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Olive's Perspective

I couldn't sleep. Not because of the fact that Fletcher was, like, one foot away from me, but because I didn't feel at home. The bad part about my current insomnia was my thoughts. I was drowning in them. I wish my stupid brain would shut off already so that I could stop thinking about, him.

After we finished putting up our tent, we all had a campfire, and sung jolly songs. I did enjoy that part, but I was flustered the whole time, because of that boy sitting next to me. We just got along so well. There was definitely something wrong with me to get flustered around…Fletcher.

Fletcher's Perspective

As I woke up in the morning, I felt unusually hot. I opened my eyes to see Olive's sleeping face three inches from mine.

"Ah!" I screamed, my face turning red. Her eyes slowly opened, and she also let out a scream, moving away from me.

"What are you doing sleeping so close to me?" She yelled.

"Me, close to you? You were sleeping close to me!" I replied.

Silence flooded the too small for this moment, tent. We both stared at each other with nothing left to say. Suddenly she grabbed her bathroom bag and left me in the tent, alone, to ponder about what just happened. Why did I get so flustered just because my long time best friend, Olive was sleeping close to me? Getting older sucks.

Olive's Perspective

I had to get out of there. It felt too awkward in that tent. Had I moved closer to Fletcher, or had he moved closer to me? I think the real problem, was how at peace I slept. All I can remember before I fell asleep was that I was thinking about how weird it would be to like-like, Fletcher. My dweeby, pathetic, artistic, cute, I mean…stupid excuse of a best friend. After that, I fell into a peaceful sleep. I even had a dream. I was walking down a dark tunnel, alone and cold, and at the end, was light. I crept along until I was only a few steps away. When I reached the light, it felt warm and all-too-familiar. It started to take a form. It had skinny jeans, brown hair that flipped at the ends, and a smile that could kill. Fletcher; and he was backing away from me, yelling.

Just as I was realizing it must have been me who subconsciously moved closer to Fletcher, Chyna snuck up on me, and patted me on the back.

"Hey, Olive. How was the sleep?"

Still half-asleep and not paying attention to anything but my thoughts, I jumped away, almost running into the sink.

"Whoa, Olive, didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to know how you slept last night with Fletcher so close? Did you guys kiss?" She winked.

Kiss Fletcher? Didn't she remember what happened the last time that almost happened? She must be joking.

"Ha, ha, right Chyna. We kissed, even though we hate each other's guts. Don't you remember how much puke was almost everywhere the last time that almost happened?"

Chyna laughed, and just smiled at me. "Okay, but when something does happen, don't say I didn't tell you." She walked out the bathroom door, leaving me alone to ponder my stupid thoughts.

Fletcher's Perspective

After I got dressed and went to the campfire area where everyone was gathered, I spotted Olive and awkwardly walked over to her. I was required to partner up with her all the time, unfortunately.

Mr. Addly stood in front of all us ANTS, and spoke in a loud, jolly voice. "Good morning fellow, ANTS. I trust you slept well in your beautifully put up tents?"

There was a silence, mixed with a few groans. I guess no one had a good sleep, other than me.

"Well aren't we jolly this morning? Well how about we go into the cafeteria building and eat us a good, healthy breakfast?" Mr. Addly said, while Angus cheered and ran, fast, into the building. Man, I bet food could make him do anything. Ha, ha.

After we all ate, some consumed, our breakfasts, it was time for swimming. I liked swimming, a lot, actually. So I was stoked.

After changing, I grabbed my beach bag and headed toward the beach. I spotted Chyna, Angus, and Violet, and walked over to them.

"Hey guys. Where's Olive?" I said. I hadn't actually seen her since breakfast.

"She said she needed to find some extra sun-screen, since she burns easily. But, wait, oh, there she is now." Chyna pointed behind me with a smirk.

I can't really remember what I asked, or if it was the sun blinding me, but when I turned around to look at Olive, my beach bag fell to the sand, and I swear so did my jaw. She was wearing a baby pink, polka-dotted bikini, and looking more like a girl than I ever remembered.

"Hey, babycakes. Wanna come swim with me?" Angus said, as he sauntered over to Olive, giving her a cheesy smile. He put his arm around her, making her look uncomfortable. I don't know what got into me, but I walked over to them, and pulled Olive away from him.

"Olive's my partner, and we already had plans to go swimming."

Olive's eyes widened in shock, and Angus looked mad, real mad. Crap, what did I start? And all this for…Olive?

So much for liking Chyna.