Hey, Guys. I really hope you like this chapter. I kinda ran out of ideas, so it may suck, but I can hope otherwise. xD I just have so many Folive feels. :')

I don't own A.N.T. Farm…

Fletcher's Point of View

So here's the thing. The name's, Fletcher. I'm currently on a camping trip with a bloody nose, a bruised face, and a very confused brain. The funny thing is, the most painful of the three, is my brain.

Olive's Perspective

Well, that day was interesting. As I recall, (and I recall everything perfectly), I walked down to the beach to go swimming and Fletcher was acting all weird. When Angus tried to kiss me, Fletcher punched him. They started fighting, and, of course, Angus won. Poor Fletcher is all hurt now, and I hope it's not my fault. See, now I am worrying about that stupid boy. He didn't even come to dinner, or back to the tent, and it's already past bedtime. Ugh, stupid, Fletcher making me care about him.

I unzipped my tent, and walked out. I needed to get him back safe. But where would he be? I went to Chyna and Violet's tent first.

"Chyna? Can I talk to you?" I called through the tent softly, trying not to wake Violet.

"Nrrrrraaaa."

I unzipped her tent, and shook her sleeping bag until she woke up. Her tired, irritated eyes bore into mine.

"What is so important, that you must interrupt my beauty sleep?" She said, whilst giggling.

"Have you seen, Fletcher? I haven't seen him since Angus beat him up." I frowned.

"Is he not back in your tent?" She said, a bit of worry sounding in her voice.

"Nope. I'm really worried about him."

Chyna smiled her Chyna smile. Oh great. That's her, 'I told you so' smile. Here is comes.

"Oliveeee? You are worried about him, because you liiikee him. I told you so." She grinned, and nudged my shoulder. She rose from her laying down position.

"Ew, Fletcher. Gross." But I was lying.

"Hey, Olive. I think you should go look for him first. If you don't find him, then come back and I'll wake up Violet, and we can all search. How does that sound?"

I nodded. I guess I could try to find him first. I really didn't want to go alone, because there might be evil leprechauns in the forest, but Chyna looked really tired. You can do it, Olive, for Fletcher.

"Well then, I'm off. I'll come back to you for the deets in a bit."

"Okay. I'm just gonna rest my head on this pillow, and…"

There was a soft snoring noise, coming from Chyna. Oh, Chyna.

As I zipped the door up, I heard a rustling from in the tent. I shrugged it off.

I walked into the forest toward the beach area. It was a beautiful sight at night. The ocean waves were moving slightly from the faint, cool wind, making a rippling effect. The moon's reflection was shining in the water, and there were soft cricket noises, making the atmosphere almost, romantic.

I walked along the beach and couldn't spot Fletcher anywhere. I heard a noise from behind me, so I sprinted back into the forest, with only the moonlight to guide me. Darn it, Fletcher. Where are you?

Fletcher's Point of View

The stars looked nice from up here. That's what I was doing to clear my head. It's all full of these thoughts of Olive, and I can't take it.

I jumped up when I heard a noise from behind me. A shadowed figure made it's way through the trees.

"Olive?" I called out softly, getting to my feet. I shuffled awkwardly. Just when I was trying to fix this problem, the problem found me.

"What the HECK, Fletcher." She half-shouted, as she whacked my arm. "Where have you been all this time? I was worri-, I mean, Chyna was worried about you."

Normally if I heard that Chyna was worried about me, I would freak out and paint, like, a million pictures of her. For some reason, I didn't care.

"Oh is she now? Well maybe if I go to her right now, she'll hug me!" I lied. Olive didn't need to know any different.

"Really, well if that's how you feel then I'll just leave you here to think about her then!" She yelled, and started to walk away.

"Wait, Olive," I grabbed her arm. "You want to watch the stars with me?" I smiled, shyly. I hope she didn't notice.

"O-okay…but I'm still mad at you for not letting me know where you were!"

I smiled. She sounded like the one who was worried, not Chyna.

"Hey, let's sit down." I said. We both sat down, only a couple of inches apart from each other. We looked at the stars. They were really pretty, but not as pretty as Olive, as I turned to face her. Her blue eyes were shining in the moonlight full of happiness for the stars. Wow, I actually thought Olive was pretty. I was disgusted in myself, but it a wrong kind of way, it felt right.

Olive's Perspective

This was nice; Fletcher and I, watching the stars together. It all felt so romantic, not that I liked him that way. Okay, well maybe I wasn't so sure of my feelings right now, but, whatever!

Fletcher turned to look at me. I stared up at the stars, naming all of them in my head, knowing that Fletcher would tell me to shut up if I were saying them out loud, unfortunately. As I named almost all of them, I turned to face, Fletcher, while he was still staring at me. We stared at each other for a whole ten seconds before we looked away. It was starting to feel a little awkward, so I said, "Did you, uh, know that star right there in the distance is called, Pegasus?"

"No way! Like the horse in Hercules? I love that guy." Fletcher laughed and I joined him. We both smiled.

"Yes, exactly like the character in Hercules."

All of a sudden, Fletcher turned his whole body toward me and moved a bit closer, so we were face to face. My eyes widened, and I blushed.

"Hey, Olive. There's something I want to try to clear my mind. It's really stupid, but I need to know why I," He leaned in closer, "Am feeling," And closer, "These weird-"

Just before our lips touched, a scream erupted from the edge of the forest, and I was pushed toward the cliff, about to plummet into the water forty-feet below.