(Author's note: Hey, hey, hey! I think I took that from Shake it Up...Wait this is A.N.T Farm...I realize I'm falling behind in updating, I'm sorry, I've kind of been losing ideas lately because I rarely get time to think about the story due to all my other activities. Anyways, the song "Breakfast at Tiffany's" by Deep Blue Something is stuck in my head, so, just a heads up, you can probably expect to see it here...I'm sure it'll appear here somewhere.)

Olive: I just wish it was that easy, go up to him and say "Fletcher, I love you." I can't even say "Olive you." I mean, its really stupid that I'm 15 and feel in love but I can't imagine being with anyone else, besides, what other guy would put up with me up until the point where he knows the real me? I never felt this way about Graham or Dixon but I also never spent years building a friendship-love to this.

Chyna: That. That is what you'll tell Fletcher tomorrow.

Olive: Why tomorrow? ("THE SUN'LL COME OUT TOMORROW, SO, I'VE GOT TO HANG ON TILL TOMORROW. COME WHAT MAY. TOMORROW, TOMORROW. I LOVE YOU, TOMORROW. YOU'RE ALWAYS A DAY AWAY.")

Chyna: You need more preparation.

Olive: Okay, and it really helps that you helped me remember some common ground between Fletcher and I. I can't believe how hard it is to tell him, usually in T.V shows or books or movies, they portray it as easy for the girl and hard for the guy, sometimes, the girl is totally oblivious. ("YOU'LL SAY 'WE'VE GOT NOTHING IN COMMON, NO COMMON GROUND TO START FROM AND WE'RE FALLING APART.' YOU'LL SAY 'THE WORLD HAS COME BETWEEN US. OUR LIVES HAVE COME BETWEEN US.' STILL, I KNOW YOU JUST DON'T CARE. AND I SAID 'WHAT ABOUT "BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S"?' SHE SAID 'I THINK I REMEMBER THE FILM AND AS I RECALL, I THINK WE BOTH KIND OF LIKED IT.' AND I SAID 'WELL, THAT'S THE ONE THING WE'VE GOT.' "

Chyna: Okay. Now...go back to our room and practice alone.

(Olive leaves and Chyna stays there, trying to devise a plan. Elsewhere, Violet is alone in the room of where the Volleyball tournament is being held. Far away.)

Violet: Olive thinks she can go after my Fletchy like that and I'll just stand there and take it lying down? I'm taking that Blondewad down.

(Meanwhile, back at Z-Tech, Fletcher is alone in his and Angus' room, practicing. With a picture of Olive. One of Angus' picture of her.)

Fletcher: Hey, beautiful. I, um, just wanted to tell you that, uh. Oh, sorry, I was just...lost in your eyes for a second there. I almost drowned in those pools of Sky Blue water. I wanted to let you know that, I uh...Dang it! I can't even tell a stupid picture! (He throws the picture down and immediately picks it up.) I'm so sorry, Olive, your picture is not stupid. Not even a picture of you can be stupid. (He kisses the picture.) Wow, uh, the real you is a way better kisser, her lips are less...papery. But equally as glossy.

Chyna: (From behind him, in the doorway.) So, any progress?

Fletcher: AHHHHH! (He throws the picture and whips around.) Don't do that!

Chyna: Any. Progress?

Fletcher: No! I can't even tell a picture of her how I feel about the real her! I get lost in her eyes and I freeze. Her smile made my heart refuse to tell my mind to tell my mouth what it should be saying. This is so frustrating!

Chyna: No, this is good! Keep going! You were onto something, don't lose it! What else do you love about her?

Fletcher: Her. That's what I love.

Chyna: And why...? (She motions her hands in the "Keep going" way. Like, by rotating her arms.)

Fletcher: Why not? I mean, she's beautiful, funny, sweet...She makes me happy in the best ways. I've never kissed anyone else except her, not even Kennedy but I know that kissing Olive is better than kissing any other girl. I actually want to kiss Olive, I never felt the need with Kennedy. I was miserable most of my time with Kennedy, I couldn't be myself, I could only be "Scott" With you and Olive, I can be Fletcher Pumpernickel Quimby. I'm an idiot most of the time and you two love me anyways, you know as a friend. But I want Olive to love me the way I love her. I don't want to scare her away like I have with every other girl. Kennedy didn't care about me, I know that, she just thought I'd be a good example of how she can change people for the better if she's elected. Seeing Olive in that dress the day she got together with Dixon made my jaw drop.

Chyna: And...?

Fletcher: If I was going to spill my entire heart, it would take a long time. And no offense but I'd rather use that time on Olive.

Chyna: Fair enough. I think you're ready. You can practice with me one more time tomorrow before you tell Olive. TOMORROW.

Fletcher: I'll be ready!

Chyna: Hey...where's Angus?

Fletcher: I don't know, haven't seen him all day. Hopefully we have that luck tomorrow.

Chyna: Nice. Well, its getting late. I'm going back to my dorm. (Chyna turns to leave.)

Fletcher: Wait. Just, try and get Olive to spill a bit, please. I want something to work with tomorrow. Please? For me?

Chyna: For you? Anything.

Fletcher: Thank you. You're a great friend.

Chyna: As are you, well, goodnight.

Fletcher: Goodnight.

(Chyna leaves the room and meanwhile, Olive in their dorm, practicing alone.)

Olive: Hey, uh, big boy. So...what do you say we get on up to the roof and talk about Chemistry? Like, uh, explosions? Oh my gosh, this is tedious.

Chyna: (From the doorway.) Ugh, you're telling me.

Olive: No, I wasn't. I was telling myself and imaginary Fletcher. Because I can't tell the real Fletcher just yet.

Chyna: No kidding. Look, we've prepared earlier, you'll tell him tomorrow. Let's just go to bed now so we can wake up early and get you all dolled up for your big "Confession" and then you can look all pretty if he kisses you. Because, let's be honest, no one has a pretty kissing face. Ducks.

Olive: Good. Really good.

Chyna: Whatever.