(Author's note: Hey guys! So, just a couple of notes, first of all, I apologize for the sudden outbursts of song…but I can't stop them, haha. I also apologize for spelling and grammar, etc errors I make. I'm not a stupid person, but there's mistakes in there. And please review, I love reviews, but no hateful reviews please. Please. And if you could give a follow or favourite, that'd be much appreciated. But I won't challenge you, I promise. Okay, enough from me, time to get back to the story you came for, not for an author's note. :D Alrighty, story time.)

(Olive took a moment to let it sink in that she could look forward to a night of slow dancing with Fletcher, as did Fletcher. Fletcher knew any normal guy would make some form of a "Move" at this point, so he did whatever his courage let him.)

Fletcher: You know, we'll have to be more convincing this time. Angus and Violet barely believed it last time. (He gives a soft, polite smile.)

Olive: (She stares politely back. "STEP ONE, YOU SAY "WE NEED TO TALK." HE WALKS, YOU SAY "SIT DOWN, ITS JUST A TALK." HE SMILES POLITELY BACK AT YOU. YOU STARE POLITELY RIGHT ON THROUGH. SOME SORT OF WINDOW TO YOUR RIGHT, AS HE GOES LEFT AND YOU STAY RIGHT. BETWEEN THE LIES THE FEAR AND BLAME, YOU BEGIN TO WONDER WHY YOU CAME. WHERE DID I GO WRONG? I LOST A FRIEND, SOMEWHERE ALONG IN THE BITTERNESS. AND I WOULD HAVE STAYED UP WITH YOU ALL NIGHT, HAD I KNOWN HOW TO SAVE A LIFE." I'm sorry…) Fletcher, where are you going with this?

Fletcher: Not sure exactly…Just kidding. I mean, to get them to believe us, we have to look believable. I think we should practice.

Olive: What? Slow dancing?

Fletcher: (He looks down like he had just said the dumbest thing in the world.) Yes.

Olive: Okay, it sounds like a good idea. (Fletcher's heart lights up at this response.) So, they're more than likely to play "Chasing Cars" again, but that's a Fast-Slow song, we need to practice Slow-Slow songs and a song that's neither fast or slow, its medium. I have two of the three types.

Fletcher: Okay, what songs are they?

Olive: "Crash" by You Me At Six, which is a Slow-slow song and "Demons" by Imagine Dragons, which is a middle song.

Fletcher: I've got "Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol, that fits well.

Olive: So, we can practice what we're lacking in most. For you, that would be knowledge, sorry. (They both laugh at this little dig.)

Fletcher: Sounds good to me, ladies first.

(Olive walks over to the stereo dock and plugs in her A.N.T Pad. Fletcher takes her hand and pulls her to the center of the room.) Come close, Olive.

Olive: Since this one is so slow, we should basically be hugging and swaying side to side.

Fletcher: I guess so. Let's just get ready and I'll start the song and we can snap back into place. (He pulls Olive close, surprising himself, he didn't see himself being a romantic. He wraps his arms around her waist and Olive wraps hers around Fletcher's neck, she smiles as her head fits its way into his neck. She felt safe, happy and somehow at home.)

Olive: (A few seconds later, Fletcher still hasn't started the song. Olive enjoys every second of his arms around her, but eventually, he'd feel weird too.) Uh, Fletcher? You maybe want to start the song?

Fletcher: Oh, right! Sorry. (Olive smiles and nods. Fletcher taps the screen and runs back to his position as the 30 second Guitar intro of "Crash" begins.)

"And I know, I've said this all before.

But opposites attract.

We try and run away but end up running back.

All I want to do, all I want to do is lie down.

And crash, fall down.

I'll wrap my arms around you now.

Just crash, its our time now.

To make this make work second time around.

Oh, crash, fall down.

Just crash, fall down.

Just crash, fall down.

Just crash, fall down."

(They both pull away and begin to figure out how close to be for "Chasing Cars.")

Fletcher: So, I'm thinking for this one, we should be close, just not "Hugging" close.

Olive: Yeah, there are slow parts in this song, so we shouldn't have our elbows completely straight but we shouldn't be as close as we were in the other song. If we can practice the 3 different types of slow songs thoroughly with the longest songs we have, this should be very easy to replicate convincingly at the dance.

Fletcher: I didn't understand all of that, so, let's get to it.

(Olive positions her hands on his shoulders but bends her elbows, Fletcher does the same at Olive's waist. Olive leans her forehead against Fletcher's, Fletcher leans his forehead against Olive's.)

Fletcher: Okay, now that we have this worked out, we can start the song. (Olive taps the screen on Fletcher's A.N.T Pad and runs back into place.)

"If I lay here, if I just lay here.

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?"

(The song concludes and they putter about to find a good distance for "Demons." Olive puts her hands on Fletcher's shoulders but keep her arms straight, Fletcher straightens his arms out as he puts them on Olive's waist.)

Fletcher: Oh look. We can see each other's faces this time!

Olive: I'll just start the song now. (In her mind, she thinks "You've got a really cute face." She taps the screen and runs back to Fletcher.)

"When the days are cold and the card all fold.

And the saints we see are made of gold.

When your dreams all fail and the ones we hail are the worst of all.

And the blood's run stale.

I want to hide the truth.

I want to shelter you.

But with the beast inside, there's nowhere we can hide.

No matter what we breed.

We still are made of greed.

This is my kingdom come.

This is my kingdom come.

When you feel my heat.

Look into my eyes.

Its where my demons hide

Its where my demons hide.

Don't get too close.

Its dark inside.

Its where my demons hide.

Its where my demons hide."

(They only get to the end of the first chorus when a woman, Miss Winter, Mr. Grundy's secretary opens the door and comes in. Fletcher and Olive jump away from each other and shut off the song. Winter's looking down at her clipboard.)

Winter: I'm just here to inspect the room. Not a very satisfactory job for someone who went to Harvard. Did I mention I went to Harvard? (She looks up from her clipboard.) Am I interrupting?

(Fletcher and Olive look at each other, in shock. Neither responds.) I'll just come back later. (She leaves the room and shuts the door.)

(Fletcher and Olive look at each other and start laughing.)

Fletcher: That was so awkward!

Olive: I know, and the look on her face! Priceless! (After a while, they stop laughing.) Okay, Fletcher, now let's be serious. You didn't answer my question from earlier. Who is the girl you were talking about?

Fletcher: ("Tell her or not? Tell her or not? Tell her or not?! …Not.) Uh…

Olive: (She thinks it could be her. It is, but she doesn't know that.) Who?

Fletcher: ("Think. Think. Come on! Think!") Uh…Chyna.

(The pain for Olive was so quick. It was as if someone had ripped her heart out of her chest, threw it on the ground and made her watch it smash to pieces. Never to be repaired. Too broken to fix.)

Olive: ("Chyna was wrong. She LIED to me.) Oh…um, I feel sick. I think I'm going to go back to my room. (She leaves.)

Fletcher: Okay, feel better, Olive! (The door slams. "You should've told her. You IDIOT!") I am so STUPID! Why didn't I tell her? No. No, its not too late. Tell her with the collage. Come on, Fletcher. You've got work to do. (He starts to make Olive's collage.)