Chapter 6 Fletcher's POV Gee what was that all about? Maybe she's nervous..or not ready, or wasn't expecting this.. Gahh! I gotta call Olive -On Phone-
Olive: Hey!
Fletcher: Olive! Thank god you picked up!
Olive: Whats wrong?
Fletcher: Me and Chyna were on a date and.. Look Olive, I cant explain on the phone can you come here?
Olive: At the park?
Fletcher: Yeah, Central Park, please!
Olive: Well, for you.. Okay Fletcher: Yes!
Olive: Be right there!
-Hangs up-
-After 8 minutes-
Olive: *running to the entrance* Huff huff *searches for Fletcher*
Fletcher: *looking for Olive*
Folive: *bump*
Olive: Ow!
Fletcher: *gets up* Im so sorry! *helps up*
Olive: Its okay! So, what happened?
Fletcher: *explains everything* And then she just left and I called you Olive: Oh my goodness! I feel you bro Fletcher: So, what do I do?
Olive: Well, wait for her Fletcher: But what if-
Olive: Fletcher?
Fletcher: Yes?
Olive: Do you trust Chyna?
Fletcher: Uh yeah!
Olive: Then do you think she'll come back soon?
Fletcher: Yeah, your right! Maybe she got nervous Olive: Right! So, prepare something for her when she comes back Fletcher: Like?
Olive: A rose?
Fletcher: Yeah I like that, Thanks Olive! *hugs*
Olive: *hugs back* Anytime Fletcher: Your the best *hugs tighter*
Shipper: *takes picture, posts*
Olive: *blushes, pulls away* Well, I gotta go Fletcher: Thanks for everything!
Olive: Anytime, Bye F! *waves*
Fletcher: *waves* Bye!