Hi! I'm Amy, and I just started fanfiction. Hope you guys like this! I was looking in the Clique fandom and I found some drabbles, so I thought that I could model my stories off of these drabbles since I don't really know what to write. Sorry that it's so short, by the way! I've had a different account before this and I wrote on that one but then I deleted that one. Oh, and thank you to Clara who helped me write this, :)


castle walls

There's a line in the road -

Something along the lines of a broken heart: she sits in a sofa, laid back, her bare feet with bloodied soles gripping onto the edge of a recliner, wool patterns embedded into the side of her heel. There's a moment in time where a vacuum cleaner enters the adjacent perimeter of the mansion, and then there's the emptiness of nothing once more, and she's left alone, just the way she likes it.

(Sometimes, Dylan thinks that it would be okay to let her heart open once in a while - to let somebody in. Then, she remembers what she's best at, and continues living life completely and utterly alone. After all, hearts are meant to break and love isn't meant to last.)

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There are moments when everything is right in the world.

She's sitting in a circle, in the middle of one of those family get-togethers with all of the cousins that she probably likes a little too much and those best friends that are better than sisters; unlike her sisters, these friends don't end up lying or stealing the attention from your mother by pretending as though they're the perfect ones, they're the ones who should end up the national television broadcasted show. Even though that should be her, up there, smiling, and joking about boys.

She sits on the fake leather couch, knees to close to his, feet barely brushing against one another - this isn't right, she knows that much by now; Derrick Harrington isn't her boy, he's the belonging of one of her best friends, someone who always took her in and made her feel better about herself when her siblings and willowy mother made her feel insecure, whether they were trying to do so, on purpose, or not.

Dylan feels as though it could be right, with Derrick, that is - they fit together, perfectly, almost as if they were meant for one another; yet, she knows the repercussions of stealing a friend's guy. So, she avoids him for the most part and ignores the way that he smiles at her a little broader than he smiles at Massie, as though they always have an inside joke, and moves on.

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But it's not right when she walks out of the car on Massie's birthday, quickly letting go of Derrick's tight grasp around her hand, both of their faces a little too sweaty, a little too flushed to be just two friends out on a drive when one of them finally got their license (she remembers how her father said, two permits don't equal one license and random thoughts flush into her head as the rest of the Pretty Committee stares at her; Massie leaves the scene almost immediately afterwards, after a sharp slap towards Dylan and a don't ever talk to me again towards Derrick), and it feels like regret and pain.

She looks at Derrick, who grasps her hand like a lifeline, and looks down, thinking that, no, it wasn't worth it. It wasn't worth it at all.