Chapter 1: What Dreams May Come
Declaimer: I don't own A.N.T Farm or any of the characters. However I do own this computer.
A/N: This is my first Fletcher and Chyna fanfiction, and even though I don't know much about A.N.T Farm, I do know a little about each character. I got a request from some fans about writing a Flyna story. So here it is and I hope you guys enjoy.
It was just another day at the A.N.T program when I got caught up hiding from fletcher again. He just doesn't get it. I don't like him in that way. He's one of my best friends. I could never see us being more than that.
"Hi Chyna!" Olive shouts. "Why are you hiding behind this statue of you?"
"SHHHH! Be quite Olive! I'm trying to hide from Fletcher." I explain. "Wait! Did you just say I was hiding behind a statue of me?"
Olive nods, "Absolutely! Come look." She says yanking me from behind the statue.
This statue was definitely me. I was holding a microphone in one hand, while my other hand was on my hip. Let's not forget, I do look really good as a statue.
"I see you discover you birthday gift Chyna." Fletcher says from me behind me. I turn around looking at him in surprise.
"How could she not see it? It's huge!" Olive yells.
Fletcher glances over at Olive before smiling back at me. "Do you like it?" he asks.
"It's really nice Fletcher but my birthday is not for another week." I reply.
"I know that. I just wanted to be the first person to give you your birthday gift." He says.
"Here's one thing you didn't think about Bozo. How are we gonna move this statue to Chyna house?" Olive asks.
Fletcher chuckles, "A friend of mind is going to move it of course. Duh!"
I cross my arms not believing a word he just said. "What's your friends name then?"
"Aqua ….Aqualad! He's a friend of the family." Fletcher lies.
"Your friend name is Aqualad?" I ask waiting for an answer.
"Wow! Your friend is name after a cartoon character on Teen Titans? That's awesome!" Olive says excitedly.
"Chyna, can I talk to you privately please?" he asks.
I roll my eyes, "Yeah sure Fletcher. I reply walking over to the couch with him. "What do you need to talk to me about?"
"I was wondering if you would reconsider going out with me again. I know you don't want things to become weird between us, but I seriously think we could make this work if you just give us a chance. I really, really like you Chyna and I wanna be with you more than anything. You're worth fighting for."
"Fletcher that's really sweet. But I can't go out with you. I just don't feel the same way you feel about me. You're my best friend and I don't want to mess that up." I explain sadly.
Fletcher nods, "I understand." He says standing up.
"Are you sure you will be okay with this?" I ask standing up right next to him.
"Yeah I will be fine. See you around Chyna." He says walking out of the A.N.T. Farm.
"What's his problem?" Olive asks.
"I think I just lost my best friend." I say laying my head down on her shoulder.
It's been 3 day since Fletcher and I had a conversation. The only people he would talk to were Angue, Olive, Cameron, Paisley and even Violet. I felt really bad after we stopped talking. As a matter of fact, I felt really shitty. I just wish he would talk to me and we could put this all behind us. But he won't even look at me. This is all my fault.
"Why won't you just go over there and talk to him? Here I'll call him." Olive says about to scream Fletcher name.
"Don't Olive! I can't force Fletcher to speak to me if he doesn't want to." I tell her.
"Okay, if you say so." She says.
"I have something to say to you Chyna." Violet says standing in front of me with a smile on her face.
"And what is that?" I ask, not really caring at this point.
"Thank you." Violet says.
"Thank you for what?" I ask confusedly.
"Thank you for breaking Fletcher heart. Because of you he's opened up to me and I thank you for that. Now, Fletcher and I will be together before you know it." Violet explains.
Olive snores, "I highly doubt that!"
"What did you say?" Violet asks glaring daggers at Olive and turning red.
"Um, I said you guys would make a great couple. Go for it." Olive grins.
"Thank you Olive." Violet smiles. "Now wish me luck guys."
"I don't think you really need any luck from us." Olive says.
"Yeah she right you know." I agree.
"I said wish me luck!" Violet yells.
"Good luck girl. I wish you luck." I quickly speak.
"Yeah! You're gonna need it." Olive added.
"Thanks." Violet smiles evilly. "See you guys in class." She says sitting down with Fletcher and Angue at their table.
"That Violet can be really mean when she doesn't have her way with people." Olive points out.
"Tell me about it. She knock out someone for calling her cutie pie." I say.
"Hey! That guy was my dad! Police still don't believe that it was a little girl that punched him in the eye."
"Yeah my father doesn't believe that one either. He still laughs about it." I tell her.
Later on that day I saw Fletcher alone in the A.N.T farm painting a picture. I thought this would be the prefect time to talk to him and apologize.
"Hi Fletcher!" I greet. "What are you painting?"
"Nothing you care about. What sup?" he replies.
"I was wondering why you stop talking to me?"
"Why does it matter? You don't care."
"Stop saying that! Yes I do care! You're my best friend!"
"Chyna I don't think we should be best friends no more. I can't be friends with somebody I'm in love with. It's just too painful. So please do yourself a favor and forget about me. It's for the best." He says staring at me.
My eyes filled up with tears, "I will never forget you Fletcher. You are the bestest friend I ever had. Take care of yourself, okay." I say running out of the A.N.T Farm. I felt like I was just stab through the heart. Why does it have to be like this? I wish he would understand where I'm coming from. I never felt so much pain in my life.
"You okay in here Chyna?" my father asks walking inside my room.
"I'm fine. Just really tired." I reply wiping away my tears.
"Alright, if you need anything call me."
"Okay, goodnight daddy." I say giving him a hug.
"Goodnight superstar." He says leaving my bedroom and closing the door behind him.
That night I fell into a deep slumber not knowing what was about to happen next. My whole life flashed before my eye and before I knew it, I wasn't in the same place anymore. "Mommy, wake up! Wake up!" A little girl yells.
"Give me just a few more minutes please." I say. At that moment my eyes open in shock coming face to face with a little girl. She was biracial with sandy brown curly hair and blue eyes.
"Good morning mommy." She smiles.
"AHHHHH!" I scream. "Who are you?! Where am I?! This is definitely not my bedroom!" I shout getting out of bed.
"Stop it mommy. You are scaring me." She says staring to cry.
"Little girl I don't know who you are, but I'm definitely not your mommy. I'm only 13. I can't be somebody's mother." I explain.
The little girl didn't listen she continued to cry hysterically. "Mom, why is Alicia crying?" A elder boy asks, walking inside the room. He was biracial. However, this boy looked Caucasian. His eyes were brown like mine, which was really freaky and he had wild crazy brown hair. "Alicia what's wrong?" he asks the little girl.
Alicia sobs "Mommy scaring me." The little boy looks up at me.
"Don't look at me. I'm not her mother!" I speak quickly.
"Oh course you're our mom. Your name is Chyna right?" he asks.
"Yes that's my name. What's your name?" I ask.
He chuckles, "Kyle. The name you gave me on my birth date."
"How old are you?"
"I'm 12 and your daughter Alicia here is 6." Kyle explains.
"Come again? Little boy I –"
"Kyle." He corrects me.
"Kyle, I hate to break it to you but I am not your mother. I am a 13 year old girl." I explain.
Kyle snorts, "13? Have you looked in the mirror lately? You're far from that."
"Where's the bathroom?" I ask.
"It's over there behind you." Kyle replies.
"Thank you." I say running inside. I stood in front of the mirror only to realize this boy was right. I didn't know if I should scream or faint. This was definitely freaking me out. I was still me but a lot order and I didn't understand what's going on.
"Mom, are you okay because you're starting to freak me out?" Kyle asks.
"Kyle who am I?" I ask closing my eyes.
"You're a famous pop singer and actress. We live in Hollywood, Los Angeles, California and your married with children."
"How old am I?"
"32 years old if I'm not mistaking. You'll be 33 next week."
"So I'm married huh? You are my son and she is my daughter?" I ask looking over at Alicia.
"Yeah, I would think so. Are you sure you okay mom? Maybe I should call dad upstairs."
"No don't do that! I will be find as soon as I figure all this out." I tell him. "What's that sound? I ask looking around.
"It's the baby monitor." Kyle says showing me it. "Colin must be up."
"Colin who?" I ask with wide eyes.
"Oh god! Please don't tell me you forgot about Colin too?"
"I have another child?!" I shout. "Boy, don't I know how to get around."
"There's me, then there's Alicia and baby Colin. He's 6 months. Come on, let me show you." he says pulling me out of the room.
"Wow this house is big." I say.
"Of course it is. You and dad worked hard for it." He says pulling me inside the baby's room.
I slowly walk up to the crib looking inside. There laid a baby with the most gorgeous blue eyes I ever seen. "He so cute." I say. "You all are." I say looking over at Kyle and Alicia. "Kyle, what does my husband look like?"
"Well everyone says I look exactly like him, but with your eyes and personality."
I giggle, "I have to admit, you do remind me of somebody I know. Then again, I do make some good looking babies." I smile.
I heard a laugh coming from the doorway. "Don't you mean we make some good looking babies? After all, I am a big part of this." He says with a smile. This guy looked like my best friend Fletcher, but a lot older and he was extremely handsome. Wait a second…that is Fletcher! I'm married to Fletcher Quimby!
"Fletcher?" I say staring blankly at him.
"Well it's not Angue." He says sarcastically with a smirk.
"Okay." I nod before passing out on the floor.
A/N: That's it for this chapter. Please review and let me know if I should continue with the story or not. Later Flyna fans.