Remembering You [Folive]

10| finally away from that nutcase

TEN

      Although Olive new she was going back to her childhood home and living with her parents, she still didn't remember them. But staying with her parents, even though they seemed like strangers, was better than staying with Fletcher—a boy her age. Not to mention he's been acting strange lately; it was as if he wanted to pursue a real with her. Perhaps he liked her? But how could he when Fletcher had the girl in his story. Where was the girl anyway? Does she live in another state? Did they breakup? If they did, then Fletcher's story was pointless. It wouldn't have a happy ending especially not after Fletcher tried to kiss her.

And why did he have so much beef with Angus? A guy who was nothing but a sweet guy that she felt incredible around. It seemed like every time she mentioned Angus or going out with him, he got defensive and passive aggressive and he never explains why he's upset. Now that she moved out of his apartment she could have a break from the drama.

After their fight, Olive didn't want to spend a whole car ride with him—an awkward car ride. So she got Chyna to drive her to her parents house. She'd called Chyna explaining what happened and Chyna came right over. Immediately she went and gave Olive a hug. Olive was confused why Chyna was being empathetic towards her rather than Fletcher.

"I'm so sorry Olive," Chyna said, squeezing her tight.

"For what?" Olive asked, her arms at her sides.

"Your incident with Fletcher," Chyna told her as she pulled away.

Olive shrugged. "I mean yeah it was bad, but come on, you're his best friend, you should be on his side."

Chyna smiled. "Could we wait a moment, I need to talk to Fletcher."

"Sure."

Chyna walked passed Olive and found Fletcher in his room; he was rummaging through his closet. He pulled out boxes of photographs and dumped them all over the floor.

"What's up Fletcher?" Chyna said.

Fletcher knelt to the ground, spreading the photos around. "Just lookin' through old photos."

Chyna put a hand on her hip. "I can see that. But do you want to tell me what happened with you and Olive?"

Fletcher flipped through pictures of when he and Olive were eleven and twelve. He picked up a photo of when they were in his backyard and Olive had her arm around him in a playful chokehold. Fletcher sniffed.

"She's adorable," he said, a faint smile appearing. "She's always been."

Chyna smiled and she knelt next to him in front of the piles of photographs.

"And you two are adorable together," she told him, putting a hand on his back.

Fletcher wiped a tear. "It's just too bad weren't not together anymore."

Chyna felt his pain. "I'm sorry Fletcher. I, don't know what to do. I thought the amnesia would wear off by now."

Fletcher tossed the photo and stood up. He flopped back into his bed. "I know, me too. I just-I..." He swallowed hard, his voice breaking. "She's my everything Chyna. I hate my life without her. I don't want to live in a life without her."

Chyna lay beside him, she reached for his hand to squeeze it. "She's special to me too."

Fletcher looked at her. "What am I going to do now? I can't finish the story now."

"Why not? Just because she's not living here anymore doesn't mean you can't go over to her house and finish it there," Chyna mentioned.

"I guess you're right—"

Olive appeared at the doorway. "Um excuse me, Chyna I'm ready to go."

Chyna sprung up and stood on her feet. "Sorry I kept you waiting."

"No worries," Olive said. She did not make eye contact with Fletcher as she left and they were off to her parent's house.

***

When they arrived, Olive was timid. She didn't unbuckle her seatbelt and she stared out the window of Chyna's car. Even though she was adamant on living at her parent's house, the place didn't have any familiarity to it. She was aware she lives there was kid—she'd been told that and believed it. Yet still, there was something strange about living in a home with people you know are related to you, but recognize their face.

"You ready?" Chyna asked with a soft tone that instantly comforted Olive.

"Anything to get away from that nutcase," said Olive.

"Nutcase?"

"Yeah, Fletcher. He's a nutcase and I can't wait to get away from him," Olive explained.

Chyna frowned as she clutched the steering wheel; she looked down. "Well, you better go inside now. I called your parents and they're expecting you." Chyna's voice was sad.

Olive held the door handle. "Okay, I'll see you later." She opened the door bringing her backpack filled with belongings. She walked up the driveway and up the stairs. Before knocking on the door, she took a deep breath.

The door opened by Mrs. Doyle. "Olive! It's good to see you're doing well," she said. "Come in."

Olive walked into the house she felt instantly comfortable. Maybe some of her memory was coming back due to the fact that it was her child hood home.

"Do you want anything to eat?" Olive's mom asked.

"No thank you. Could I go to my room?" Olive asked.

"Of course."

Olive spent the next hour in her bedroom going through her stuff. She came across photos in her drawer. She found one of her and a boy look like they were about ten.

Wait, was that Fletcher Quimby?