"I can't believe we won," Chyna shouted as she enveloped her best friend in a tight hug. They had just walked into Chyna's living room.

Olive patted her on the back and tossed her purse onto the living room piano. "And you are surprised why," she said with a laugh.

Chyna let go of the blonde and rolled her eyes. "Once again I say," the girl began as she backed toward the couch.

Olive put a hand on her hip and rolled her own eyes. "College has made you mean," she said in a mocking voice. They both broke out into laughter as Chyna kicked off her heels and Olive made her was to the stairs.

"Now on a more important note," Olive began as she leaned on the stairwell, "What is going on with you and Fletcher?" Olive wiggled her brows and watched Chyna pick up her heels and make her way over to the stairs.

They walked to Chyna's bedroom and Olive hopped onto the bed. Chyna flung her shoes into the closet and ran a hand through her hair. "I broke up with James before the competition," Chyna mumbled as she pulled her hair into a bun. She grabbed her pajamas off her dresser and heard Olive smack her lips.

"Figures," Olive said then shrugged her shoulders, "Especially after that text you sent…such a shame. He sure was a looker."

Chyna pulled on her bottoms then hoisted her dress over her head. "Yeah, he was the absolute sweetest."

Olive chuckled. "Yeah," she made quotes with her fingers, "sweet." She dropped her hands and smiled, "I know you mean smoking hot! I mean that boy was fine!"

Chyna shrugged on her pink tank and chuckled. "Okay Olive, I get it." She walked over to her desk and sat on top of it.

Olive lay back on the pillows and looked up at the ceiling, still caught up in her rant. "I mean those muscles, those dark eyes, that rich deep voice!"

Chyna sighed as she leaned an arm back on the desk. "We get it Olive you can stop rubbing it in now."

Olive raised a brow and let out a scoff like chuckle. "And for Fletcher! Sheesh woman it's really the inside that counts to you huh."

Chyna instinctively hopped off the desk at Olive's accusation and tossed a stuffed bear at her. "I did not break up with James for Fletcher!"

Olive held the stuffed bear in her arms and placed her chin on its head. She smirked and quietly said to herself, "Wait for it…"

Chyna sat on the bed and picked at the fabric of her comforter. "Besides," she glanced up at the ceiling, "Fletcher doesn't look that bad."

"Boom," Olive shouted as she held the bear in the air with one hand and tossed her head back. "Ladies and gentlemen, Chyna Parks has officially fallen for," Olive put the bear down and audibly stifled a chuckle, "Fletcher Quimby." Olive couldn't hold her laughter in any longer and burst into a roar of laughter as she fell back into to pillows.

Chyna sat up and immediately began hitting Olive with the teddy bear. "It is not funny! I'm not giving you any corn flakes in the morning!"

Olive settled down and pouted slightly. "But I love corn flakes," she said simply.

Chyna tossed the bear at Olive who caught it and sat up against the headboard. Chyna crawled over to sit beside her friend and leaned her head back. A few seconds passed as Olive hummed lightly and fidgeted with the bear.

Chyna chipped at her pink finger nail polish and sighed. "So…"

Olive danced the bear in front of her. She absentmindedly responded, "So what?"

Chyna bit her lip and raised her brow as she looked straight ahead. "Is Fletcher…you know…cute?"

Olive stopped making the bear dance and thought for a moment. She scrunched her nose a little and said, "Uh…I don't know. I've never really thought about it."

Chyna nodded in agreement. She turned her body to face her friend and Olive mimicked her action so that they sat in front of each other with their legs folded beneath them. "Yeah, me neither. He's just always been…you know," Chyna started.

"Fletcher your best bro who sometimes stalks you out in a creepy desperate way," Olive offered with a smirk.

Chyna tried to frown at her friend's humor but her smile was evident. She flicked Olive's knee and said, "Seriously is he…attractive?"

Olive looked towards the wall behind Chyna and raised her brows. "Well, he has nice eyes…"

Chyna smiled as she thought about the look he had given her in the car that day she drove him to school in the rain. "Yeah, they are really piercing blue…like he can see inside of you."

Olive furrowed her brows and grinned as she shifted her eyes to look at Chyna. "I was just going to say like the ocean."

Chyna's eyes widened slightly. "Yeah," she stammered, "Me too. Totally…blue like the ocean or socks…blue socks." She reached to her night stand and grabbed a picture. It was from Angus's seventeenth birthday party a few months back.

Olive leaned forward when Chyna showed her the photo. "Hmm he has cool hair," Olive said simply.

Chyna nodded in agreement and said, "Yeah, it's so messy but it suits him."

Olive made a motor noise with her lips and tilted her head. She smacked her lips and said, "He has a nice smile I guess."

Chyna looked his face over and said, "It's wide and friendly. He has beautiful teeth…they are so white and pearly." She smiled to herself and continued, "And his lips look so soft."

Olive took the picture from Chyna and held it up slightly. "Yeah, even though he is scrawny, kind of short for a dude, borderline pale, has really hairy legs, and sports purple skinny jeans," Olive shrugged, "he is still kind of…"

"Hot," Chyna finished with a smile. She looked over to Olive who was giving her a blank look.

"Uh, I was going to say cute," Olive said. A grin started to form on her face as she handed a blushing Chyna the photo. "I'm going to get my pajamas from my bag downstairs," she smirked and slid off the bed, "try not to maul that picture of Fletcher while I'm gone."

Chyna feigned annoyance as she tossed the stuffed bear at the giggling blonde who rushed out the door.

The next morning Chyna bounced down the stairs to meet Olive on the couch. Whenever Olive spent the night she would get up at exactly 9:05 a.m., grab a bowl of corn flakes and turn to the history channel. "Morning dear," Olive said with a spoonful of corn flakes in her mouth. She tossed Chyna a poptart and fidgeted on the couch.

Olive glanced at the clock and said, "It is 9:15 and I've just tossed you a poptart so Fletcher should be here in three…two…"

Chyna turned her head to the door as the doorbell rang. She made her way to the door and looked at Olive over her shoulder. "You creep me out sometimes."

Olive shrugged as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. "You are welcome." She gave Chyna a serious look and said, "Oh and Chyna, you should probably prepare yourself."

Chyna knitted her brows as she put her hand on the handle. "What do you mean?"

Olive put her arm on the back of the couch and said, "You evaluated his looks last night for the first time. When you see him today, he is going to look different to you."

Chyna rolled her eyes and waved a hand as she turned the handle. "Olive I've seen Fletcher before." She opened the door and smiled as she turned form talking to Olive to greet Fletcher. Her smile faltered a bit as her eyes met his.

"Hey Chyna," he smiled as he stepped forward for her to let him in. He looked confused as he saw a strange look form on her face and she didn't move.

He knitted his brows and stepped forward again. He put a hand on her hip side and asked, "Are you okay?"

Chyna heated up a bit and when she felt his hand on her side. She smiled weakly and nodded. "Yeah, yeah," she shook her head and forced a chuckle, "I uh…hadn't noticed how short you were."

He held a tight smile and raised his brows. "Still taller than you shorty," he laughed then gently pressed her to the side as he walked into the house.

"Hey Olive," Fletcher greeted his friend brightly.

"It's in the microwave," she replied before taking in another spoonful of cereal and winking at Chyna, who was giving her a 'how did you know look.'

Chyna walked over to the couch and leaned against the arm of the chair in a half standing half sitting pose. Fletcher walked back over to the couch with a bag of popcorn and sat down near Chyna.

Chyna pointed to the bag of popcorn and looked from Olive to Fletcher. "How did you know he wanted popcorn," Chyna asked.

Olive gave her a look as if she asked the most obvious question in the world. "Fletcher always wants popcorn when he comes over on Saturdays after our sleepovers," she glanced at the clock, "Yep, this is around the time he comes over so he doesn't miss the chance to see you in your pajamas," Olive replied. Olive took another spoonful of her cereal as Chyna glanced over at Fletcher. He hadn't noticed Chyna's expression.

"No I don't Olive, now back to your nerd show," Fletcher teased as he leaned back to avoid Olive's punch to his shoulder.

Chyna was burning up (and it wasn't from anger) from the nonchalant way Fletcher had just checked her out. She stood up and moved toward the stairs. She pointed a thumb at the stairs and said, "I'm just going to go change and then we can watch a movie or something."

She raced up stairs and shut her door. She leaned her back against the door and pointed her head upward. "Stupid purple skinny jean wearing cute smiling punk," she mumbled under her breath. She sighed as she dropped her head down and touched a hand to her face and arm. "Stupid heat reactions…I'm going to break into a permanent fever it he keeps this up…"