "I'm clumsy." He sighed.

"I-It-It's ok." I stuttered. As soon as I looked into those eyes, I swear I felt butterflies in my stomach. I immediately fell in love with him. Now that I think about it, it was exactly how Fletcher probably felt when he met Chyna.

I knew I had a crush on him, sparking my sudden interest in love at first sight. I really thought it was real.

But when Chyna came, everything changed. I actually thought Fletcher liked me after a while! Then she went and, well, ruined everything. Don't get me wrong, Chyna was my best friend. (and Fletcher, of course. I mean sure sometimes he treats me like crap, but it's just Fletcher being Fletcher) I was upset at first, though. Very annoyed, too. But then I picked myself up and just became his best friend. Really, I gave up... but that doesn't matter. Eventually I forgot I even liked him.

Now, I feel the same way as I did before. Ugh. These thoughts were making my head pound. It was too much to handle for my already-overstocked brain.

I got up, thankful I hadn't started crying, and opened the door hesitantly. Coast is clear.

"Oh, hey Olive." Or not.

Fletcher stood before me, smiling bright, probably on his way back to the living room.

"I wanna show you something."

And with that, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the doorway.


A/N: I can't believe I'm even fixing this story, thank you guys so much for sticking with me. srs ^.^