author's note: okay, so here's my secret santa for Donna/HopelesslyDevoted76 :) i hope you enjoy it! and to all my ff friends, have an amazing christmas :) i love you all. so i'm doing something quite daring xD i'm writing a story in two POVs. the italics are the past and normal font is present day. And in the POV of Massie and Cam. it switches throughout the story, so yeah xD

disclaimer: i do not own the following: the clique, the clique, the clique, the clique, the clique, the clique, the clique, and oh yeah! THE CLIQUE.

anyway, merry christmas and a happy new year! everyone :) this is a two-shot, btw(:

for donna/HopelesslyDevoted76

with every last s e c o n d
by smilez014

* m e r r y c h r i s t m a s ! *

:: Happy New Year! ::

- every secret or every deam, i'll be there, listening to your silent screams.

"I'll race you to the tree house!" Cam Fisher shouted happily as the dismissal bell rang. He looked back at Massie Block and held onto the straps of his large backpack. Massie laughed and secured her backpack and pink lunch box before taking off on her short seven year old legs. She hurriedly ran off after Cam who was already down their neighborhood.

Once Massie made it to the Fisher's large tree house, Cam was already climbing up the ladder. Massie ran towards the wooden ladder and quickly made her way up to find Cam greeting her with a juice box and animal crackers, "good day, mi lady."

Massie chuckled and sat, legs crossed on the tree house floor. She zipped open her bag and pulled out a bag of M & M's. Cam sat across from her and started to devour their snacks. This were their lives, because their mothers were such good friends, it kind of gave them the extra push to try to be friends as well. It wasn't hard, they just clicked.

"Are you coming home this year?" Kendra, Massie's mother asked. Massie held the phone between her chin and her slender shoulder. Her hair was in a messy bun and her room was filled with fabric samples and articles of clothing on hangers.

"I'm not sure mom, I don't know if I can get away." Massie said into her cell phone, "It's kinda hard to get away, especially since I have to register once the new year starts."

Kendra sighed, "Okay, Mass, but please tell me you'll be here for your spring break."

Massie chuckled, searching through the piles of text books that occupied the space on her study table. "I'll try to be mom." Loose strands of hair fell in front of her face.

"Alright, so have you talked to Cam recently?" Kendra asked.

Massie opened her fashion design portfolio. As a sophomore in college, -an exclusive design college in Paris, France- it was a handful to keep all her things organized. "What?" Massie asked, shifting through yarn and buttons on her bed.

"Have you spoke to Cam recently?" Kendra asked, "he's coming home for the holidays."

"That's nice," Massie said a bit uninterested as she flipped through a copy of Vogue. All the photos of the trendiest clothes fasicinated Massie. They always have since she was just a little girl. She'd remember spending a good amount of time flipping through her mother's copies of Vogue, Elle, Glamour, and etcetera.

It happened when she was seven and the stack of magazines were laying neatly on the coffee table. Massie got home from school and her mother was on the phone with Mrs. Fisher. Massie grew impatient, so she picked up a magazine and was instantly mesmerized by the outfits that were displayed on each page. Trendy, vintage, punk rock, preppy... they were all in there.

Once Massie was twelve, she picked up a needle and an old t-shirt, she quickly convereted it into a trendy top with a pair of large sissors. After that, Massie was hooked. She'd go into second hand stores just to see if she could mix and match with her designer brands. She'd spend hours and hours cutting, sewing, and bedazzling. It was all so much fun.

The day Massie turned seventeen, she knew, she knew this was her passion. Fashion, no matter how corny that sounded. She loved fasion and wanted to start a career with it. It's what took her this far... that and a little help from a multi-colored eyed boy.

Twelve-year-old Cam Fisher looked at fellow classmate, Massie Block. They were sitting in the school courtyard during break, when Cam asked, "what do you want to be when you grow up?" His voice made it's way quickly into her ear. Massie's head was down as she stared at her silver Miu Miu flats.

She looked up at him, "what do you mean?"

Cam stared right back, "What do you mean, 'what do you mean'? I mean, what do you want to do, who do you want to become. Your future, do you have any plans or goals for yourself?"

Massie remained silent for a moment, she thought to herself. Did she really have an ambition? Did she have something that inspired her? Something she wanted to do? Someone she wanted to be?

Cam waited awhile, almost like this question desperately needed to be answered.

After a moment, Cam sighed, "Um, it's okay."

Massie shook her head, "No, I actually... actually... don't tell anyone, but I want to become a fashion designer."

"A fasion designer?" Cam's eyebrows flew to the top of his forehead. "Really?"

Massie nodded slowly, "yeah, I kinda... really like designing clothes, is that weird?" She asked tugging onto the dress she designed herself.

Cam shook his head, "no, I think that's pretty cool."

Massie looked at him, "Really?" Her amber eyes widened in disbelief. She's never told anyone she wanted to be a fashion designer, her dad always thought it was just a 'hobby' nothing you could make real money out of. In many ways, that hurt Massie, but that never let her stop dreaming.

- we'll spend our nights dreaming under the stars.

Cam Fisher sat at his table and took another sip of his Starbucks coffee, he quickly began typing away on his laptop. He sat alone at his seat, all by himself in the half-full coffeee shop. This was his usual schedue, his life practically. He would wake up, go to class, and then head to the local Starbucks near campus. He'd spend hours on end, typing away on his laptop replying to emails from friends and family, poking people back on Facebook, typing up research papers that were due the next week, and just sitting there so he wouldn't have to be alone.

Not that Cam was alone, not really. Yes, he was alone in California for college and all his friends were miles away but he wasn't alone. Cam never felt alone. He did sleep by himself, in his own dorm every night, but he never did feel alone. He never felt that emptiness which was being lonely. He's never felt like he was the only person left on Earth, because he wasn't.

Or maybe it was the fact that Cam was so used to being alone, to being all by himself, with no one to depend on. He's always been alone, really. Even when Cam was in a big group of friends, he's always been alone. But maybe that feeling of being used to be alone made him forget what the feeling of being with friends and family was like. Maybe Cam was just supposed to be forever alone.

A little girl around the age of eight walked in with her mother, the little girl took her hand and smiled at all the Christmas decorations around the coffee shop. Her eyes lit up brightly as she admired the oranments around the shop.

Cam stared at for a moment, and suddenly he felt a strange beating to his heart. He remembered having the same expression on his face whenever he was around an old friend. An old friend, being Massie Block.

"I spend my nights in here sometimes," Fourteen-year-old Cam Fisher, whispered with his arm over Massie. She smiled, "It is nice up here," She mused and her fingers trailed down Cam's chest.

She stared out onto the large roof window, taking in the breathtaking stars and sceneray. It was such a beautiful sight to see. Cam held Massie close, it was mid-November and the chilly air was thickening within the hour. Cam just held onto her tightly, listening to her beating heart.

"Why do you come here alone?" Massie asked him thoughtfully.

Cam just shrugged, "I don't know, sometimes I just like being alone."

"You're not alone, you're here with me," Massie smiled and adjusted the position her head was in. "Being alone seems so depressing, so boring. Do you like to be alone?"

Cam didn't say anything for a few minutes, and then he said, "I like to be alone with you."

- I just want, you and me. that is all.

"JOSH! PLEASE." Massie yelped into her phone as she walked down the hallway of her dormitory. Everyone looked out their dorm rooms to see what the fuss was about. Massie ignored all of them as she made her way outside the dorm and plopped herself onto a bench.

"Mass, I really, really can't go home this year," Josh replied then his voice dropped a little lower, "And can you not scream? i'm in class, right now."

"I thought you said you were done with classes?" Massie asked suspiciously.

Josh didn't say anything for a moment, then said, "I have just on extra class left."

"Really?" Massie asked, her eyebro going up. "What is it?"

Josh chuckled nervously. "Um, physics, and what's with all the questions? Are we playing 20-Q here? Give me a break, do you not trust me?"

Massie contemplated that for a moment, she didn't really know sometimes. She and Josh have only been dating for less than a few months. And he went to school all the way in London. And of course, Josh Hotz had a reputation. He dated more girls than Massie had on her contacts. Massie didn't always know why she was dating Josh, she just was. Maybe it was the way he laughed, the way he smiled, or the way he said she looked beautiful. Whatever the reason, it was working.

"So, I saw you and Alicia Rivera at the Halloween Dance together," Fourteen-year-old Massie said as she twirled a long strand of auburn hair.

Cam looked at her, as they laid under the tree house. It was a cool November day and the usual emerald green trees were slowly changing into a crisp autumn with shades of scarlet and dandelion. A stray leaf hang helplessly on a thin branch. Massie watched as it shook in the wind. Suddenly, she grew irrtiated and impatient with the leaf. Wny didn't it just fall?

After a moment, Cam spoke up, "um, yeah, I did." His voice was soft like a peaceful melody. Then he said, "And you went with Chris Plovert."

Massie nodded slowly, "yup."

Cam nodded, "So, did he treat you right?" He asked shyly.

Massie looked up at him, "What do you mean?"

Cam shrugged, "Chris... kind of has a reputation of leaving girls and being a total ass about it." His eyes stared out into the distance. Massie pulled another strand of hair and twirled it around her slender finger. She looked over at Cam to see him just laying there and looking back at her.

Massie spoke up softly, "Well, he's really nice. I mean he's sweet around me."

Cam stared back at her amber orbes. "Well, I just want you to be careful. Please."

"Why?"

"Because I care about you," Cam half smiled, a half smile that made Massie's heart skip a beat. He inched closer, almost like he was going to kiss Massie. She inched closer too, not really knowing what she was doing.

They were only an inch away from eachother, with no air coming between them. It was almost perfect, almost serene. Massie's eye lids dropped a bit lower and Cam just smiled, "It's hard not to, you know? To care about you. You're just so amazing and for some reason, i'm never going to get enough of you."

a/n: okay. the next chapter will come tomorrow! what do you think? good? bad? it'll get better and if it was confusing, then let me know?

review, and have an amazing 2011 everyone! and Donna! i'm sorry this came later than i expected to post it :(