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Chapter 3:ApparANTly you're my hero.

I was running through a forest; there was fire everywhere. I didn't know which way was out, so I started to scream. I needed someone to help me, but who would hear me? I was in the middle of a forest.

Just then I heard someone's voice in the distance. A body jumped out of the bushes and grabbed my hand. We started running. As soon as I recognized the face, I opened my eyes screaming his name, "FLETCHER?"

Fletcher looked at me worried, not caring that once again the whole bus was starting at us.

"Are you okay, Olive?"

I looked at everyone's stares, and wished that I hadn't fallen asleep. I blushed and looked down. Fletcher was still expecting an answer, but I didn't want to tell him that he was in my dreams. I especially didn't want to tell him he was my hero. Kill me now.

"Um, I'm okay. Could you tell everyone to stop staring at me, please."

Fletcher told everyone there was nothing to look at, and Chyna gave me a, 'when we are in private, you are going to tell me everything' look. I smiled at her. When finally everyone was doing something else, Fletcher looked at me smirking.
"Why did you say my name in your dream? Was I in it? I bet I was awesome, wasn't I?"

"You weren't awesome!"

"So I WAS in it!"

"Well, I , Uh." My face turned red as I tried to come up with a lie, failing miserably. Hey, having the memory of good liars didn't make ME good at it.

Fletcher crossed his arms feeling good about himself, when the bus made a sudden turn and stopped. Gibson stood up out of the driver seat.
"AND WE ARE HERE. Now wasn't that a nice short ride?" He said cheerily, grinning.

The ANTS all sighed tiredly. Gibson took the sighs, as sighs of happiness, so he continued smiling. He told us to gather our stuff and go to the campsite where the camp counselor would be waiting with our tents. We all gathered our stuff and got off the bus, as asked. The camp counselor was waiting there with his dark eyes, red hair and happy expression.

"Howdy, campers! I hear you guys are all student protegees, am I right?" He said.

Everyone was silent.

"What a talkative bunch we have here." He grinned and no one laughed, "My name is Mr. Addly, and feel free to ask me anything."

Violet put her hand up.

"Yes?" Mr. Addly said.

"Can we get our tents up yet? I'm tired." Violet said lazily. Mr. Addly smiled, and replied, "You bet your bottom dollar we can! Let me show you how!"

For the next ten minutes of watching Mr. Addly put up a tent we were finally aloud to give it a go.

"This'll be a piece of cake." I said. Fletcher frowned "I wish I had a piece of cake." He said, holding his empty stomach.
"Fletcher! Let's just get this done." I said impatiently, hitting him in the arm. "I'll start because obviously I, would remember what to do."
He rolled his eyes, and rubbed the arm I hit.

I took the first pole and put it together, straightening it out. Fletcher picked up another pole and did the same. When we had all the poles straight, we picked up the tent and just stared at it, not knowing what to do.

"What now, genius?" He smirked.

I looked at the poles and remembered when Mr. Addly was teaching how to put the poles in the tent, I was thinking about my dream featuring Fletcher. I could SO not tell him that. I guess I'd just have to act like I knew what to do.

"Well, if you MUST know" I said annoyingly, "You, er, put the poles into the pole flaps. Got it?"

Pfft, how hard could this be, really?

We picked up the poles, and as I was putting my first one into a flap, my hand slipped and I fell into Fletcher. He caught me, but we both ending up falling into the disassembled tent. As it so happened, our faces ended up two inches apart, with me on top of him. We stared at each other for what felt like forever, as Violet came over yelling.

"Hey, what are you guys doing? Get away from my Fletchy, Olive!"

Violet grabbed my biceps and yanked me up, about to hit me. Fletcher got up and grabbed her arm just before her hand collided with my face.

"Violet, STOP. You promised if I-" He stopped abruptly, almost spilling what he had talked about with Violet earlier. He fake coughed. "You know…"

Violet smiled, forgetting about the whole fiasco and replied in a singsong voice, "Okay, but you know what I want." And then she went back to her half-made tent. I looked at Fletcher and then at all the ANTS, plus Mr. Addly and Gibson gawking at me. Gee, they are sure doing that a lot lately.

Just as Fletcher was about to ask if I was doing okay, Chyna walked up to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me away from the group.

"What is happening with you, Fletcher and Violet? Are you two secretly dating this time for real, and Violet doesn't like it?" Chyna squealed happily. My eyes widened.

"Um, no, of course not! Violet is just really jealous about any girl around him, I guess." I looked down.

"Okay, Olive, but if anything happens, tell me the deets!" She said ecstatically as she left to go help Violet with the tent.

"IT WON'T!" I yelled back, not truly wishing it, but knew that Fletcher loved Chyna. It could never happen with me.

"Olive? You want to come and help me with this mess of a tent?" He laughed.

I walked over to him and embraced him in a hug. He blushed.
"What is this for?" He said.

"Thanks for getting Violet off my back I guess she really thinks something is going to happen between us. Crazy, right?"

But I didn't really think it was crazy at all…

"Yeah, crazy." He chuckled quickly before quickly grabbing the tent, and holding it up. "Little help?"

"Sure." I replied, grabbing a pole.