AN: Hey guys, really tired from basketball. We lost, but I had fun.

"Oh. My. Gosh," Chyna groans as she throws open the door to our bedroom.

In the light, the mostly beige room is seen clearly. There are two mahogany desks on either side of the room, and both are about to be piled with books and papers.

"So much homework," I squeal as I chuck my bag beside my bed.

Chyna gives me a "are you kidding me?" as she folds her arms. I giggle, remembering my friend's lack of liking for homework.

"Well, it's lights out in five minutes," I tell her as I gather my toiletries.

"And I am tired," she says with a lethargic chuckle.

I enter our bathroom and have a nice, relaxing hot shower. I inhale the orange and tangerine shampoo and conditioner. Interesting factioid about citrus fruits, the scent of them can energise and refresh a person.

'Knock. Knock.'

"Olive! Don't hog all the hot water again!" Chyna shouts to me while still banging on the bathroom door.

I turn the silver knobs until I stop feeling the water. They squeak ever so slightly.

I get out of the shower and put on my floral pajamas. I exit the bathroom and immediately run to me bed, and land with a belly flop. The bathroom door closes with a small "click clack" as I grab out a novel from my bedside table. 'The Puzzle Ring.' I read a few pages before Chyna steps out of the bathroom.

"Lighta out," Chyna tells me before flicking the switch.

When the lights go out I clutch my quilt. I smile again, and try to make out the picture in the dark.

"And suddenly you're in second place," Chyna said to Fletcher before turning to me with a slightly weirded out expression.

I chuckle at the memory and shake my head. I kind of wish I DIDN'T remember what I was wearing.

I was wearing a sparkley red dress that reaches my ankles and tied up my hair in what I thought was an adult-like hairdo. I even applied some make-up for good measure. I had blueberry yoghurt in my shirt to try and make my boobs larger. That didn't work out so well. Chyna was in a rather "fashionable" outfit, ith a long pink shirt, black tights, and black ruffled skirt. Fletcher looked RIDICULOUS! He was wearing a grey tux, with a matching top hat, a cane and a monocle. I think he even combed his hair a bit...

I bite my lip, trying to muffle and cease my giggling. That night began a chain of events that I don't think even a psychic could see. I stretch my arm out to the side and fumble around the bedside table for my torch. I find it, clutch it in my palm, and bring it close to me before flicking it on. It makes a small click as a small beam of yellow light reveals a few pictures on my quilt. I search for the one with the glitter and the glue... FOUND IT!

Fletcher and I were in the A.N.T Farm with some of the other A. , just like any other morning. Except, this time he was kept flicking his head over to the door for Chyna. He had fallen in love with her, and I found it annoying. Already he had five paintings, six sculptures and 3 charcoal sketches. After he sighed for the three hundred and ninety forth time, I snapped my book shut.

"Will you man up!" I snapped at him.

The other kids in the A.N.T Farm froze and just stared at me.

"Go back to your talents!" I scream at them.

They did just that, and I gave Fletcher a cold glare.

"I think her Dad pulled her out," Fletcher mumbled sadly.

I placed my book in my bag before walking to the doorway. Fletcher picked up his paint brush and painted another strand of her hair.

"Come for a walk, maybe we can find her," I suggested as I lean against the door frame.

Fletcher rose his eyebrows at me.

"Why would WE go on a walk, TOGETHER?" He asked me.

"We already went to a party last night," I replied with a dopey voice and rolled eyes.

Fletcher looked at his painting, then me. He sighed, and reluctantly placed his paintbrush on the easel before trudging over to me. I smiled and walked out the door, and when I turned my head, he was beside me.

"You say you love her?" I asked him after a torturous silence.

His only response was a slow nod. I halted and frowned at him. He turned and tilted his head at me.

"Why aren't you blabbering?"

He shrugged his shoulders at me.

"See!" I shouted as I gestured wildly at him.

His eyebrows furrowed, and he just stared like I as crazy. Just to be clear, I am NOT crazy.

"You usually get upset at ME for blabbering, but you're not," I pointed out.

"I dunno," he mumbled before kicking the floor.

"Where are your friends anyway?" I asked him. I just can't handle his moody little as-

"I don't really have any, I only had Chyna," he whispered.

"Me too," I told him in a heartbeat.

Oh God. Why.

He looked up at me with widened eyes. I just tried to smile, but I'm pretty sure I looked like a clown dog.

"Well, we went to a party last night together," he muttered as he rubbed his arm nervously.

"We're getting along now too," I added and decided to avoid his eyes.

"Maybe we- nevermind," he spun around.

"We could be friends," I squeaked, "maybe."

He turned around and looked at me.

"Maybe," he whispered.

"I still hate you," I giggled as I grinned.

"Be quiet," he replied with a chuckle.

We continued walking, and we reached the art room.

"Want to do some art?" He asked me as he opened the door.

"Are there any tributes to Chyna in there?" I teased as I walked into the room.

He mimicked me in an unrealistic high-pitched voice. I poked my tongue at him before grabbing some glitters and glue.

"Ooh glitter art," he mused as he walked over to me.

"You like glitter art," I scoffed.

When I turned around, a bit of blue glitter splashed on him.

"No," he responded in a (again unrealistic) lower voice.

I snort, grabbing some pink and orange glitter.

"Really? Pink and orange?" He asked with a disgusted voice.

In small anger, I decided to sprinkle some on him. As revenge, he grabbed a pot and brush of craft glue and smeared some on me. I repeated his offence, and we both had a glitter and glue fight in the art room. It was a shame that Skidmore just HAD to come and ruin our fun. He gave me a cheesy smile as his parents arrived with new clothes.

"You can change and clean up in the gym showers," Skidmore told us before strutting out to keep an eye on... probably nothing.

Fletcher gave me another grin, and another challenge.

"I bet I can clean up faster than you."

I beat him, because I remember the best procedures for this.

I'm going to fall asleep if I recite them NOW

We met outside the showers. Fletcher groaned upon seeing my outside first.

"We should head back," I said with a worried tone.

"When's the bell going," he asked as he scanned the room.

"Soon," I gulp.

We sprint back to the room, but Fletcher pulls me aside before we enter.

"So... are we really friends?"

I nodded, a little scared he was going to take it back.

"Good."

We walked inside. Over near the panic room, I see multiple instruments set up.

"Hey, who set up all these instruments?" I asked nobody in particular.

"I did!" Chyna exclaimed as she jumped up.

"Thanks Chyna," I whispered, looking over at her sleeping figure.

I turn off the torch, and flop onto my back. I stretch my arm over and place the torch back onto the bedside table. I shuffle onto my side, and pull my quilt to my

chin.

AN: Here we go! I know the memories seem to be in chronological order, but I'll most likely mix up the orders in future chapters.