an: this is OC/Derrick, but it'll be good if i actually finish it i promise(:

disclaimer: i don't own the Clique, i own Calle though(:

tell me what you think please?

"One minute left bitchesss!"

I wonder where that little blonde went.

I looked around the two story living room and kitchen area of Alicia's mansion-it was filled with just about every senior from Briarwood and OCD.

She wasn't here. I knew she was, though. I had been watching her all night.

I walked around some more, but it was taking too long-everyone was hammered and wouldn't move.

"Hey, over here."

I turned and saw a girl ushering me into a room, the door cracked.

"I'm not gonna bite, I promise." she smiled, and I could tell she was completely sober, like me.

I smiled back and followed her into the room, closing the door behind me. "Where are we?"

She turned and smiled. "Alicia's parents room I think."

"I think you're right." I chuckled as I looked around at the Spanish furniture. I sat down on the edge of the white comforter and looked out the floor to ceiling windows. There was fireworks going on across the lake, all different colors.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

I turned and looked in her eyes. They were dark green with little flecks of gold. And she had some light freckles across her nose, now that I really looked. "It is."

I wasn't talking about the view though.

"Ten!" screams came from outside the closed door.

"What's your name?" she smiled, putting a piece of blonde hair behind her little ear. She had little diamond studs-not too fancy, but still formal. I liked it.

"Nine!"

"Derrick Harrington. You?" I leaned towards her, staring longingly at her little pink lips.

"Eight!"

"Calle Nottingham."

She smelled like vanilla. I like vanilla.

"Seven!"

"Well, Calle Nottingham?" I stared at her eyes now, watching them sparkle.

"Six!"

"Yes, Derrick Harrington?" she giggled, her body leaning towards me as her shoulders shook a little. Her floral top slipped off one shoulder, revealing her freckly shoulder. I thought it was the cutest thing.

"Five!"

"May I kiss you?" I blinked.

"Four!"

She stared at me, then smiled and turned back towards the windows. I stared at her, waiting for her to reply.

"Three!"

More fireworks shot off on the lake. Calle's lips parted as she watched.

"Two!"

Finally she turned back to me, her eyes bright and a big grin on her face. "I guess that would be alright."

I smiled, staring into her eyes for a minute.

"One!"

"Happy New Year!"

Calle turned briefly toward all the screams and shouts from the other side of the door, but then looked back at me.

"Happy New Year, Calle."

"Happy New Year, Derrick."

And then I kissed her.

I might have fallen in love with her in that second. I might have fallen in love with her when she chased me and tackled me on our first date. I might have fallen in love with her when she fell asleep in my car when I drove her home from my house a week later. I might have fallen in love with her when she called me at midnight, scared that her dad was going to go to jail for insider stock trading again. It may have been when she took me to her mother's grave and introduced me to her. Maybe it was when I saw her in the dress she wore to the Spring dance. It could have been the night we drove to the city and looked at lights on top of the Empire State building. Or when we went to the NYC Zoo and all she wanted to do was watch the polar bears swim. Hell, it may have even been when she took me shopping with her and talked me into trying on dresses with her. I'm not quite sure on the details, really. All I'm sure of is that I'm in love with this girl, and this is the story of us.