Chapter 9: The Make Up

Fletcher's POV:

At Fletcher's House.

"Hi, Sweaty. How was your date?" my mom asked

I replied as I started up the stairs. "Mom. It wasn't a date. I helped her with unpacking her house and she helped me with my friend problem. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go work on a new painting."

"Ok. If you need anything, give me a yell." I heard her as I got to the top of the stairs.

I got to my room and closed the door behind me. I pulled out a new canvas and started to paint a picture of my friends.

At school.

My mom dropped me off earlier than usual 'cause I asked her to. I walked in the A.N.T. Farm before anyone was there. I put my new painting in the middle of the room and put a cover over it. I sat there waiting for an hour.

"Fletcher kept calling me to talk but I wouldn't let him talk." I heard Olive telling someone.

"Yeah. He kept calling me, too. I hate ignoring him. Should we just talk to him?" I heard Chyna.

"No! I don't think . . ." Olive stopped when she saw me. "What's going on, Fletcher?"

"I have to show you guys something. Take a look at this." I turned and pulled the sheet off of my painting.

I painted Chyna surrounded by musical instruments and music notes, Olive surrounded by books and school stuff, and Angus surrounded by computers and other computer stuff. At the bottom it says Best Friends.

"Wow!" Angus, Olive, and Chyna said.

"I want to tell you guys, I'm sorry. I didn't mean or want to hurt any of you. Angus, you're amazing and you helped me out with lots of things. Olive, I love you, but not that way. You are awesome and I'm happy that I met you. Chyna, you are a great girl with an amazing voice and music talent. I fell in love with you when I first saw you. Can you guys please forgive me?"

Chyna, Olive, and Angus get into a huddle and talk about if they should be friends with Fletcher again.

"Guys, I think we should forgive him," Chyna whispered.

"I think so as well. He did paint that picture of all of us as an apology," Olive whispered.

"I guess we could forgive him," Angus whispered.

They broke from the huddle.

"We forgive you, Fletcher!" all three of them said.

"Thank you."

All four of us hugged.