AN: Here's part 2...
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"We know you're in love with Melanie." -Chyna
"No I'm not." -Fletcher
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"Just tell her, you never know she just might like-" -Olive
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.
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"I'm sorry." -Fletcher
"I-it's fine." -Olive
Fletcher and Olive haven't spoken to each other in a week, mostly because Fletcher was avoiding Olive after the little incident. This was making Olive feel worried, and the two haven't been seeing much of Violet and Chyna, who were discussing how all of this was possible.
"We should have considered Olive, because she was right next to Melanie all those times," Chyna sighed as she fell on to her bed.
"She has to feel the same way, right?" Violet questioned, thinking about all those looks Fletcher had on his face.
"I think she does, just the way the two argue and then go straight back to being best friends," Chyna wondered out loud.
The door bell sounded, after a few seconds Cameron announced Olive's arrival.
"Olive's here!"
"Time to interrogate," Chyna stated as she slipped on some sunglasses.
Violet gave her an 'are-you-kidding-me?' look.
Olive ran into the room with her face flushed and cheeks pink.
"I have something to tell-"
"Fletcher kissed you," Violet and Chyna said in unison, staring straight at Olive.
"I like him, as in like-like him," Olive sighed as she sat down next to Chyna.
"Have the two of you talked?" Chyna asked her, placing her arm around Olive.
"We haven't seen each other since the ki- wait, how did you know?" Olive shouted as she stood up.
"We saw," Violet simply shrugged.
"Oh," Olive frowned and sat down again.
"Just talk to him and tell him how you feel," Chyna advised as she grabbed her pillow and placed it on her lap.
"Simple," Violet added sounding rather dull.
"Fletcher's not at his house though," Olive told her sulkily.
"Let's hunt him down!" Violet shouted as she stood up and cracked her knuckles.
"We kinda have no other choice," Chyna said to Olive, gesturing to Violet.
"We have no idea where he is," Olive reminded them with an eye roll.
"We'll wait 'till tomorrow then," Chyna shrugged.
The next day at school, Fletcher walked up to his locker, but when he saw who was there, he wanted to run away.
"Fletcher Pumpernickel Quimby, don't you dare," Olive said to him as she walked towards him.
"Hey Olive," Fletcher greeted shyly. He looked the the grounds and refused to meet her eyes.
"We need to talk-"
"I know, the kiss and- and-
"Why did you kiss me?" Olive asked him bluntly. Fletcher's head shot right up at the mention of it.
"Because I, I like you. But I hate you sometimes. But I like you and I feel insane. Olive you've been my best friend for ages, but you annoy me to no end," Fletcher rapidly admitted.
Olive frowned.
"I really like you, and I'm sorry I kissed you. But I had to show you that you were the girl I really loved. I think that your endless babbling is both annoying and adorable. You're so beautiful, inside and out. You're smart. But you're annoying, you talk and talk and talk and-"
"I get it," Olive said and placed her hand over his mouth. Then she smiled. She opened her mouth to speak however Angus came running.
"Chyna and Violet are wondering where you two are, now let's go to home room," Angus puffed out. He grabbed Olive's arm as he led the way to homeroom.
Once they got there, everybody stared. Everyone else in the room either sported sly smirks or cheeky grins.
"We asked around a bit," Violet started, gesturing to the class.
"To see if you two," Chyna pointed at Olive and Fletcher, "should date."
"Look Chyna-"
"Olive, just wait," Chyna told her as he held up her hand in a 'stop' motion. Chyna grabbed a classmate and placed her in front of the couple. They recognised her as Chelsea, a girl with tan skin and black hair.
"You two have been best friends, despite all the fighting. I say it's about time!" She exclaimed and squealed. She jumped up and down and clapped her hands rapidly.
"Chyna, list-"
"Olive," Chyna sternly said with a frown.
"Maybe these opinions will help you out," Violet said as Paisley and Lexi walked into the room.
"Olive, Fletcher," Lexi said with distaste as she scanned the both of them.
"Hi," Paisley kindly greets with an excited wave.
"You two little ex-ants have been little ant buddies for ages," Lexi starts off, she rolled her eyes.
"Even efore Kahina came along," Paisley added gleefully with rapid nodding.
"It's Chyna," Chyna corrected, slightly annoyed.
"Anyway," Lexi drawled, she shot a glare at Paisley, "you two should totally date."
"Really?" Fletcher asked slyly as he looked at a blushing Olive.
Olive sighed as she walked over to Violet and Chyna.
"Look it's great that you think we should date, and that other people think we should date," Olive starts. She turned around and gestured to the room.
"I don't think you should-" Angus called out but Violet put her hand over his mouth.
"Continue," she smiled sweetly at Olive with two bats of her eyelashes.
"But doesn't it matter how I feel," Olive gestured to herself.
"It's important that Fletcher likes me, but aren't I important to?" She looked at Fletcher's blue eyes with hers.
"Okay Olive, I get it. You want to get back at me at all those times we've argued," Fletcher commented as he shifted his weight.
Olive began walking towards him with a sly smile.
"So, you're going to humiliate me in front of the entire-"
Olive wrapped her arms around his neck as she silenced him with her lips. Fletcher instantly closed his eyes as his hands found her hips. Eight seconds later, they parted and stared into each others' eyes.
"You- you-" Fletcher stuttered. His eyes widened and his mouth was wide open.
"Fletcher, I hate you. You annoy me to no end," Olive stated confidently as her hands slid off his neck
Fletcher frowned at her as he took his hands off of her hips.
"But I love you," she whispered as she avoided eye contact.
"So I guess we're both insane?" Fletcher asked as he tiled Olive's chin up with his thumb. The two shared a short kiss and smiled at each other.
"Awwwwww!" Came the chorus of the classmates plus Lexi and Paisley.
"Fletcher Quimby!" Angus shouted in rage as he began to stomp over.
"Uh oh," He squeaked as he hid behind Olive.
"Back away from my-"
With a thump, Violet's fist connected to his face and his body fell to the floor.
"Continue."
Fletcher and Olive were leaning in again, but their classmates interruepted.
"Awwwwwww!" They chorused again.
"This is way too mushy and gushy," Lexi flipped her hair and strutted away.
"Ignore her, you two are so cute," Paisley told them as she poked them on their noses. She walked away smiling, as everyone in the room stared at Olive and Fletcher.
"But she is right," Olive said to Fletcher. He gave a short nod in agreement.
"So, are you two going to date or something?" Violet asked as she gestured between them.
"Will you?"Fletcher questioned as he looked at Olive.
"I think I will," Olive told him, Fletcher then gave her an Eskimo kiss.
"Interesting Factoid about Eskimo kisses..."
"Kiss her!"
"Shut her up!"
And so Fletcher complied.
AN: Yeah, it's short I know. But there wasn't really much going on in iLost My Mind.
