-1A/N: This is strictly for my own peace of mind. Totally AU. You don't like it, I really don't care. So here it is.

Disclaimer: If I owned The Clique I wouldn't need a disclaimer, would I?

Surrounded yet so Alone

Westchester Park

Park bench

Friday, May 29th

9:27 A.M.

"Why? Why, Why, WHY!" she screamed but no one heard. She was all alone. An empty feeling over whelmed her, a felling she knew all too well. She cried harder than she had ever cried before. It just completely tore me apart seeing her this way.

I contemplated going over to her, she looked like she needed a friend so I did. When she saw me she got up, still crying. She started to walk away but I grabbed her gentle by the arm. Then, surprisingly, she just sat and cried in my arms.

When she was done crying she sat up, looked me in the eyes, and said "I'm sorry, I got mascara all over you." Then I looked down at my shirt new, white polo and saw black smudges everywhere. She just started to laugh hysterically, which made me laugh.

I just sat there and laughed with her until she started to cry, and I knew they weren't tears of joy.

"What's wrong? Can I help?" I asked her.

"Can I ask you a question?" she asked still teary eyed.

"Sure," I said, "anything at all."

"Have you ever felt so alone, it hurt?" she said seriously.

"Have you had to act like you own the world, just to make the illusion that your life is perfect?" she asked pauses, "Well? Have you ever been surrounded by people, so many people that seem like they know you, but none of them truly understand you!" by know she is looking me so intensely that I have to look away.

"Then there is absolutely no way you can help me right now, Josh." Then she just walked away.

"Wait!" I yelled but she didn't turn around. "MASSIE, STOP!"

That got her attention. She stopped and I ran up to her. "What is it, Josh?" asked Massie. Her usual calm and confident composure seemed to drain with the color in her face.

"I just wanted to say that your not alone, and that, that I," but before I could finish her amber eyes clouded over.

"Massie?" I called but she just stared. "Massie, Massie." I shook her but she just fell to the ground, unmoving."

"Help!" I called. "Someone call 911!" but then I remembered my phone. I took it out and dialed 911 and gave them the usual information and told them she was on conscious.

"Ugh, Josh?" Massie said weakly. He eyes were glassy and she was still very pale looking.

"Massie! Are you all right? Of course your not you just fainted, who would-"

"Josh," she called again interrupting his rambling. "Josh I," she started to cough violently.

"Massie, you need to rest." I said with as much strength as I could muster.

"No, no Josh, you need to here," she coughed again, "to here that I'm not alone. I know you love me now and that I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not." She coughed again and continued, "And you need to know that I, I love you too." I leaned down and kissed her.

One week later

I looked around and saw people I see every day. Yet to day they seem different. People that haven't talked to each other in a year are now crying together over one person. Alicia Rivera, Claire Lyons, Dylan Marvil, and Kristen Gregory all huddled together crying over the one thing they all had in common, Massie Block. The one girl who seemed like she had it all but really lacked the one thing those four girls didn't give her, a true friend. If that was all I gave her that night, that was all she need because she died smiling.

A/N: Like I said I really don't care if you don't like it cause I did this for some peace of mind.