I've always loved you
I give all of the credit on this chapter to her stories. I am going to start putting challenges on the chapters for this one I need 5 reviews.
Olive is now driving home from school. She got sick after seeing Fletcher and Chyna kiss, and was convinced they were talking about her.
Olive- The nerve of those two! They know I can't stand to see them together, let alone kiss! I wish they weren't even together!
Meanwhile, Chyna and Fletcher are talking back at school. Fletcher just announced he didn't love Chyna, after they kissed.
Chyna- If you don't love me, then who do you love?
Fletcher- No, I still love you, Chyna… it's just that I love somebody else more…
Chyna- What little tramp could you love, then?
Fletcher- Well, I don't know much about girls, but usually, they don't call their best friends 'tramps.'
Chyna- Dude, my best friend is Olive. I hate Lexi.
Fletcher- But… it is Olive.
Olive is now back at home, all alone. She is lying down on the couch, trying to make her migraine go away. Her phone buzzes as it receives a text.
Olive- Who could it be? All of my friends are at school…
Olive picks up her phone, and begins to read the text Fletcher sent her.
Fletcher- Hey Olive, I just wanted you to know I broke up with Chyna. She was being a spoiled brat, and way too high-maintenance.
Olive is now shocked and types this message back to Fletcher.
Olive- I'm sorry to hear that. Why did you break up?
Fletcher sends this text back to her.
Fletcher- I loved another woman. A beautiful, intelligent, blonde woman.
Olive responds with confusion as she tries to figure out who the mystery girl is.
Olive- Paisley isn't intelligent. Who could it be?
Fletcher is frustrated, since Olive is not good at taking hints.
Fletcher- What colour hair do you have?
Olive pulls a strand of hair in front of her face. She now realizes what he was trying to say.
Olive- Awwww, I like you too.
Suddenly, Olive hears a knock at the door. Her mom doesn't come home for another three hours, so she is utterly perplexed to who could be visiting. She believes it is the mailman.
Olive- Thank you!
The same person knocks the door again. She decided to go open it. Fletcher is standing there, smiling.
Fletcher- Don't worry, I like you too. I just didn't want to text while crossing the road.
The two are pulled into a tight hug.
Olive- But what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in school?
Fletcher- Not unless I faked a migraine.
Olive- But… but you had a perfect attendance record! How could you blow that?
Fletcher- When you're an artist, nobody cares if you missed a history class one time. And besides, history isn't my muse. You are.
Olive- Really?
Fletcher- Yeah. But I knew you would be creeped out if I did pictures that looked just like you, so I decided to make you have dark skin and black hair.
Olive- But that made me look just like Chyna!
Fletcher- Seriously? I didn't notice.
Olive- It's fine… I think that's kinda cute, actually.
Fletcher- Wait, what time does your mom get home?
Olive- In about three hours.
Fletcher- Cool. I'll stay with you until then.
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