A/N: Well I took a little break, but then something started to bother me. I don't like how mean Olive has become towards Fletcher on the show. I feel like they've messed with the dynamic of their relationship just for cheap laughs. Now I feel like my old Folive fanfics are starting to feel OOC in comparison to what's happening on the show. So I've decided to take the mess they've made of Folive on the show and fix it with this fanfic. This is my interpretation of why Olive has become so mean and how to still make Folive work amidst this mess.

I do not own ANT Farm. That belongs to Disney.

Chapter 1: Breaking Point

It was late in the evening at Z-Tech and Olive and Chyna were spending time in their room. Chyna was curled up with her ANT Pad, watching the new episode of "High Heels High", while Olive was sitting in bed talking to her mom over the phone. As much as Chyna wanted to focus on the show, she found herself distracted by the conversation Olive was having. Olive had always had a rather strained relationship with her parents as they were always pushing her to do what they believed was best for her. They had practically forced her to join the A.N.T. Program in the first place. At that moment Olive was having an argument with her mom about her grades that was threatening to spiral out of control.

"Mom! I told you I raised my Math grade to a 98!" Olive said.

"Well don't you think you could do better?" her mom replied.

"It's a really good grade Mom!"

"Yes, but you have an eidetic memory! You should be making 100's in every one of your classes," her mom countered.

"I told you it doesn't work that way! Just because I memorize everything doesn't mean I can always put it to practical use in every situation, but I'm doing really good! Why can't you be proud of that!?" Olive cried.

"You are exceptional, so I have to hold you to the highest standard possible. You aren't like everyone else. You could be whatever you want to be! Someday you could win a Nobel Prize if you just put your mind to it!" her mom said sternly.

"I know that Mom, but I think I'm doing just fine so far."

"Just fine isn't good enough! I know what your problem is; it's that boy you've been dating. Dustin, or whatever his name is," her mom replied impatiently.

"His name is Dixon, and he's not a problem," Olive said.

"I've told you before that you shouldn't be wasting brain capacity on things like love and romance! Love is a useless emotion that only leads to trouble. You shouldn't be worried about boys at your age. When the time is right and you are ready to bear children you simply find someone who is an intellectual equal and marry him. That way your offspring are intelligent and productive members of society. Love has nothing to do with it. Look at your Father and I; we have been together for years because our paring is mutually beneficial and you are living proof that I was right," her mom said rather coldly.

"Are you saying you don't love Daddy? Are you saying that you don't love me!?" Olive cried.

"Of course I love you, but that's a different kind of love. I'm talking about romantic love, which is nothing but a lie. I'm sorry you have to hear that, but it's a harsh truth that you just need to accept. Don't let it nearly ruin you like it almost did to me when I was younger. You're smarter than that!" her mom replied bitterly.

"I think you're wrong Mom. Dixon isn't a problem for me. He's not going to ruin me."

"Well he's already causing your grades to drop!" her mom complained.

"No he's not!"

"Either you bring your grades up or I'm sorry, but you will have to break up with him!" her mom then said.

"Mom that's not fair!" Olive cried out.

"You will do as you're told or we will bring you home from that school and put you back into Webster High!"

"But…fine, I'll bring my grades up," Olive finally said.

"Good, now have a good night honey. I'll talk to you later," her mom replied.

"Goodnight Mom," Olive said and then hung up the phone.

For a moment Olive just sat there, staring at her quilt in silence. Chyna was about to speak when Olive then grabbed one of her stuffed animals and threw it across the room in frustration, while letting out a muffled scream.

"Are you okay?" Chyna asked in concern.

"I love my Mom, but she can be so frustrating sometimes! I'm making A's in all my classes, but because they're not 100's across the board she thinks I'm distracted! Now she wants me to break up with Dixon if my grades don't improve! It's not my fault that she had a lousy love life! She doesn't have to take it out on me!" Olive yelled and Chyna wasn't sure how to respond.

Chyna had always found Olive's mom to be a friendly lady, but she had sensed that cold, almost emotionless, side to her before. She still did not know the story behind why Olive's mom acted that way, but she knew it had its influence on Olive, whether Olive realized it or not. Of course, this was not something Chyna discussed with Olive, as Olive was liable to snap at her for bringing it up. Chyna let Olive calm down just a little before speaking again; once Olive went back to staring at her quilt, Chyna finally spoke.

"I don't see how she expects you to do much better than you are now in your classes. It's not fair to expect you to make perfect grades," Chyna said consolingly.

"She thinks that a perfect memory should equal perfect grades. I have to get my grades up Chyna. I can't go back to Webster High when all of my friends are here and I don't want to break up with Dixon," Olive said worriedly.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll do fine," Chyna replied.

"Worried? I'm not worried…not at all. I'm fine, don't worry about me," Olive said rather awkwardly while twisting the corner of her quilt around her finger.

"Okay…I'm not worried either," Chyna replied apprehensively as she went back to watching her show and decided it was best to just leave Olive alone for awhile.

Olive sat there for awhile in silence, thinking about what her mom had said. For the longest time Olive had believed every word her mom told her about love, but then, as she got older, things changed. She had grown out of that phase where she believed that boys had cooties and found that she was completely unprepared for the emotions that were threatening to overwhelm her. Her mom was practically an emotional vegetable and her dad was always away from home on business. No one ever really taught her how to handle boys and the feelings that came with them. She had already driven away Graham due to her aggressive personality and she was determined not to do the same with Dixon, but no matter how many books on dating she read it just wasn't the same as actual experience.

She felt like crying, but she was determined to put up a strong front so that Chyna wouldn't worry about her. So she then turned to the one thing that always cheered her up when she felt sad and that was her memory quilt. She began to look at all of the pictures and it made her smile. There was just something about looking at embarrassing moments of Fletcher that drove away sadness; however, she also felt a growing frustration when she thought of Fletcher. She didn't know why, but he had been getting on her nerves more than ever since they had come to Z-Tech. She thought that maybe it was having to spend more time around him since they all lived at the school, but honestly she didn't fully understand why he got to her the way he did. He would always be an enigma to her. He was someone she both cared for deeply and practically hated all at once. She tried to explain it to her mom once, but her mom had just told her that's why she should stay away from love. Of course Olive reminded her mom, quite plainly, that she was not in love with Fletcher, but her mom didn't seem to care. Olive began to find that thinking of Fletcher was only making her more upset, so she pushed the quilt off of the bed and onto the floor. She then rolled over and turned off her bedside lamp so she could get some sleep.

The next morning Olive brought her books up to the terrace to study in the cool open air. She sat herself down at a table and began to read. She tried to rid her mind of everything except what was written on the page, but her mind kept wandering to both Dixon and Fletcher. Dixon was off on one of his training missions as a spy, and Fletcher was on the other side of the terrace drawing a picture, which was enough of a distraction as it was. Finally, after a few minutes, Olive was able to focus on the book, but unfortunately Fletcher decided to choose that moment to walk over.

"Hey Olive, what ya doing?" Fletcher asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm studying; now scram," Olive said a little rudely.

"Studying? Don't you have all of that stuff memorized by now?" Fletcher asked with a laugh.

"Apparently not well enough, because I'm only making a 98 right now!"

"But that's really good! You should take a break from studying. I've been working on my comedy act and I wanted to try a new joke on you," Fletcher said with a smile.

"Fletcher…not now!" Olive said impatiently.

"Please! I think it's a really good one," Fletcher said with a pleading look.

"Ugh…fine, what's the joke?" Olive asked.

"Okay…knock knock," Fletcher began.

"Who's there?" Olive replied with a sigh.

"Interrupting cow!"

"Interrupting c…"

"MOOOOOOOO!" Fletcher said before Olive could finish and then burst into laughter. "You get it? Because the cow interrupted you before you could finish!"

"Fletcher, that was the dumbest thing I've ever heard," Olive replied impatiently.

"Aww, come on. You looked upset, so I thought it would cheer you up," Fletcher then said.

"The only thing that would cheer me up right now is 100's in all my classes! My parents are threatening to pull me out of Z-Tech because my grades aren't perfect and they're threatening to make me break up with Dixon as well. So I don't have time for your stupid jokes right now!" Olive yelled and the smile on Fletcher's face vanished.

"Well fine, you don't have to be so rude!" Fletcher retorted.

"Just leave me alone!"

"Why are you being so mean to me lately? I thought we were friends!" Fletcher yelled.

"You haven't exactly been that nice either!" Olive countered.

"I'm only reacting to what you're giving me!"

"Look, I don't have time for this right now! Just go away!" Olive yelled as she stood up and shoved Fletcher.

Unfortunately Fletcher stumbled back and tripped over a chair. Olive watched in horror as Fletcher fell in what seemed like slow motion and landed awkwardly on his right arm. As he hit the ground Olive could hear something crack and she knew instantly that it was bad. Fletcher let out a girlishly high pitched scream and then held his arm in pain.

"Oh my god! Fletcher I'm so sorry!" Olive cried out.

"My arm! What's wrong with you Olive!?" Fletcher yelled.

"I'm sorry…I didn't…I don't know what came over me!" Olive stammered.

Olive tried to reach down and help Fletcher, but he squirmed out of her way.

"Go away Olive! Just leave me alone!"

"Fletcher…I'm sorry," Olive said again.

"I SAID GO AWAY! I HATE YOU!" Fletcher yelled.

Olive was crushed. She felt tears begin to well up in her eyes so she took off running.