Elle a Tout Ce Que Nous Avons

Summary: When a new girl starts school at Webster High, she doesn't get the best reactions from Chyna and Olive.

Disclaimer: I still don't own A.N.T. Farm, and you probably don't either so HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! I don't know why I'm laughing at you if I don't own it either.

Little Voice in My Mind That Make Good Decisions: That really is mean Madamgirl.

Little Voice Outside of My Head That Makes Bad Decisions: Your mean too! You aren't even respectful enough to call her by her real name!

Little Voice in My Mind That Make Good Decisions: Yes, but then any creeper out there would know who to look for in one of the fifty states.

Little Voice Outside of My Head That Makes Bad Decisions: Yes, but I know about a dozen people with her name that live a maximum distance in miles equivalent to the number of digits in a number that is a homophone for "a type of pastry often used by clowns" from my house.

Little Voice in My Mind That Make Good Decisions: That makes no sense. Plus my mom is friends with a clown and she never uses pie.

Little Voice Outside of My Head That Makes Bad Decisions: So…

Little Voice in My Mind That Make Good Decisions: So what? Were you going to say that we should really continue the story that you were to lazy to work on? Huh? Huh?

Little Voice Outside of My Head That Makes Bad Decisions: Curls Up in a Ball in the Corner

Regular Madamgirl: O.K. or as they say in French, "O.K."

Little Voice in My Mind That Make Good Decisions: That is the exact same thing!

Regular Madamgirl: Really harsh. ON TO THE STORY!

Last Time on Elle a Tout Ce Que Nous Avons:

Etoile's POV:

She was starring into the big bleue eyes of the attractif garçon next to her. She could stare at him all day. He was drôles, gentil, intelligent, artistique de… She could go on all day. Suddenly, she noticed everyone had stopped talking, and had started starring at her. Worst of all, Chyna was giving her the Si-j'avais-la-vision-au-laser-comme-un-des-talents-naturels-évolués-vous-seriez-mort-sur- le-plancher- dès-maintenant éblouissement.

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Etoile's POV

Everyone was staring at her. She thought she was about to brûlent jusqu'à comme une sorcière sur le bûcher. She was faible. Suddenly, everything went noire.

Fletcher's POV

A few moments ago I had noticed that Etoile was staring at me. Then, it seemed like Chyna was going to annihilate Etoile. Then, Etoile passes out and Chyna seemed really belligerent. It seemed like it all happened in a second. I was really confused.

Chyna's POV

So. A moment ago, I noticed that Etoile was staring at Fletcher. Then, I think I may have had laser vision for a second. Then, Etoile passed out cold on the floor. I thought about stabbing her while she was out with a pencil, but then realized that was just cruel. Then, Fletcher seemed veritably confused.

Gibson's POV

I came into the room after a long game of Gibsonary with an frozen orange fruit pop to find a French exchange student taking a nap on the ground.

Etoile's POV

I woke up in the infirmerie and the memories started flowing back. I remembered how Fletcher had seemed so séduisant and Chyna had seemed so meurtrier. Qu'avais-je fait quelque chose de mal? Si j'avais insulté la culture de Chyna? Je n'ai rien fait

Je l'avais admiré tout au plus. Je ne pouvais pas prendre plus. I began to cri. Plus, that was when the cruelle jeune fille talentueuse and her deux amis came into the room.

Chyna's POV

Fletcher, Olive, and I decided it was the right thing to go and make sure Etoile was alright. We were all silent on the way there. We were so so so… surprised at what we found when we go there. Etoile was crying. Why was Etoile crying? She was attractive, smart, talented, and she had Fletcher falling for her.

Etoile's POV

When she had move here from Paris, she was hoping she could make one good friend. She wouldn't be surprised if everyone hated her. She was a rude foreign girl who had no clue how to make anyone happy. It was the exact same way in France. When the opportunity had come for her to join the ANT program, she couldn't be happier. No more abuse from her cruel classmates. She felt like a waste of precious air. All of her old classmates had a good reason to bully her. Suddenly. Everything she was worrying about had disappeared. Fletcher was kissing her.

Fletcher's POV

Etoile seemed so hurt. He decided to do what he decided was best and pressed his lips to Etoile's. After a few seconds, he and Etoile stopped kissing and Fletcher heard Chyna running off. Fletcher ran after her.

Chyna's POV

Chyna could not believe her eyes. The love of her life was kissing her enemy. Chyna ran through the door, through, the halls, and outside. She could hear Fletcher chasing after her, but she didn't care. She would rather be anywhere in the world than Webster High. She ran to the park and sat down on a bench.

Fletcher's POV

I was running after Chyna as fast as I could. She was my best friend, the former love of my life, one of the best girls in my life. I'd be nowhere without her. I shouted for Chyna with all of my life and traced her to a bench in the park.

"Chyna, Why are you upset?" I said.

"You love Etoile," replied Chyna.

"Why is it wrong for me to love Etoile?" I asked.

"Because I love you!" shouted Chyna.

I then asked her, "Didn't you adore Nigel, the British genius?"

"Yah but… I don't know. Maybe I loved you so much as a friend, I made myself believe that I was the only person who could ever love you that much. And because of that, I made a monster of myself and made it impossible for you to find someone who really loved you," stated Chyna.

Chyna had trouble saying it, but brought herself to say, "Even though you have a girlfriend, and I almost ruined your life and hurt Etoile, I hope we can still be friends, and I hope Etoile can forgive me as well."

"I may be able to forgive you with ease, but I'm not so sure about Etoile." I stated.

Suddenly, Etoile ran to Chyna. She stated, "You may not believe this, but I completely admire you. I have admired you since the day I met you. I would love to be your friend.

No POV

From that day forward, Chyna and her group of trois was a group of quatre.

A/N:

*me sitting in my living room holding a bubble pipe*

Hello. My name is Madamgirl. You may know me as the author of Elle a Tout Ce Que Nous Avons, also known as She Has Everything We Have, and Étoile. I recently finished my first short story and I hope you liked it. I would like to dedicate this author's note to anyone who has read my story including: Pottergirl1, clobbz, and bestgyrl. You guys rock for sitting through my pathétique story written with a pathétique translator at 10 o'clock at night on weeknights. Thank you! Merci! ¡Gracias! ありがとう！Danke!