No! I'm not dead! XD! I'm back with an update to this story! You finally get to know why Oliver and Skylar hate each other! I hope this isn't too confusing! XD! Anyway, here's my review responses!

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Fletcher sighed, and sat down on the couch in their living room, as Oliver paced, back and forth, in front of him.

"We guys can't have weak minds!" said Oliver. "It's how we let girls like…them get to us!"

Fletcher groaned. "Oliver, it was nothing."

"Oh really?" asked Oliver, "Then why were you looking at her with googly eyes when she left?"

"I…was happy to see her go?" asked Fletcher, nervously trying to get out of the awkward situation.

"Nice try." Snapped Oliver, before he sighed. "Looks like I really do need to tell you, again, what happened with Skylar…"

"Oh brother." Muttered Fletcher.

Oliver took a deep breath, and began the story. "As you know, when I was younger…"

"Only a year and a half younger." Interrupted Fletcher.

"I liked Skylar." Said Oliver, practically gagging as he said her name. "I tried to express my feelings to her, but she rejected me every time. One day, she got angry at me and lashed out, saying she never wanted to see me again."

Flashback:

"Hey, Sky!" said Oliver, in a voice implying he was trying to be smooth. Skylar looked up, and narrowed her eyes, from where she was standing, in front of a store at the mall. "So, have you thought about my offer yet?"

Skylar rolled her eyes. "A date? Really?"

"Oh, come on!" groaned Oliver, "If you go out with me, I promise I'll give you the night of your life!" She'd love that, right?

"Leave me alone!" snapped Skylar, "You're always bothering me! I don't want a boyfriend, and even if I did, it would not be you."

Oliver smirked. "You're just saying that." Skylar just rolled her eyes.

"Oliver, I never want to see you again!" yelled Skylar, "All you do is pester me! I've got better things to do!" Skylar sauntered off, as Oliver's smirk dropped, and he tried to mask heartbreak with anger.

"Fine!" yelled Oliver, "As if you were my first choice!"

After that, Oliver walked over to his friend, Bree, and sadly explained what happened. Bree gave her close friend a hug, and told him she was sorry for him, but it'd get better. She had a boyfriend, herself, named Sebastian who she deeply cared about, and understood that it would feel bad if you lost someone you really wanted.

Bree could feel something wet on her neck, and knew Oliver was crying, a bit. Which was rare, he liked to pretend to be manly, but Bree knew that wasn't the case. They'd been friends long enough for her to know him, and to even give each other little kisses to show friendship! (On the cheek, of course.)

"Don't worry, she'll go out with you one day!" She genuinely thought this was true. Oliver was a great guy, and Skylar was making a stupid mistake by not going out with him. Of course, they were only platonic friends, but if Oliver asked her out, she'd at least consider.

"No, Bree." Said Oliver, "There was something…different today. It's over…"

There was certainly some colorful language Oliver had to describe Skylar's character after that incident, but he couldn't work up the nerve to say it to her face. In fact, the last sentence he yelled to her was about all he could get out before he choked on his forming tears. The girl he wanted completely rejected him, and as time wore on, the scars she left would heal in the form of anger, building until love was masked entirely…

Fletcher, noticing Oliver had stopped talking and had a far-away look in his eyes, snapped his fingers in front of Oliver's face.

"Oliver?" he asked. Fletcher knew Oliver liked to pretend to be tough (even though he physically wasn't) and knew this was a depressing topic for him.

Oliver quickly shook his head, as though clearing his thoughts. "Y-Yes?"

Fletcher sighed. "What if she was just in a mood?"

"Eastman's are heartbreakers." Stated Oliver, simply, "And I don't want your heart to get broken, too!" Oliver rubbed his temple, and started to walk upstairs, to his room.

"But did you ever ask what she-" started Fletcher, when he heard Oliver's door slam shut. "-Wanted…"

Fletcher laid down on the couch, suddenly not feeling the strength to walk up the stairs. He stayed, deep in thought, for about an hour. Skylar's a lot tougher than Oliver…I wonder how Molly's fairing…

All of a sudden, he got an idea on how he could find out…

Meanwhile,

"What were you thinking?!" screamed Skylar. She and Molly were sitting at the kitchen table, Skylar's face red with rage, and Molly trembling in fear.

"I-I was just at a party! He just happened to show up!" Whimpered Molly.

"So," started Skylar, rage building. "First you lie to me about where you are, and then you're with him?!"

"I told you I wasn't!" Molly cried.

"Yeah, I'm totally buying that." Snapped Skylar, sarcastically. "That's why you were beside each other when I showed up."

"How did you even know where to go?!" yelled Molly.

"Remember when I called to check on you?" asked Skylar.

"N-no!" she stuttered, flustered.

"You left your phone on." Said Skylar, with a smirk. "You're just lucky I showed up, before that guy pummeled you. And what was he doing, calling you Fletcher's girlfriend?!"

Now Molly couldn't help but blush. "W-we aren't dating…but he sure is cute, isn't he?" She murmured.

"NO! No he isn't!" screamed Skylar, pounding on the table in front of Molly, to bring her out of her thoughts.

"Skylar, why do you dislike Oliver, anyway?" asked Molly, hoping to distract her sister. Actually, Skylar had never said anything about why she had a hatred for the boy.

Skylar snorted. "He's a player." She said, simply. "He asked me out, but he was never serious."

"Oliver asked you out?!" Molly gasped. The thought seemed ridiculous. "But how'd you know he wasn't telling the truth?"

Skylar sighed. "I suppose you deserve a full explanation of what happened…"

Flashback:

Skylar leaned over, looking at a pair of cute boots in the mall. They were too expensive to buy, but they still looked nice.

Her window shopping was interrupted when she heard a voice beside her. "Hey, Sky!" said Oliver, in an incredibly fake, 'cool' accent. Skylar looked up, and narrowed her eyes, from where she was standing in front the store. "So, have you thought about my offer yet?"

A date?! The nerve of that guy! Skylar was almost certain he had a girlfriend, too. She'd seen a brown-haired girl give him a peck on the cheek as she was leaving school, yesterday. They seemed really close…

Skylar rolled her eyes. "A date? Really?" As if she'd even consider!

"Oh, come on!" groaned Oliver, "If you go out with me, I promise I'll give you the night of your life!" What a jerk! As if he knew what she wanted!

"Leave me alone!" snapped Skylar, "You're always bothering me! I don't want a boyfriend, and even if I did, it would not be you." It was about time she said something to the pestering boy.

Oliver smirked. "You're just saying that." Skylar just rolled her eyes. He was so obnoxious, acting like he could tell her who she'd be with.

"Oliver, I never want to see you again!" yelled Skylar, "All you do is pester me! I've got better things to do!" Skylar sauntered off, as Oliver's smirk dropped. About time she wiped that mocking smile off his face!

"Fine!" yelled Oliver, "As if you were my first choice!" This practically confirmed her original theory that he was not in love with her.

Skylar headed for the exit to the mall, ignoring the food court. She was originally going to get something to eat, but she'd 'suddenly' lost her appetite.

As Skylar left, she looked back, once, and saw him hugging the brown-haired girl. "Fine, let him cry to that floozy…" snarled Skylar as she slammed the glass door behind her, in a huff.

Skylar couldn't believe how rude, and disrespectful to women Oliver was. He flirted shamelessly (kind of reminding Skylar of her sister) and cheated on another girl. Skylar promised herself that if Oliver ever flirted (or came near her) again, her reproach would be much harsher.

She didn't love Oliver, and he didn't love her. It was that simple. Skylar wasn't the kind of girl who acted like a guy could put a leash around her, no matter how much she liked him…which she didn't! She definitely wasn't interested in Oliver…right?

Skylar mentally scolded herself for even forming the question. She didn't. That was that. She couldn't let herself care, or she'd end up like the other girl, the one that the school's principal referred to as 'Glowstick'. The scars left by anger would turn to hatred, and somehow even dry the tears slowly pouring down her cheeks…

Much like Fletcher, Molly quickly took notice that Skylar had stopped talking, and was looking off into the distance, with a thoughtful, clouded look in her eyes. "Skylar?" whispered Molly.

"Go to your room."

"But Skylar-" Molly began to protest.

"Just go!" Skylar suddenly screamed.

Molly yelped, and took off, up the stairs. Sure, it wasn't fair that Skylar thought she had the authority to punish Molly, but...who would even try to argue?!

Molly collapsed on her bed, allowing some tears to roll down her cheeks. She quickly changed into her pajamas, snuggled into her yellow blankets, and whipped out her phone. Skylar may have forbade her from seeing Fletcher again…but she never said anything about texting.

Molly was about to text Fletcher, but was surprised when he messaged her first.

Fletcher: You okay?

Molly: I'm in my room. Skylar's angry.

Fletcher: Figures. I got off the hook.

Molly: Duh, Oliver isn't a control freak, right? Too chill?

Fletcher: Well, I'm not in the house, and I'm pretty sure he's putting bars on my window, and adding locks to the door. That answer your question?

Molly: Yup. Where are you?

Fletcher: Look out the window.

Molly's eyes widened. He wasn't serious, right?!

Molly threw open the curtains, and stuck her head out the window. "Fletcher?!" she screamed, when she saw him in their driveway. She quickly covered her mouth, trying not to alert Skylar. "What the heck are you doing here?!"

Fletcher smiled. "I wanted to see for myself if you're okay."

"How do you even know where I live?"

"Oliver's ranting." Said Fletcher, laughing. "I think he memorized your address so he could find it, to toilet-paper your trees on Halloween."

"He's the one doing that?!" asked Molly, before she started to laugh. Remembering Skylar cleaning the trees last Halloween, ranting about some 'hooligans.' Well, mystery solved.

Normally Molly would be annoyed if…anyone came to her window in the middle of the night, but something about Fletcher's goofy grin made her smile. "Well, come on up."

"Come up?" asked Fletcher, "Your room is on the second floor."

Molly shrugged. "The car is in the driveway. Just climb onto that, and come through the window."

"Isn't that dangerous?"

"It's that, or Skylar." Said Molly, "What's more dangerous to you?"

Fletcher didn't even need to think it over, he ran right for the car. "…Wait."

"Wait what?!" snapped Molly, "Hurry, before you're caught!"

"This car is red…and a convertible…"

"Skylar's probably gonna turn on the sprinklers." Taunted Molly, "Or worse…"

"I might scratch it!" whined Fletcher.

Molly sighed. "Fletcher. Skylar probably isn't gonna let me use the convertible as 'punishment', so anything that happens to it will be assumed as 'Skylar's fault.' Stop freaking out!"

Fletcher sighed, took a deep breath, and climbed onto the car, before grabbing onto the window sill. Molly helped Fletcher into her room by grabbing his hand, and pulling him up.

When Fletcher was in Molly's room, she kept her hand around his for a few seconds, causing them both to blush. "You came here, at night, for me?"

"Of course!" said Fletcher, "I care about you…very much."

Molly blushed, and nodded. "You wanna move that?" asked Fletcher, looking at her hand, still grasping his.

Molly smirked. "I don't believe I do."

Fletcher smiled, and looked into Molly's eyes, as Molly tugged him towards her bed, where they sat. Fletcher gestured to the History textbook in front of her. "Do you have a hard time with this?"

"Um…" murmured Molly, "Kind of."

"I was pretty bad at school, too." Said Fletcher, "Then Olive started tutoring me. Maybe I could…try…to help you?"

Molly grinned. "I'd love that." She felt a little funny, sitting with Fletcher, in her pajamas, but for whatever reason, she trusted Fletcher. Apparently she trusted him enough to lean her head on his shoulder, and cuddle closer.

Fletcher blushed, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Their hands never left each other's.

Fletcher and Molly probably would've stayed that way, sitting beside each other, in a comfortable silence, if they weren't interrupted by the door, slowly creaking open…

OOH! Another cliffie, I'm so evil! XD! Well, I hope you liked this chapter! Sorry I haven't been updating lately, school's been tough, and now I have family over, so I don't have much writing time! Either way, I'll still try to update! Bye!