I do not own A.N.T. Farm. Also since there have been concerns with using copyrighted song lyrics in stories on ff you will notice I have changed the lyrics (if you are re-reading this chapter).

Cause we gon' dance it up

We gon' jump all night

Til the sun comes up

Party til' sunrise

Chyna sang before letting out a breath and dropping her hands. She let the guitar hang off her body while she paced the living room. Once she decided to practice she had been playing and stopping for hours. It seemed like there was a song she wanted to play, deep down inside, but she couldn't find it. She decided to walk around the house and sing until she got the song out of her and could move on with her uneventful day.

The girl walked around the couch then nodded when she thought of a song. She put her hands position and began to play and sing.

It's just a wish to the ocean

A drift not much better

A hope so deep but we can't end up together

"That's not it either," she grumbled in frustration as she threw her head back. She tilted her head back forward and raised her brows. She smacked her lips then began to sing.

The wheels on the bus go round and round

Round and round

Round and round

She looked up to a mirror in the living room and held a dead pan expression once she stopped singing. "Okay, now I just need to stop," she said to herself. She turned her head toward the door once she heard a knocking. She took the strap of her guitar off and sat the instrument on the couch. She rubbed her fingers threw her hair and jogged over to the door.

She opened the door and smiled, surprised by her visitor. "Hey James," she gave him a quick hug before stepping back and gesturing her hand toward the living room, "Come inside. What are you doing here?"

James smiled back at her and shook his head. He held up a hand and said, "Hey Chyna, I can't hang out. I just came to say goodbye."

Chyna knitted her brows and leaned against the door. "Huh? What do you mean?"

James put his hands in his pockets and gave a weak smile. "I decided what better time to head out then during the Teacher's workdays. My mom and I are on the way to the airport to catch our flight to South Carolina. I won't be back until next month to hang out with Ty for his birthday so I thought I would tell you goodbye."

Chyna nodded and stepped away from the door to wrap James in another hug. "I'm going to miss you so much James," she said in his ear as he pulled away.

He kissed her forehead and stepped away from the porch. "Bye Chyna."

"Bye James," she said softly as she watched him get into his car and drive off.

She went back inside and sat down on the couch beside her guitar. She thought about all the good times she had with James for a moment before reaching for her instrument. There was another knock on the door when she put the guitar in her lap. She put it back down and rushed over to the door.

"Did you forget something," Chyna said as she opened the door, expecting it to be James.

Fletcher folded his lips and thought for a second before responding. "Uh, nope I don't think so," he smiled as he walked passed her and into her living room.

Chyna shut the door behind them and walked over to the couch. She sat on the coffee table while Fletcher sat down on the couch and put her guitar in his lap. "What did you think I forgot?"

Chyna shook her head and smiled. "I thought you were James. He had just come by to say goodbye since he is moving to South Carolina today."

Fletcher absentmindedly strummed the guitar and said, "Good riddance."

Chyna smirked and playfully hit Fletcher's knee. "James was a really nice guy…to both of us."

Fletcher raised a brow and looked down at the guitar. "Sure Chyna, if you say so…"

Chyna thought for a moment before she jumped up and took the guitar from Fletcher. She didn't wait to put the strap around her and just held the instrument in front of her. "I've had a song stuck inside of me all day and I can't find what it is. It's been driving me crazy but maybe that's it!"

Fletcher held a confused expression and asked, "What's it?"

Chyna rolled her eyes slightly but the smile was still stuck on her face. "Maybe it's a closure for me and James! Or about how much he means to me?" She saw Fletcher frown and mumble something under his breath. She sighed and rolled her eyes completely before saying, "as a friend you big baby."

She watched Fletcher stick out his tongue and cross his arms. "Just sing your special internal song about that jerk so I can tell you why I'm here."

Chyna giggled and said, "So sassy." She saw him crack a smile before she started to strum the guitar.

Although we had are hopes held high

It could never ever stand the fight, yeah

The love was never for do or die

The heart oh it knows, that it doesn't matter

How long my hand holds

Someone's got to let go

But I want you to know

That love it gets better

But for us to know we must move on

So let go and be gone

Chyna stopped singing and sat down on the couch beside Fletcher. He turned to look at her and gave her a weak smile. "You feel better? Was that what you were searching for."

Chyna frowned and sat the guitar between them. "No," she sighed, "maybe I should just quit for today." She dropped her hands in her lap and pouted, "But it is so frustrating! I just have to get whatever the song is out of me or it is going to drive me crazy!"

Fletcher widened his eyes and chuckled a bit. "Wow, crazy dreams keeping you from sleeping...songs trapped inside of you making you freak out," he chuckled and wiggled his brows, "sure it's not about me."

He continued to laugh at his joke as he reached for something in his pocket. Chyna sat with her eyes glued to the carpet as she thought over what he had said. He scooted as close as he could get with the guitar between them and held a picture in front of her. "Look at this sweet drawing I did in class yesterday. One of those girls you tried to get to ask me out the other week let me use her colored pencils."

Chyna snapped out of her thoughts and glanced down at the paper. She used her finger tips to trace the pattern of the sky. "Why is the sky purple," she asked quietly.

Fletcher shrugged as he took the paper back and folded it into his pocket. "I just felt like it needed to be purple in this picture."

Chyna nodded as she faded back into her thoughts. She reached for her guitar and stood slowly. "Maybe it's about you," she mumbled to herself.

Fletcher's eyes widened as he heard what she said. He remand quiet, not sure if his ears were deceiving him.

She paced in front of the couch, he fingers barely brushing over the strings while she talked to herself above a whisper. "The sky not blue but purple...blue like those eyes..."

Fletcher blinked for a moment and rubbed his palms on his pants.

"You're so different...you've always been different but now its in a different way," Chyna said to herself and knitted her brows together. "And I wonder what it's like to be that way." She stopped in front of him and looked down at her instrument. She began to play and sign.

I watched with resistance as you

Made the sky your own

Every cloud was your own kind of hue

And you told me let go

And to feel

And the colors became real

You gave me something that I couldn't reach

You opened my mind and you made me complete

You lift my heart from its bounds

Your love spins me around

My eyes are glazier, I'm crazier

Trip, fell, and caught just in time

To be found in your eyes

You make life crazier

Chyna gave Fletcher a wide smile as she met his eyes. "That was it! That was the song!"

Chyna had barely had time to set the guitar on the ground before Fletcher stood quickly from the couch and wrapped his arms around her waist. He pulled her towards him and roughly pressed his lips against hers.

Chyna let the instrument slowly slip threw her hand and touch the ground. No thoughts passed through her head as her mind went to autopilot and her lips moved with his.

Fletcher's mind finally told him to stop and apologize for attacking the innocent girl. He slowly let go of her and steaded her awkward stance. "You okay," he asked her gently.

Chyna didn't respond but ungracefully made her way to sit on the couch. She plopped down and kept her lips slightly parted.

Fletcher gave a nervous smile as he turned to look at the girl. He sat down on the coffee table and said, "Uh sorry," he twiddled his thumbs and continued, "I mean I think about you all the time and you inspire my greatest works...and to have me," he pointed a finger to himself, "inspire you to sing a song." He blushed a bit and rubbed the back of his neck. "That made my love for you increase like a thousand percent and I had to release that passion."

He waited for her to respond but she just sat there with her eyes downcast to the pillows on the couch. She was breathing unsteadily and her hand was slightly gripping the side of the couch. He assumed she was angry with him so he said, "I guess for now on I should stick to painting you when I'm inspired," he laughed awkwardly.

Chyna lifted her eyes to his and swallowed. She put her hands in her lap and he could see for the first time the blush that was burning on her features. "We should go hangout."

Fletcher furrowed his brows and glanced from side to side. He let out a quick laugh and said, "Uh kind of changing the subject, but I always come over when your parents are gone."

Chyna swallowed again and shifted slightly on the couch. "Yeah, that was when my Dad said you didn't count as a boy."

Fletcher was still confused and let out another laugh. "Okay, now I'm slightly offended but I still don't get it..."

Fletcher's eyes widened at Chyna's confession and his own cheeks burned red. "Yeah, now I'm considering myself to be a boy too." He furrowed his brows and said, "Wait I mean..."

Chyna laughed as she opened the door, glad he had broken the tension. She sighed as the cooler air outside hit her face. Fletcher smiled as he watched her close her eyes and enjoy the breeze.

He blinked then snapped his fingers. "Wait, I still had something to tell you! That's why I came over!"

Chyna opened her eyes and stood away from the door. She put her hands in her pockets and said, "Well maybe we could hang out...somewhere public," she added in a serious tone, "and you could tell me."

Fletcher nodded in agreement and stepped out the door. "Okay, I'll even get you some ice cream if we go to the boardwalk."

Chyna grabbed her keys from the hook beside the door and followed him out. "Sounds good, I could use something cold," she widened her eyes and watched him give her a cocky smirk. She cleared her throat and shoved her way passed him, "Because it's hot outside."