Talk:Flyna/@comment-5564816-20130124124937

Chapter goes out to the amazing Nicolive who sent me this awesome Wendy/ Dipper Video and it was to the one who got away:) I highly suggest it:)

TalANT Ch2.

Olive looks confused. "Not seeing the problem here." she says.

"Well, it's like our friendship ended when I left. It wouldn't be fair to him if I told him at this point." I say in a rush.

"You should tell him. Seriously." Olive says, and then she walk back out the door and towards her car.

Waiting for her in the car is her new boyfriend, Angus.

I don't know exactly how it happened, I always thought Olive thought of his as a stalker, but it did. I smile to myself and walk back into the kitchen.

My head turned towards the radio as I heard the song "The One That Got Away." Come on.

And In another life- I would be your girl, and wed keep all our promises be us against the world.

Hard to say it, but this reminds me of Fletcher.

I sit down on one of the chairs I have in the kitchen and think.

The more I think about the way I treated Fletcher, the worse I feel.

Why did I do that? I just assumed that he wanted to be my boyfriend. I feel a blush coming to my cheeks.

What I misinterpreted that and he wasn't trying to do that at all?

I need to call him and apologize. Big time.

I walk over to my A.N.T Pad,which I haven't used in years, and clicked call when I came to Fletcher.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">It took a second before he answered, but my heart filled with joy that he actually answered.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">I try to smile as his face com,es on to the screen. "Hey Fletcher, what were you trying to tell me earlier?" I ask.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">"I was going to leave the option of whether or not we fake date up to you." he says, and I can tell by his tone of voice that he's hurt.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">"Oh Fletcher- I'm sorry" I say, and truly meaning it.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">"Chyna, I'm going to ask you a question and you have to answer honestly." He says urgently.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">I'm thrown a little off guard by his urgency but I answer. "Okay, like what?"

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">"Why won't you be my girlfriend?" he asks. Great. (note the sarcasm) For a second there I thought he was over his crush on me.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">A tiny part of me is actually relieved.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">Another part of me, that part of me that still said no to him after the outback, disagrees.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">"Well, to be honest I'm just afraid that if we go out, and then break up, it will ruin our friendship. I don't want to lose you again Fletcher."I say.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">His face lights up. "So maybe we could date, you know, for real?" he asks hopefully.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">"Sorry Fletcher, but no. didn't you hear what I just said?" I say sadly.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">He looks heartbroken, and I try not to let that get to me.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">"That's okay I understand." he says.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">"Wait!" I say, because he is about to hang up, and if he does, I'll probably lose him again.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">"Please, stay in touch. I really need you Fletcher, as a friend." I say, remembering the song I sang so long ago.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">He smiles, nods, and then hangs up. Guess we will just have to see what happens.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">Time to get ready for my concert.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">I go upstairs, put on my outfit, do my hair and make up, and get back into my car.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">I'm still a little nervous after what happened yesterday, but I make it to the concert without any problems whatsoever.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">I step out of my car and sneak through the side entrance and make my way to My dressing room.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">I am just about to start practicing warm ups when I see a little yellow sticky note attached to my mirror.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">Hey Chyna! Just wanted to let you know that 1. Olive let me back here. 2. I'm in the audience cheering you on tonight:)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">The message brings a smile to my face.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">After all of the rejection he still cares about me.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">Maybe dating Fletcher wouldn't be such a bad idea.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">I smile to myself one last time, and go outside to meet up with the other two members of Trifecta.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">And then I see Nigel come walking towards me, and I abruptly head the other way, trying to avoid him.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">"Chyna! Wait!" He calls, and that just makes me walk faster.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">It only takes a little bit before he has caught up with me, and I'm mad.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">"We are so not getting back together Nigel, you treated me like dirt the whole time." I say, and he answers.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">"I put up with Fletcher, didn't I?" He asks, and makes me stop and turn around to face him.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">"What do you mean?" I ask, seriously mad now.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">"Ohh, I wish Fletcher would answer me- Ohh I wish I could just see him one more time." He says, mimicking my voice.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">"Hey!" says an angry voice from around the corner, and but the sound of it, it's getting closer.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">"Fletcher?" I say, really surprised.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">"Just let me deal with this jerk Chyna." He says, coming into view.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">I'm grateful for Fletcher's timing, and he really does look mad.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">To be honest, it's a little bit scary.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">I watch as Nigel starts to walk towards Fletcher.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">I'm panicking. Are they going to fight? If so should I call security?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">I run into my dressing room and lock the door. A least I'll be safe in here.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">I turn around and on the T.V. One of my favorite TV shows is on. It's Once Upon A Time.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">It's just to that part when Killigan Jones (Hottie!:)} Makes Belle fall across the line and lose her memory.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">Personally, I prefer GoldenQueen, but the moment is so sad it almost makes me forget what's going on outside.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">I stare transfixed at the screen for a moment before I hear a loud bang sound from outside.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">I open the door slowly, and Fletcher and Nigel are no where to be seen.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">I walk around for a little bit before something hits me in the head, and I fall to the floor, everything going black.