December 23rd

Brooklyn New York, Grandma Dottie's

"Grandma Dottie, can I ask you something?" Fletcher says in morning as they ate breakfast in the kitchen.

"Sure Fletchy."

Fletcher stirs around his scrambled eggs. "What do you do when you love someone but don't know how to show them?"

Grandma Dottie drops her fork carefully, she folds her hands as her elbows rest on the table. "Well Fletcher, you can start off by telling them."

"But what if you already did?"

Grandmas Dottie cocks her head a bit. "Fletcher, who do you love?"

He sighs, dropping his head. "Olive."

Dottie gasps excitedly. "Honey you're in love with Olive?"

"I thought you knew that?"

"I knew you liked her, but not that you were in love. Have you told her yet?"

"Sort of. Before I left I kind of said it."

"Kind of?"

"It's complicated. Olive's way of saying I love you was 'breaking up with me so I wouldn't miss this opportunity,' so I said 'I love you too,'" Fletcher explains.

"Well have you told to her since then?" asks Dottie.

"No. We've haven't spoken in months," he admits. "And I don't want to tell her over text or phone. I want to tell her in person."

"Fletcher she's all the way across the country."

"I know. That's why I want to come home for Christmas."

"What made you decide that?"

"A little elf told me." Fletcher smiles.

After breakfast, Fletcher calls Chyna to tell her that he was coming home so he could surprise Olive.

"Now is not a good time Fletcher," Chyna tells him.

"Why not? It's Christmas," Fletcher speaks into his phone.

"Olive doesn't want you to come back. She hates you. And now she and I are in an argument because of it."

"She-Olive hates me?"

"I guess so."

"But what about that elf? And her wish? I thought she wanted me back?"

"She changed her mind I guess."

"But...I wanted to come visit."

"Well it's a little late for that. You promised to visit two years ago and you never showed. Now Olive's given up."

"But I haven't given up. Chyna, I love her."

"I know you do Fletcher, but you shouldn't be telling me."

The phone call ended at that, leaving Fletcher to swallow himself in confusing thoughts.

Does he go home or not?

Does he tell Olive he loves her not?

Does she hate him or not?

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