Summary: Many people would die for Massie's life. But how many people would die for…Massie? CRACK! People never saw it comin…Two-shot.
The Clique © Lisi Harrison. Cuz I'm too cool to own that book. Duh. XD jkjk
Massie knew her life was perfect. She knew she was spoiled rotten, but you know what? Sucks to those who couldn't live a life like her. It couldn't be helped she just had a better life then those LBR's she called classmates. It couldn't be helped some people thought she was a snob and a rich bitch. Cause she was. And life was good for her mainly because her daddy was a millionaire and that she had normal parents.
Well, pretty normal parents. That had absolutely no control over her but loved her no matter what.
It was obvious girls and boys would die for a life like hers. Popular, rich, beautiful, and witty. What more could a girl want?
But then, she pondered, how many people would die for her?
Claire was just innocently lying upside down on Massie's fluffy purple bed one day, reading an article in Teen Vogue about global warming (why that was there, she did not know, but she was sort of glad it wasn't an article on clothing) when Massie just so innocently asked a question.
"Claire, would you die for me?"
The dreaded and absurd question lingered around Claire's conscience. There was no way she was going to answer that.
"Kuh-laire?" Massie impatiently asked.
"Huh?" Claire asked, pretending as if she didn't hear Massie's question. She looked to the left of the magazine, a portion of it hiding part of Massie's body. Massie rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips, strutting one hip out to the right.
"I said, Kuh-laire, would you die for me?" Massie scowled while saying this. Claire blinked and tried her hardest not to snicker into fits.
"What kind of a question is that?" Claire asked. She hoped she didn't sound accusing. Massie huffed out an impatient sigh.
"What do you mean Claire? Just answer the question."
Claire looked back at the magazine and pretended to ignore her. "I mean, the question seems so random."
She could just imagine Massie rolling her eyes at her right now. "I just thought about this earlier. Is that a problem?" Massie retorted, emphasizing 'problem'. Claire just shrugged.
"Okay." There was a moment of silence, and Claire realized Massie had expected her to answer her question she had asked earlier.
"Kuh-laire, aren't you going to answer my question?" Massie was getting fed up with this. If Claire just didn't want to answer her question, she could've just said so.
"Which question?" Claire asked. Peeking a look at Massie, she almost chuckled seeing the peeved off look on Massie's face.
"Eh ma gawd! Just answer the question! And you know the question I'm talking about!"
Claire hid her smirk behind the magazine, but immediately Massie snatched it roughly out of her hands. She quickly pursed in her lips.
"You won't like my answer…" Massie frowned at her statement and set the magazine down. Actually, she threw the magazine down irritably on the bed.
"Is that a no? You won't die for me?" Massie asked, truly confused. Something dropped in Massie's mind and went down her stomach. "Why?"
"I didn't say I wouldn't die for you," Claire replied. Although I didn't say I would die for you…
"But you didn't say you would die for me," Massie said. Why is Claire avoiding the QUESTION?!
"Bean would die for you," Claire smiled and picked up the pug that happened to be skittering past her. Massie gave her an exasperated look. And right then, the doorbell rang.
"They're here!" Claire grinned even bigger and put down Bean. On Massie's bed. That she just straightened. "I'll go get them!" Claire shouted, trotting out of her room, leaving Massie blinking out of stupidity. She took a look at Bean, who was scratching her ear.
"Bean, would you die for me?" Massie asked innocently. And, surprise surprise, Bean stopped licking her paw and trotted out of the room, leaving Massie blanched.
A/N: Heh heh. Not funny. So, whaddya think about this piece of crack of a story? (By the way, I'm listening to a bunch of music that probably influenced the mood in this story, so…)
Appreciate reviews and I don't care about the flames cuz I really didn't put any effort in this piece of crap I made. I guess I made this because I was like, The Clique is so…stuck up. Needs some humor. Or crack. So…voila.