I'm back, with an update! Geez, I really need to get back on Revenge, but first, I couldn't help but update this fic, now that I have a good idea! Well, now for review responses!

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Wow, guys! That's a lot for chapter one, thanks! Without further ado, your chapter!

Molly sighed, and sat down at the lunch table, angrily. Today had been a living nightmare. Her teachers had really given her a piece of their minds for forgetting her homework, and she had ended up humiliated in front of the entire class. It didn't really matter, though. Homework or not, she did horrible. Seriously, it made Molly so frustrated that Skylar passed her classes with her eyes closed, and Molly killed herself and barely passed. Or didn't pass, depending on how bad it was. Like today.

When her teacher had handed out the geometry test, Molly already knew she would fail. All the numbers, lines segments, exponents and variables were so confusing, it made her head hurt. She would've needed confidence in herself to even get a "C" and that was confidence she didn't have.

And that brought her to right this moment, at lunch, when she learned that skipping breakfast and forgetting lunch, and then feeling sick from a test was a very bad mixture. If only Nicki hadn't suddenly called in sick! Molly knew Nicki would've shared her lunch. But it was all for the best, Molly kind of felt like being alone.

The silence was suddenly ended when someone tapped on her shoulder, and sat in front of her. Molly barely looked up, and when she did, she gasped. "Oliver?!"

The boy laughed. "Guess again."

"Oh, you're Oliver's brother, aren't you?" asked Molly.

The boy grit his teeth, "That's what I'm known as to most people in this school."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Molly muttered. At least she had an identity beyond her sibling.

Fletcher sighed, and shrugged. "Meh, it's not your fault. But if you want to know my name, it's Fletcher."

"Uh, of course I do! I mean, why wouldn't I? Um, I guess I just…" Molly stuttered.

Fletcher laughed. "Slow down, racehorse."

Molly blushed, with embarrassment. "Sorry, I'm Molly."

They smiled, shyly, at each other for what felt like forever, until Molly's stomach rumbled. She blushed, with embarrassment, and muttered, "I guess I'm kind of hungry…"

"Then where's your lunch?" asked Fletcher.

"I forgot it at home." Said Molly, surprising herself by giving the boy an honest answer. Skylar would've already left by now…

"Oh, well, you can split mine!" Fletcher offered, eagerly.

Molly smiled, and gingerly took a half of his sandwich. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Oliver might get angry…"

"But Oliver isn't here, now is he?" teased Fletcher, before winking at her. Molly's breath caught for a second, before she looked away, nervously. Better to scan the halls for any trace of their siblings…

"Hey!" called Fletcher, to her. She didn't turn around, so Fletcher shook her shoulder and said, "Earth to Molly!"

Molly snapped back to attention, and turned to him. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Well, we don't really know each other…" started Fletcher, "All we know is what our siblings have told us and, well…"

"What's Oliver told you…?" Molly asked, suspiciously.

Fletcher laughed, nervously. "Mostly that all the girls in your family are she-demons…" at Molly's shocked expression, he quickly added, "But if that is the case, you are definitely the prettiest she-demon I've ever seen." When Molly looked even more shocked, he flushed bright red. "Probably shouldn't have said that…"

"No, it's fine." Said Molly, "That was…sweet."

"Really?! You think so?!" asked Fletcher, a little too excitedly.

"Yeah." Said Molly, "But back on topic, what do you want to know about me?"

"I don't know, hobbies, passions, friends, stuff like that." Said Fletcher.

"Well," started Molly, "I'm a lacrosse player, I like fashion, and I'm best friends with Nicki."

"Cool!" said Fletcher, "You must be really popular!"

"Well…" started Molly. She didn't want to brag, after all.

"Well, I'm an artist, my best friends are Olive and Gabe Duncan-" started Fletcher.

"Kaz's brother?!" asked Molly, in surprise.

"Yeah," said Fletcher, "Kaz and Oliver hang out a lot, so I became friends with Gabe. Kaz has, like, eleven brothers. There's Kaz, Gabe, Jack, Gabriel (the mature one)…"

"I get it." Said Molly, "Continue."

"Well," said Fletcher, "Olive is super smart, about everything. Gabe likes to play pranks and stuff."

"And this…Olive." Said Molly, "Is she your, you know…"

"Girlfriend?" asked Fletcher. "Nah, we're just friends. She likes this kid at school named Farkle, anyway…"

Molly wondered why she felt relieved. "I know Farkle." Said Molly, "He's Gus's brother, right?"

"Yup!" said Fletcher. "They've got one weird family tree…"

At this, Molly started to laugh, and Fletcher joined in. Suddenly, their laughter was interrupted by a growling sound, and Molly looked down at her stomach, flushing bright red. Fletcher grinned and held out his apple, to give it to her. Molly took the apple from him, accidentally grazing his fingers, causing Fletcher to blush. Molly started to laugh again. They must've looked so ridiculous!

"So," said Fletcher, "What do you normally do in your free time?"

"I don't know," said Molly, "Play lacrosse, I guess. Sometimes I hang out with my friends, Liv Rooney, Jasmine…"

"The popular girls?" asked Fletcher, "I could've guessed. You're too pretty to be unpopular." When Molly looked surprised, he said, "Uh…did I say that out loud?"

Before Molly could respond, the bell rang, and she had to go to her next class, leaving a love-struck Fletcher behind.

Art class:

While in art class, the class Fletcher was normally very focused in, Fletcher couldn't stop thinking about Molly. Wow. Thought Fletcher, So this is what love feels like…It felt nauseous and wonderful, exciting and terrifying, but overall, he was mostly worried about what Oliver would do. He knew he shouldn't love her, but he couldn't get her out of his head! Her hazel colored hair…her soft skin…her chocolate colored eyes…

"Who are you drawing, Fletcher?" the art teacher asked, as she came over.

Fletcher snapped out of it, at that moment, and looked at his easel. He'd drawn a surprisingly good portrait of…Molly. "Uh, uh, NO ONE!" he yelled, as everyone in the class started to laugh. Fletcher turned to rip the page off the easel, but it was too late. His artistic nemesis, Avery Jennings, who was always trying to beat him at art skill, had snapped a picture of the portrait.

"Avery…" started Fletcher, nervously.

"And send!" said Avery.

Oh no. thought Fletcher. "Who'd you send that to!?"

"Evie Queen." Sneered Avery, flashing a grin.

"NO!" screamed Fletcher, as everyone laughed harder. Everyone knew Nosy Evie Queen, head of the school newspaper's photography club. She was completely obsessed with love, and the love lives of other students. Needless to say, many romantic (and private) pictures had shown up in the school newspaper, followed up with a story by the reporters Evie sent out to investigate. "You had to send it to her?!" he screeched, "Why?! Anyone but her would've been fine!"

"I know." Said Avery, shrewdly. "That's for beating me at last year's art show."

"I already apologized!" Fletcher whined.

"Oh well." Said Avery, "Maybe next time you'll think twice before you make me come in second."

Fletcher groaned, and smacked his head against the easel. Now Molly was going to think he was a freaky stalker! Maybe she would be angry…or worse, maybe Skylar would see it, and she'd be angry. Fletcher shuttered. Everyone knew what happened last time someone had angered Skylar. That excuse that the baseball club was borrowing the baseball bats wasn't fooling anyone.

Fletcher sighed, and started to pain a sad picture. It was always easy for him to get his emotion out in his drawings. He was just sad, that at the rate this was going, his portraits would be the only women he'd ever have in his life…

Aww, poor Fletcher! He's probably reading too much into this, yes, but still! Quick, TLK, give him one of your cookies! And did anyone catch the cameos? Yeah, I decided I'm going to make a lot of cameos, just because, well, they're so much fun! Also, this is a crossover, so a few random crossover characters isn't weird. Also, I decided Gus WOULD be in the story, and he's Farkle's brother. For the most part, siblings will be identical, but purpledolpin05 made Farkle and Gus brothers in HER story, and I really liked that idea. Well, bye for now!