Blossoming RomANTs

Hi guys, welcome back to another exciting chapter of this wonderful Folive story. Before I start, I know that some of you are sad that Folive broke up in chapter seven and you might be upset at me for breaking them up. Sorry. But don't worry; they'll try to work things out. Second, time for a recap of what's happened so far: Olive asked Fletcher the big question if they are meant to be together so Olive broke up with Fletcher and they decided to be friends and it really saddened Olive. Today, who could it be that entered Olive's room to talk to Olive? We'll find out in chapter eight. Enjoy.

Chapter Eight

MeANT To Be? Part 2

(Olive's P.O.V.)

Boy, Fletcher really wants an answer from me. I am so torn. I want to stay with him but another side of me wants to break up with me and somehow I don't think that we're meant to be. So I walked over to my desk and sat down in my chair and took a deep breath and gave him my answer.

"Fletcher, I really want to believe you but I can't. What I'm trying to say here is that I don't think that we're meant to be." I said.

"So, you're breaking up with me?" Asked Fletcher.

"Yes." I said. "I think that we should be friends. You're not right for me and you're not over Chyna. I'm really sorry."

"I am over Chyna. Why can't you believe me?" Asked Fletcher.

"I just can't." I said. "Just please don't be mad at me."

"Well, I am now. Thanks for bending my ear after telling me your relationship problems. You know you're right, we should stay friends because I would never date you because you are too aggressive. And guess what, you just lost the one boy who's been there for you." Said Fletcher. I felt my heart began to break and a tear falling down from my face as I watched Fletcher leave out of my dorm room. I can't believe that it's happening. Fletcher broke up with me. I got up from my chair and walked over to my bed and picked up my memory quilt with every single memory of Fletcher. I wanted to destroy the quilt so I could forget about Fletcher but I couldn't. I just held onto it tightly and started to cry. Now, I'll be alone for the rest of my life. Suddenly, I heard the door open up and I turned around and saw who it was that entered my room.

"Olive?" Asked the girl with black and honey blonde hair. That girl was revealed to be Chyna. I wiped my eyes so she won't see any tears on my face and I didn't want her to know that Fletcher and I broke up. "I was coming back from watching Lexi and the Z-Tech cheerleaders cheering while Angus was in a ping-pong tournament with another student. Olive, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"No. Go away." I said.

"No Olive, something is wrong. And I want to know right now. Did something happen between you and Fletcher?" Asked Chyna. Why did she have to ask me that? Oh well, I have no choice but to tell her what happened. She's like a sister to me and we tell each other everything.

"Yes. It's about me and Fletcher. I asked him if we were meant to be together and we had this fight. Can you believe it? Our first fight. He yelled at me and he broke my heart into tiny little pieces and talking about him has triggered my crying and I can't stop crying over him like I did with my Dixie Cup!" I cried.

"You two broke up?" Asked Chyna.

"Yes!" I cried as I cuddled with the memory quilt. While I was cuddling with it, I began to look at every single memory with me and Fletcher. From the time that we first met in kindergarten.

(Flashback, Mr. Patterson's Kindergarten Class, 10 Years Ago)

Mr. Patterson: Alright, children. We have a new student arriving in class. I want you all to give a warm welcome to Olivia Doyle.

(Olive enters)

Olive: (Shyly) Hi.

Mr. Patterson: Now, Olivia is a little shy and it is her first time in the school. So treat her nicely and with respect. Olivia, why don't you sit down at the table next to Fletcher?

(Point's to Fletcher. Olive walks over to the table and sits down next to Fletcher)

Olive: Hi, I'm Olivia but you could call me Olive.

Fletcher: Hi Olive. I'm Fletcher. Want to be my friend?

Olive: Sure. (Notices a painting that Fletcher is working on) What's that you're working on?

Fletcher: I call this painting "The Girl in Pink."

Olive: I'm wearing pink. Is that me?

Fletcher: Yes. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

Olive: Really?

Fletcher: Yes.

Olive: You're very sweet Fletcher.

Fletcher: Thanks. I really like your name Olive. I mean, Olivia. It's a really pretty name for a pretty girl.

(Olive smiles at Fletcher. Fletcher smiles back)

(End Flashback)

I also remember the time on the night Graham dumped me, Fletcher walked me home from Chyna's.

(Flashback, Olive's House, 1 Year Ago)

Olive: Thanks for walking me home, Fletcher. That was really sweet of you. I didn't want to walk home really depressed after Graham dumped me.

Fletcher: You're welcome, Livy.

Olive: (Smiles) I always liked it when you called me Livy or Liv or Olivia. I still remember the first time we met you that my name is a pretty name for a pretty girl.

Fletcher: Yeah. I see that you still remember that.

Olive: Well, of course. Why would I forget? I would never forget because I have that memory on my memory quilt.

Fletcher: Olive, before you go there's something that I have to tell you.

Olive: What's wrong, Fletch?

Fletcher: Me and Chyna, I mean Chyna and I tried to break up you and Graham because he had a mean temper.

Olive: He did?

Fletcher: Yeah. He yelled at me for adding salt in my food. Yesterday, he ruined my painting and yelled at me again. And earlier today he yelled at me for not adding salt on a hard-boiled quail egg. I was afraid that he might yell at you and I was worried about you because he was mean and not right for you.

Olive: Oh, my gosh. Fletcher, I…I didn't know. I've been such an idiot. (Sits down on the steps)

Fletcher: Don't say that. You're not an idiot. You're the sweetest, smartest and most beautiful girl ever. You and Graham aren't right for each other, he's a jerk and you're a sweetie.

Olive: I know. I'm sorry that I didn't believe you and Chyna.

Fletcher: That's okay. I'm sorry that we ruined the dinner party and I'm also sorry for using incorrect grammar.

Olive: I forgive you.

(Fletcher and Olive hug)

Olive: Why would Graham end a sentence with preposition? That is something that I would not put up with.

(End Flashback)

"First Graham, then Dixon and now Fletcher. Three guys broke up with me. I'm going to end up alone. I'll never find another guy." I said as I continued to cry on Chyna's shoulder.

"Don't say that, Olive. Like I said, I'm there for you and also Fletcher finds you desirable and he really likes you and you don't want to lose him." Said Chyna.

"I know but Fletchie and I want to be just friends and I don't want to be just friends." I said.

"Why don't you talk to him? Besides, he would go back to za-zing, zee-zoo, zoo-zibble." Said Chyna. Oh boy, not again.

"Za-Zow!" I cried.

So that was chapter eight. Tune in next time when a familiar face visits Fletcher. Who could it be? We'll find out next time in chapter nine. Also don't forget to review this story (No Bad Reviews) and I'll see you all next time. Till next time my fellow readers