Author's Note: I don't own any of these characters and these are more so an AU events from the show, but who knows this could happen. Please review and I will try to update as much as possible.
Fletcher had dragged himself to the cafeteria, not wanting to rush and see Chyna and her lunch date, of course Fletcher was just hoping that this was just a one time thing, not something serious, just her sitting and eating lunch with that ninth grader who had the nerve to be attractive and tall. It just wasn't fair, that guy couldn't creating a life sized 3-d model of Chyna macaroni, but he got to sit with her and not face the wall that sprung up anytime he tried to get close to Chyna. If a book from Angus didn't help, he just did not know what would, and that made even his favorite candy taste bitter.
Choosing not to sit with the lonely hearts group Fletcher chose another random table off to the side, hoping to be away from it all. Looking up from the nearly frozen green beans on his lunch tray he let out a minor grin as he realized he had a perfect view of Chyna and her date. Now that image would be burned into his mind and he would end up painting that little smile she wore for that tall jerk, imagining that smile was meant for him.
Olive slid in right next to him, and noticed the path his eyes had taken. She had found it weird to not sit with Chyna, not realizing that her eating lunch with a boy meant she would be eating by herself. She had glanced over at the table Fletcher normally occupied she saw a hopeful Angus look at her as if he was beckoning her to come over and she inwardly shuddered. He was just not, her type wasn't the word, and Olive knew so many words, but as she looked at Fletcher she saw him the same way she saw Angus and the word that described their current state was simple… hopeless.
"And that's why you won't end up with her. Let me guess, your palms get all sweaty and tongue tied when you want to talk to her, and you spend hours and hours thinking of just the right words to say to her but they just don't seem to come and that's what worries you most. You have a crush on her, we know that, we all know that but you're not the one sitting and having lunch with her, you're the one drooling over undercooked peas plotting some way to sabotage Travis with a large mural of him picking his nose or something like that, am I right?" Olive said staring him straight in the eye.
Fletcher was shocked to see that Olive knew exactly what was going on with him and his growing feelings for Chyna. She was too perfect, from the moment he had laid eyes on her he had known that he had found a new muse and that she would be on his mind for days on end. And even those thoughts made even him want to put a kick me sign on his own back, anything to put him out of his misery.
"Yeah you're right Olive, you're always right. But how do you know how I feel?" Fletcher had thought that it was his own personal torment that no one could understand but Olive was reading him like a book, and she was really good at reading books.
"I was there, it was the fifth grade, and he shared his fruit snacks with me, and I was hooked. I looked up so many love poems to recite to him, many I still don't understand, and I clung to him like a mother bear to her younger around poachers. Soon he called me a fart face and I was crushed. But that's all behind me now. " Olive said in her reminiscent voice
"But that was just …."Fletcher began to say but a finger over his lips stopped him.
"Shh… do you want me to help you win Chyna or not? It's time you've had a dorkervention" Olive said causing Fletcher to look over at Chyna just as she erupted with laughter over something Travis said. He had to do something, he could not go through the next four years pining and not getting anywhere close to dating Chyna.
"Okay Olive, work your magic"