I do not own A.N.T. Farm.

(Chyna's Car)

Olive glanced nervously out the window to see blue and white houses as the car passed them by. The neighborhood looked friendly and inviting yet the girl could not shake the fear erupting in her belly. She shifted her wide blue eyes to the driver and gulped.

"Chyna…are you sure you want to do this," Olive asked. She gave a nervous laugh and added, "Why don't you just turn the car around and drive to Sammy's café? There will be a lot of guys your type there."

Chyna narrowed her eyes as she saw their destination up ahead. She shook her head and said firmly, "No Olive. Fletcher is dating me not Violet!"

"He thinks you guys have broken up," Olive replied, gripping her seatbelt as the car moved closer to Violet's house.

"Well we haven't," Chyna said in a softer tone before smirking a little, "and I'm going to make sure he knows that."

Olive made a gagging motion with her finger as she relaxed a bit and a teasing glint was present in her eyes.

Chyna's smirk fell and a look of seriousness took over her features. "But first I need to make sure Violet knows that."

Olive tensed again and her fear resurfaced. Olive bit her lip and turned to face the front. "She's going to beat you up then she's going to beat me up," she cried out dramatically.

Chyna rolled her eyes before looking at the bright yellow house in front of them once she pulled into the drive way.

"Fletcher isn't expecting Violet until seven right," Chyna asked her best friend as they simultaneously removed their seat belts.

Olive gave a short nod. "Yep they took a break from their library study session at five and he said she was returning for more studying at his house at seven."

"Perfect," Chyna smirked as she opened the door to step out and make her way toward Violet's door. She heard Olive shut the passenger side door and the sound of her shoes patting the ground as she made her way beside her.

Olive held Chyna's arm back to keep the girl from going any farther toward the house. "And you did text James beforehand right," Olive asked cautiously.

Before Chyna could respond. the two friends heard a scoff and turned to see an athletic brunette with her arms folded in front of them.

She glared at Chyna and spat, "Still messing with your old boyfriend…pathetic."

"You've got some nerve," Chyna growled as she clenched her fist and moved toward the girl.

Olive held her back and rubbed her shoulder soothingly. "Look what you've done Violet! I've never seen Chyna jealous but evidently it makes her crazy," Olive shouted.

Violet let out an exaggerated yawn and adjusted the bag on her shoulder. "Is there any reason you two dweebs are here," she gave Chyna a mocking look, "there's a certain art prodigy that needs me."

Chyna shook Olive off her and took another step toward Violet. She narrowed her eyes and shook her finger. "Back off from him Violet! You basically dropped out of our lives then popped out of nowhere claiming to like Fletcher!" Chyna leaned back and put her hands on her hips. "In fact…you haven't been stalking Fletcher since," she glanced at her blonde best friend and thought for a moment, "since Olive and Angus graduated."

Violet rolled her eyes and put one hand on her own hip. "Like you would have noticed princess…if I can recall correctly…you were late to that graduation. Fletcher had been sulking for a week because some loser wanted to take you on a picnic."

Chyna's hand slipped slightly from her right hip but she held her stance. I put that boy through a lot didn't I she thought to herself.

Violet let out a bored sigh. "When that happened I gave up then on that basket case. Who loves someone who doesn't love them back!"

Chyna and Olive raised their brows at the girl and gave her a blank look.

Violet dropped her hand to the side and stomped her foot slightly. "Well there is a time limit for it…like a few years tops," she shook her finger, "but there comes a point where enough is enough!"

"True," the two best friends nodded in agreement.

Olive shook her head and held up both her hands. "Whoa…wait a second." She gave Violet a look as she took a step up beside Chyna. "If you don't like Fletcher why are you throwing your study dates in Chyna's face?"

Violet glared and snarled a bit, causing Olive to jump back and sort of hide behind Chyna.

Violet pointed angrily at Chyna. "This jerk has been ruining my love life for years! First she steals the heart of my Fletchy…but fine whatever." Violet put her hand down and bit her lip before continuing. "But then she got in the way of my new crush…"

Chyna furrowed her brows as she visibly relaxed into a less hostile stance. "Huh?"

Violet blew out a frustrated breath as she made her way over to the hood of Chyna's car.

Olive leaned over and whispered, "Careful Chyna I think she wants to wrestle your car."

Chyna held back a chuckle as she turned to watch Violet sit on the hood and wrap her arms around her legs. The musician walked over to the athlete and leaned on the metal beside her.

"You know I'm like the star of the football team at Webster High," Violet began, "the only person who was even close to being as good as me was James."

"You liked James," Olive asked walking over to the other side of the hood.

"No, no. I wasn't finished," Violet answered before continuing. " Well when you two started getting all chummy last year it left me and that stupid friend of his Ty to keep our loser team in shape."

"So me and James hanging out made you have to work with someone you didn't get along with," Chyna asked a bit confused.

"No," Violet screamed, "let me finish my story!"

Chyna made a show folding her lips tight as Olive nodded obediently with a look of fear in her eyes.

"Anyway," Violet let out a hot breath and unwrapped her arms from her legs to stretch them out. "Me and Ty worked pretty," she smiled a little to herself and began to twirl a strand of her hair, "Well together. Great even. So after a year of getting to know him I finally decided to take it to the next level…you know ask him on a date." The small smile that had begun to develop quickly melted to a scowl as she continued her story. "But then you had to go and date James and ruin it all for me!"

"What," Chyna shouted as she pushed herself away from the hood and looked at the loud girl in front of her.

"Yeah when you two started going out Ty suggested that everyone on the football team stay focused on the game. One member being love struck was enough he said," Violet fumed. "Then to make things worse instead of holding onto James you let him break up with you before he moved! Ty was even more wrapped up with James then. Now with his best friend gone there is no way he will spend time with me!"

"But how is that Chyna's fault," Olive asked as she replayed the conversation in her mind. "Ty not being emotionally available and James moving away are not in her control."

Violet hopped off the car and threw her arms up. "Well I don't care! It made sense in my head okay! I'm a teenage girl what do you expect!"

Chyna was pretty quiet as she also replayed Violet's confession. She slowly looked up at Violet and said, "So let me get this straight…you were just using Fletcher to get back at me…"

Olive bit her tongue as she watched a figure rise from behind a bush near them. He held a finger up to his lips as he slowly made his way to stand behind Violet.

Violet scrunched up her nose. "Well when you say it that way it sounds bad…but," she shrugged, "Yeah I guess."

Chyna's face held a look of disbelief and anger. "Seriously? You did that to him? All for some guy?"

Violet kicked a pebble in the driveway and growled. "Fine…that was pretty lame of me," she looked up at Chyna and said, "but you're the queen of boy crazy so I'm sure you've done some stupid things too."

Olive leaned over and patted Chyna on the back while nodding. "Yeah, she's probably right. I mean look…you drove over here to fight a martial arts champion."

Chyna looked offended. "I am not boy crazy! And I keep telling you I'm not going to fight her!" Chyna smacked her lips and moved her head as she glared at Violet, "I was going to yell at her and make her explain her actions."

Violet raised a brow at Chyna.

The musician coughed in her fist and added, "Then when she inevitably attacked me for yelling at her I may have tried to hit her at least twice."

"With those noodle arms," Violet scoffed then laughed, genuinely amused. Olive chuckled a bit too.

Chyna's jaw dropped. She was about to tell the two girls off when she was interrupted by a male voice.

"So does this mean you don't need any back up," Ty said from his position behind Violet.

The feisty football player turned slowly to see Ty standing behind her grinning.

Chyna shook her head. "No I think we've got this."

"Ty," Violet chocked out while she looked at him with wide eyes. The girl rubbed her shoulder and turned her focus to Chyna. "Um Chyna…why is Ty here."

"He is why I sent James a text message," Chyna explained. "I asked him to message Ty in case me and Olive needed back up…"

Olive chuckled lightly and clapped her hands. "But what a weird turn in circumstances. The guy Chyna brought to beat you up to stop you from beating her up when she tried to beat you up for the boy that hated the best friend of that guy who is the boy you like and the reason you would've had to beat Chyna up for trying to beat you up for the boy she likes."

"Huh," the other three teenagers said in unison as they all gave Olive strange looks.

Ty shook his head and held up a hand. "Look Violet, Chyna just wanted me here in case I had to pull you off of her."

Chyna nodded and spoke. "Yeah, I just wanted to keep you away from Fletcher and I figured things would get ugly…you know with you anger issues…so I needed someone strong to keep you back."

"And I was going to call an ambulance if that didn't work," Olive added brightly.

"I didn't know you liked Ty," Chyna said apologetically as she gave the embarrassed girl a sympathetic look.

"Whatever," Violet mumbled as she gave Chyna and Olive a weak glare then tried to storm past Ty.

The boy grabbed her by the arm gently and tugged her back toward him. "I was wrong…about that staying focused stuff…I was really just jealous that James got to be with the girl he wanted."

All three girls looked at the boy, curious to find out what he would say next.

The boy looked down at the ground and continued, "I like you too Violet. It's just James and I have been friends forever so him moving away was a big deal for me. Then I thought you were with that Fletcher guy…" Ty would have continued but he was interrupted by a punch to the stomach.

"What! You like me too and you made me go through all that," Violet screamed as she shoved his shoulder.

Ty shook off the punch and grinned at Violet. "But you still like me."

Violet opened her mouth then closed it as she tried her hardest to glare at the boy.

"Wait," Chyna interrupted the awkward interaction. "Were you actually helping Fletcher pass his chemistry class though?"

Violet looked at Chyna as if she were the dumbest person in the world (which Violet may actually believe). "Duh! I use to like the guy… why would I make him flunk out," Violet gave a mocking smirk, "apparently that's your job."

Chyna narrowed her eyes at the brunette and clenched her fist. "Okay," Olive said in a nervous tone, "We'll just leave you two love birds alone." She took Chyna by the arm and pulled her towards the door of her vehicle.

Once Chyna was in the car Olive ran over to the passenger side and called out to Violet. "Text Fletcher to let him know he is no longer in need of your tutoring services!"

Violet gave a curt nod and dismissively waved her hand at the girls.

Chyna backed out of the driveway and let out a breath. "Well that was not how I expected that to go but whatever. At least she is not after my boyfriend."

Olive looked over at Chyna and grinned. "Did you just call Fletcher your…"

Chyna bit her lip. "Shut up," she said quietly as she continued to drive to their next destination.

(Fletcher's House)

Fletcher glanced down at the time on his phone again. "Where could captain crazy be," he said aloud to the empty house. His mother again was not home and he had been waiting for the past half hour for his tutor to return.

He fell back on the couch and rubbed his fingers over his face. "Please God let Violet get here soon." He let out a large sigh before turning to look at the painting on the wall across the room. "The last thing I want to do is think about Chyna and unless I have something to distract me that's all I'm going to do."

He sat up and walked over to the painting. He traced his fingers over the lines of color and closed his eyes. "And how can I not when she is every second of my day…cursed is the soul of an artist…a slave to the inspiration of his work."

He opened his eyes and stepped back from the painting. "Man I have got to stop talking like that," he said as she shook his head and walked back over to flop onto the couch.

A moment passed before he felt his phone buzz and he opened the message.

Sorry Fletchy ; ) I quit

Fletcher's eyes widened as he reread the message. "What! Is she seriously that crazy!"

He frantically dialed the girl's number and waited for her to pick up but it went to voicemail. He tried seven more times before the girl picked up the phone.

"Violet! What does your message mean? You can't just," he began yelling to the phone when the girl interrupted him.

"Stop calling me! I'm busy," she shouted before hanging up.

Fletcher looked at the phone with his mouth hung open. "I'm going to fail chemistry," he said hoarsely. He looked down at the carpet. "Even worse…I spent a week with Violet for no reason."

He tossed the phone to his side and blinked several times before hearing the doorbell ring. He combed his fingers through his hair before opening the door.

"Hey Olive," Fletcher greeted his friend. He raised his brow and glanced around. "What are you doing here?"

Olive ignored his question and walked into the house. "Where are your chemistry notes," she asked.

A look of relief passed over his features. "Awesome," he smiled excitedly, "You are going to help me study!" He wiped his brow with the back of his hand. "I was getting really worried because Violet quit on me and I didn't want to loose the love of my life and fail chemistry too."

Olive spotted Fletcher's backpack and lifted it up. "Is this where you keep all your study materials?"

Fletcher nodded. "Yeah," he replied as he walked over to her. He scrunched up his brow and asked, "Why are you dressed like that?"

Olive looked down to the running shorts and tank she had on. She looked back up to Fletcher and tilted her head to the side as her pony tail brushed against her shoulder. "Wednesday's I do yoga," she gave a wicked grin, "Thursdays I marathon train."

"What," Fletcher began before Olive ran past him. He spun around and shouted, "Hey! Get back here Olive!"

He ran out the door and slammed it behind him as he took off to catch the girl.

(Sammy's Café)

Fletcher panted as he stopped in front of the café. He had his hands on his knees and was bent over as he desperately tried to regain his breath. He stood up and let out a groan as he waved his shirt to let the cool night air hit his hot skin.

"I. Am," he swallowed a thick lump as he shut his eyes, "going to kill her." After a few more seconds to catch his breath he opened his eyes and made his way into the store he saw her go inside.

He immediately tensed when he realized where she had led him. He looked around the café and saw Sammy laughing happily with a waitress that looked like Chyna from back.

Fletcher glared at the handsome young man then took a look around the rest of the room. His eyes widened as he noticed the guy from drama club that always hit on Chyna sitting in the far left. He then saw the loser she dated two years ago juggling biscotti to impress the cashier.

The more he looked around the more he noticed the café was filled with guys Chyna had dated or in the past had taken interest in.

He found Olive smiling at him and leaning against the wall behind him. He stomped over to the girl and asked in a frustrated tone, "What is wrong with you? Why would you bring me here?" He waved a hand to gesture around the room. "Have you not noticed it's infested with dudes Chyna picked instead of me over the years."

"Exactly," a voice spoke from beside him.

Fletcher jumped slightly and turned. He hadn't noticed Chyna walking to stand beside him when he was questioning Olive.

He felt his heart beat a little faster and his lips instinctively curl up to form a soft smile. "You look beautiful," he said gently as he looked her over with kind eyes.

"She's wearing her work uniform," Olive added with a little teasing in her voice.

Chyna took the backpack from Olive and handed it to Fletcher. "Thanks Olive," Chyna said while offering her female best friend a smile. "I'll take it from here."

Olive winked at Chyna and gave Fletcher a pat on the shoulder before heading to the bathroom to change. Guys were already beginning to check her out and Angus wasn't there yet to tell them to back off.

Fletcher rubbed the back of his neck and stepped away from Chyna. "Look Chyna, I know you want me to see you perform for the grand opening but Violet quit and I really need to study," the boy started before Chyna interrupted.

She put a finger to his lips and smiled. "Don't hide behind that Fletcher." She gave him a knowing smile and stepped toward him.

Fletcher gave an inward sigh at her touch but willed his heart to stop beating so fast and his feet to move him back from her. Don't stand to close, he thought to himself, It will only make the one who's not good enough love you more.

As he stepped back she again moved forward and moved her hand to his cheek.

The boy leaned his cheek into her palm and closed his eyes as his hands ached to pull her closer to him. He snapped out of his thoughts and stepped around her. He faced her and pleaded with his eyes for her to stop. "Chyna, please don't do this to me," he voiced his plea. "I can't be here with every boy you chose instead of me…knowing one day I'll be just like one of them…it already hurts too much."

Chyna didn't loose her nerve but gave him a brighter smile. "Fletcher, you will never be like one of them." She pointed a thumb at the guys as she glanced around the room with dull eyes.

She returned her gaze to him and felt her face warm up. Her eyes began to shine with admiration as she continued. "You've loved me since the day you met me and have waited patiently since then. You knew I'd see you one day…and now that it's happened…do you really want to run away?"

Fletcher looked at Chyna with longing. He had no clue how to respond. Suddenly he heard a voice call out, "Whoa! Babe alert!" He winced when he heard a group of girls giggling.

He and Chyna looked over to the door of the café to see Paisley and Cameron walking in with a crowd of teenaged girls. All the guys in the café immediately fixed their hair and straightened their jackets as the girls began to take seats with them.

Fletcher saw Paisley wave excitedly at Chyna before taking a seat with Cameron at a table for two. The artist set his blue eyes on Chyna and wordlessly asked her to explain.

Chyna smiled and said, "Paisley got that modeling contract a few weeks ago and I asked her to bring some teen models." She chuckled. "How else was I going to get these guys to come watch me sing."

Fletcher nodded as he put a hand in his pocket. "Why did you invite all these guys?"

Chyna took off her apron and tossed it to one of her co-workers. "Business for Sammy," she bit her lip, "and it's a part of my gift to you." Fletcher still looked nervous and confused so she explained. "I wrote you a song." She held out her hand. "Let me sing it to you."

Fletcher looked down at her palm. His eyes began to burn with tears that he refused to let fall in a room full of males (especially since most of them were more athletically built and more handsome than him). He was conflicted. His heart was always at her feet but he knew the moment he took her hand…that he would belong to her…that he could never recover and she could break him.

"I won't hurt you," Chyna said looking him straight in the eye. There was a firmness in her tone that made his hand jerk forward and allow it to be wrapped in her own.

She walked backwards as she led him to a seat in the middle of the room. She gave him another smile before turning and walking towards the stage.

Sammy handed her the guitar and gave her a wink. "Get him hero." She mouthed thank you to him and walked onto the stage.

She waved at the audience to get them to calm down their chatter. "How's everybody doing tonight," she spoke into the microphone.

A few people clapped and whistled while some of her more bitter boyfriends glared at her.

"First I would like to thank you for coming out and supporting my new friend Sammy's awesome café. He has worked really hard to make this place a success and I hope all of you spread the word about this place," she said before smiling at Sammy who waved toward the crowd.

"This place rocks," Angus yelled from the crowd. He had found Olive and was protectively standing beside her to keep the interested guys at bay.

Chyna chuckled but then a look of uncharacteristic nervousness overcame her features. She cleared he throat and looked down at the guitar. "I'm going to play a song I wrote…it's um about a guy," she said. She slowly looked up to see Olive giving her a big smile and a thumb up.

Chyna bit her lip and looked around the room. "He has waited for me for a really long time and I always chose someone else…but he never gave up." She looked Fletcher straight in the eye and shook slightly from the heat that rose inside of her when their stares connected. "Tonight…out of every guy in here…and any guy out there…I choose you."

Fletcher felt his stomach drop and his arms began to tingle. He felt his breath begin to shallow and his right leg started to shake. She sat down on a stool that was on stage and began to play. The music wrapped around him and held him firmly to his seat as her voice seemed to whisper in only his ears.

The artist had his muse

Yet the stars she'd choose

But he refused to loose

And spoke these words to me

I'm your world's new moon

Can you feel my pull

Make your ocean swoon

Waiting by your side

Chyna stood as she continued to play the guitar while slowly walking toward Fletcher, swaying with the music as he bright eyes were locked on hers.

You voyage rivers wind

And curve mountain side

But deny Heaven's sigh

Drawing you to me

I'm bella luna's light

True love's sacrifice

Unrequited shine

To the muse's feet

She stopped in front of him as the melody lifted him from to his feet. There was only a small space between them so she could continue strumming the guitar but she leaned forward so her breath danced against his dry mouth. Fletcher parted his lips and tasted every sweet word she continued to sing to him.

But you can ride the sea

And you can chase the sun

And like the winds change

You'll see that you are done

I'll turn around and see

You running back for me

And like my words are true

My love has pulled on you

Like the moon and sea do

Like the moon and sea do

The artist and his muse

She plucked the last chord and before the sound could finish resonating in the space between them she had moved her guitar to the back of her and grabbed Fletcher by the collar.

"I'm going to fall in love with you," she said gently, "And I don't see me letting you go." Without another second passing she captured his lips with her own. She kissed him passionately, letting all the warmth that fired inside of her flow from her lips to his.

Fletcher felt like he was melting as a million feelings overtook him and he felt his body go limp. He felt his consciousness slipping away with the last sound he heard being the pop of his lips disconnecting from hers.

(Monday Morning)

"I still can't believe you passed out," Angus chuckled as he drove Fletcher to school.

"I don't need both you and Olive teasing me about it okay," Fletcher groaned as he slide further down into his seat.

After Fletcher passed out Saturday night Angus and Olive took him home to rest. Olive then made him study the rest of Saturday night and all of Sunday for his chemistry test. She refused to let him have any contact with Chyna until after his big test.

"So what are you going to say to Chyna when you see her today," Angus asked as he took a sip out of his straw.

Fletcher sat up and gave a dreamy sigh. "I have no idea," he said honestly. "I've come up with a hundred scenarios in my head but it still feels so unreal." He gave a goofy grin and looked over at Angus. "She told Olive I was her boyfriend." He wiggled in his seat a little and squealed, "She openly admitted to being my legit girlfriend!"

Angus nodded while he gave Fletcher his fist to bump. "We're living the dream kid."

Fletcher spent his whole day studying for his chemistry test during his other classes and in-between classes. He took a break at lunch to find Chyna but she was walking out of the cafeteria when he caught up with her.

"Hey," Fletcher smiled brightly at Chyna. "Done with lunch already?"

Chyna wrapped her arms around his waist and replied, "Yeah, I need to go to the library. I've got some homework to catch up on since I have to work after school today."

Fletcher tried frowning to show his disappointment, but the smile from her wrapping her arms around him and leaning on him refused to go away. "You do? Aww man. I wanted to hang out."

Chyna shrugged and let him go. She pulled her bag closer to her as she began to walk backwards. "Sorry, I have to pay off that dress. Plus my job is really fun!" She turned to face the direction she was walking in then stopped to look over her shoulder. "But you can come over tonight."

Something about the way she said it made both his brows shoot up. She smiled and continued to walk down the hall. He tilted his head to the side and watched her hips sway.

He shut his eyes and shook his head. "Stop Fletcher," he scolded himself. He opened his eyes and began walking down the hall. "Go to the library. Pass chemistry. Go to the library. Pass chemistry. Pass chemistry. Kiss Chyna. Pass chemistry. Kiss Chyna. Go to the library and kiss Chyna."

He stopped walking and winced. "Wait, that's not right," he sighed as he shook his head and looked down.

"Sounds right to me," a voice beside him giggled.

He looked up and turned to see Chyna smiling up at him. She wrapped her arm around his and said, "How about every question you get right from the book gets you a kiss?"

Fletcher nodded excitedly as his eyes lit up. A slight frown formed on his lips before he asked, "But what about your homework?"

Chyna shrugged. "I guess you'll just have to help me with it tonight."

Fletcher gave a sly grin and nodded. "Deal. Every time you get distracted I'll kiss you."

Chyna furrowed her brows and chuckled. "But wouldn't I be distracted from you kissing me?"

"Exactly," Fletcher said coolly as he wiggled his brows. Chyna slid her arm from his and stood in front of him. She gave him what was supposed to be a quick kiss but he held onto her and kissed her until she pinched his arm.

She laughed and patted him on the shoulder as he pouted over his pinched arm. "We can no longer study together," she laughed. "I'm going to find somewhere else to do homework." She smiled at him then started to walk in the opposite direction.

"No Chyna Wait," Fletcher called out desperately with his arms held open. "You're my uh chemistry muse! I uh need you to inspire me to study! Yeah that's it!"

"Go to the library Fletcher," Chyna shouted back as she giggled and continued to walk down the hall.