Chapter One
The Accident
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Friday; August 23th
Fletcher's POV I
"HAPPY TWO DAYS BEFORE YOUR BIRTHDAY!" I screamed loudly as I threw myself into her room. I stopped in my tracks.
There was Chyna, completely naked. She was sitting on top of her dressing table, with pallets of make up spread all over the desk. She was holding one of those powder-puffs, dabbing at her face.
"Fletcher!" She screamed, quickly closing her legs, which were spread when I entered.
"Oh my God, I-" I started to say, quickly closing my eyes.
"It's all right- just- wait!" She said.
As I kept my eyes closed tight, I heard movement.
About 2-3 minutes later, she said "Open your eyes,"
I slowly opened my eyes. Chyna was now standing next to her closet, dressed in jeans and a yellow tank top.
"I'm so sorry!" I said.
"It's fine, just, knock first, okay?" She said, casually.
"Are you sure it's fine? I mean, I totally caught you off guard," I said.
"Fletcher," She said. "It's fine."
"Thank you thank you thank you thank you!" I said.
"It was no big deal, forgive and forget," She said.
A few awkward seconds passed by.
"Chyna! It's time to leave! Say good-bye to your friend!" Chyna's dad's voice yelled up the stairs.
"One sec," She said. "COMING!" She yelled back.
"Guess I'd better leave," I said.
"Right," She replied
"Bye," I said.
"See ya," She replied, grabbing her handbag.
I quickly raced up the stairs and into my room, locking the door behind me. I still had my video camera in hand. I quickly ran over to my computer and copied some files from the camera to the computer. After the transfer was complete, I opened up my closet and pulled out my paper mache craft supplies. This was going to be a big project.
Ididn't stop working until 2AM, where sleep almost made me pass out on the floor. I dragged myself into my bed, and threw the sheet over me.
Saturday, August 24.
Olive's POV
I walked up the stairs to Fletcher's room and up to his door. Slowly, Casually, I opened the door , but stopped. There was Fletcher, laying on his beds. His pants were down, and he had his hands on his dick. He was slowly stroking himself with his eyes closed. He hadn't seen me come in.
Oh shit I thought to myself.
Quickly, I backed up and eased the door closed. My mind was racing. I decided I was to wait a few minutes.
About five minutes went by. I knocked on the door.
"One second!" A frantic voice yelled from inside.
"It's me, Olive," I said.
"Hold on...!" He said.
About a minute later, Fletcher was at the door, his pants on.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey, what's up," He said.
"Chyna's out of town, so I popped by here," I said, trying not to sound nervous.
"Oh, alright," Fletcher said, seemingly awkward.
I stepped into Fletcher's room, as calm as I could, and looked around.
There was a bunch of stuff laying around. Mostly paper mache' scraps and glue bottles.
"What have you been working on?" I asked.
Fletcher immediately tensed up, and I noticed.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing," He said, quickly.
"What have you been making...?" I asked again.
His eyes quickly darted from me to the closet and back. I looked over to the closet, where a small box was peaking out. I walked over to it.
"No!" He yelled.
I picked up the box. It was a simple paper mache' box, no opening or anything. Just a solid cube.
"This?" I asked.
He stood there, blankly.
"Wait a second," I said.
I shook the box. It was hollow!
"I'm going to break this open if you don't tell me what's inside," I threatened.
"Nothing! I swear!" He said.
I shook the box again. I could hear something rattle inside.
"Fletcher..." I threatened.
"No!" He said, resistant.
I lifted the paper mache' box over my head, and sent it crashing to the floor.
A DVD tumbled out.
"What's this?" I asked, bending over and picking it up.
"It's a DVD," He said, numbly.
"I can see that, but what's on it?" I asked.
"It's blank," He lied, clearly.
I looked at him from across the room. Both of our eyes darted toward the laptop sitting on the table, which happened to be in the middle of both of us.
At the exact same time, we both burst into a run to get the computer.
"AHA!" Fletcher yelled triumphantly when he had the computer in his hands.
"No fair!" I said.
"Olive, give me back that DVD!" He said.
"This DVD?" I said, holding it up.
"Yah!" He said.
I gripped the DVD tightly, hoped for the best, and threw it out the open window into the backyard, two stories below.