Hola Chicas!
Guess what?
So I've decided to rewrite Gawd Save McQueen.
I've been away from fanfiction for a while and I realized I'd only ever completed one multi-chapter fic because I get so distracted. I always get uninspired, tired and busy.
Not to mention it was going off in a direction of pointlessness and after a lot of contemplating, I decided this was the best option.
The writing style will possibly be a little less Lisi Harrison (though I'll try) and most of the storyline will stay remotely the same but the information will be different.
I also have a lot of pairings down in my head, so no more help needed for that!
I'm going to try to update as often as possible and if you read the first one its probably a good idea to read what I have here too because some of it will change a lot.
Enjoy!
(eff that was long!)
rating: T (for swearing and "safety")
disclaimer: i do not own any of the characters/titles/songs/ect. mentioned in this story, same goes for all the following chapters.
JOHN F. KENNEDY INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
GATE 17
9:29 AM
January 27th (2008)
If it wasn't for the fact that they were all in an airport, all the sniffing might have caused people to think they were standing in an infectious disease ward with Dr. House standing nearby, cane at ready. Unfortunately for Massie Block, it was a lot worse than that. She was standing there in front of a group of thirteen year olds with streaks of MAC "waterproof" mascara on the sleeve of her vintage Chanel blazer -thank gawd it was black.
Massie smiled and just soaked it all in (including her tears that were sliding down her nose and plummeting to the linoleum floor). It was like a funeral but so much worse than that. She was burying her social status, her long lasting friendships, her school, her everything and starting fresh all the way across the pond. No, not the pond with the green water and disgusting frogs, but the pond-pond, like the Atlantic Ocean. Names can be so deceiving.
"We're going to miss you, Massie," Layne nodded solemnly. The turn out in front of Massie not only included her four best friends, Alicia Rivera, Claire Lyons, Dylan Marvil and Kristen Gregory, but also all the Briarwood boys, and Layne. "I've got something for you," Layne walked forward, and looked down, her eyes rimmed with a touch of red. She pulled her Kipling backpack to her stomach and yanked out a huge Ziploc bag filled with what looked like tangled yarn. "They're bracelets," She chewed on a piece of Big Chew ferociously, "all the girls at school made 'em, the smaller bag inside has mine, Claire's, Alicia's, Dylan's and Kris's." Massie tried her best not to beam at the girl she'd dubbed an LBR for so many years. Layne leaned forward, her apple scented breath sliding into Massie's Chanel reserved nostrils, "the guys tried to make some but they look like those boots that I wore for that vegetarian campaign that you said looked like mounds of crap."
Massie giggled and took the bag thankfully, throwing Layne a fleeting side squeeze, taking in the smell of spicy peanuts, Big Chew apple and Harajuku perfume that she knew as Viva la Layne.
Next came Cam, the boy she'd once had a killer crush on (no pun intended).
"Here, Mass." He said shyly handing her a CD and a bag of gummies, "It has all those annoying Top 40 songs on there and some you can remember me by, as well as few from our band, we wrote you a song. Oh and don't worry the candy's sugar free," He looked up and his two eyes sparkled at Massie like an emerald and a sapphire, "stay bitchy 'kay? I'd hate to run into you one day and have you being all nice. Gawd forbid." He mimicked her and Massie kicked him in the knee with her YSL pump. She waited a second to take a picture of this in her head, his hair, his mismatched eyes and that smell of sushi from his jacket and the Drakkar Noir that Claire never shut up about.
"Thanks Cammie, do me a favor too, 'kay?" She said, finding her voice after a moment of speechlessness,"get some contacts you freak of nature!" He laughed and gave her a quick hug before turning away and heading back into the little group. It felt like she was pulling a Serena van der Woodsen and running off, but this time she'd told her best friends.
Kemp and Chris stepped forward, pushing each other and fighting, though even they were tamed down for the occasion, a basket in Kemp's hand. "Massie my lord," Kemp bowed eccentrically and then slapped Chris in the stomach so he'd mimic him, even though he just stumbled forward. "Just for you, my Queen," he got up and lifted the huge basket he had been carrying, Massie rolled her amber eyes playfully, and peeked inside.
"Typical peasant," she said, staring at the piles of Victoria Secrets' catalogs.
"Hey! Those are collectibles!" Massie cracked up, her bleached white teeth showing completely and more tears seeped at the edges of her eyes. She'd never see the day that Kemp got horribly rejected by a girl and she'd miss all those years of watching all of them grow out of their awkwardness and stupidity.
Plovert broke Massie out of her trance, "Mass," he held out two slips of paper and a little card, Massie looked at them. One was an email address, another was a building address and the last was a giftcard to a hair salon. Massie looked up at Chris skeptically, completely confused. Did he think she was a panhandler and was slipping her an IOU?
"My email in case you need homework help, an address for my aunt's hair salon and a giftcard for it so you can try it out. I heard you bitching about how you'd have to go tryout a ton of different places, and since I'm so smart, I came up with the idea." He smiled quickly and then rubbed the back of his neck, shifting in his Dunks.
At this rate Massie would never in her life have to get a face-lift, she was smiling until her tear soaked eyes, "C'mere," She wrapped Chris and Kemp in a big bear hug, "Thanks Pervert and Plovert." Kemp's hand slid down and Massie let go, slapping it away, he laughed. She snapped a shot in her head of Kemp's big fro and hipster glasses, Chris's sandy hair and lightly freckled nose, and their huge lopsided grins.
"It was worth a shot!" Him and Chris then ran back into the little group, chasing each other in circles.
"Massikeur," Josh sauntered over to Massie with a huge shopping bag and Griffin tagging along next to him, and Dempsey too with his hands behind his back. Josh winked and held out his bag, "had some help from Leesh." He shrugged and Massie set down her other gifts on a chair and peeked inside, a gorgeous tennis outfit was sitting inside, the Ralph Lauren logo embellished on it.
"Awh Joshy!" She enveloped him in a designer scented hug and he muttered something about it all being Alicia and Massie just ignored his sheepish commentary.
"Don't forget me," Griffin said, his smile touching his eyes, he handed Massie a copy of The Notebook, and Massie nearly rolled her eyes.
"Seriously?" He nodded and then gestured for her to open it. She did and stared at what was there, a business card for Hell's Oven, a themed, pizza restaurant in London. It was like Christmas but ten times better, like her birthday tied in and on that steroid cream Emily used in Pretty Little Liars. She grinned thankfully at Griffin, he wasn't her closest friend but she gave him a quick hug and he merely shrugged.
"Here Massie, just in case you ever want to try it," Dempsey handed Massie a purple and black soccer ball, Massie scoffed.
"As if." He just smiled at her and then handed her a beaded necklace that was crumpled up in his hand. Massie eyed it, the beads were wooden and it looked handmade, knowing Dempsey it had some life value hidden in its earth made cracks.
"Its a necklace from when I went to Africa, my mom bought it but she didn't know who to give it too. Its supposed to bring you good luck." Massie took it from his carefully and weighed the necklace in her hands. With the right amount of cute couture, she could definitely make it work. Screw Christmas, it was time for Thanksgiving, time to thank gawd (again) for gifting her with the most ah-mazing people.
"Thanks, Dempsey." She said, quietly, remembering how she'd only recently gotten over her crush for him. She quickly swiped some Mango Smoothie Glossip Girl on and inhaled the fresh scent of her newest flavor.
"Anytime, Mass," They hugged awkwardly and the three boys headed back to their mass, she watched their retreating figures, trying to memorize their backs. Josh's spiky brown hair and his sagging pants, Dempsey's perfect posture and his light brown hair and chiseled arms, Griffin's tanned skin and black mop. Then Massie watched as Derrick walked forward, messing up his hair.
"Block."
"Harrington." They both stared at each other for a second, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot. Derrick, ruffled his hair again, brown and amber met and they both nodded at each other in a silent truce.
Derrick, turned a little before turning back, "Oh wait! I have something," he mumbled, his hand shot into his back pocket and his tongue stuck out the side of his mouth. "Its definitely in here..." Massie's eyes wandered, not really sure where to look. "Aha!" He pulled a fist from his pant pocket and then held his hand out, his fingers uncurling. She half expected the stone from Harry Potter or the ring from Lord of the Rings awaiting an amber eye roll.
There, sparkling in the florescent lights was a very familiar pin, dancing with purple rhinestones. There was only one difference about it from when Massie had last seen the familiar little thing that she'd so happily pin to her blazers, it was a D rather than an M. Then he held out a card with a ton of signatures grazing the inside in glittery, royal purple ink.
"Its from the Briarwood guys." He shrugged and Massie reached for the pin. "That though, is from me. You know since I have the M and all," he mumbled the last part, scuffing his Nike on the floor and turning a slight shade of red.
"Where'd you get this? A theme park?" She asked, smiling a little. Derrick picked up on her joke and rolled his caramel eyes.
"Ha-ha." They stood in silence again, neither sure of what to say next.
"Are you Jenna Hamilton?" Massie, asked crossing her arms, Derrick raised an eyebrow at her, his mouth falling open a little.
"Huh? No, who the f-"
"Then why are you being so awkward?" Derrick cracked up and then grabbed Massie in for a hug.
"I'm going to miss you Block," he mumbled, Massie smiled at him when he let go.
"You too Harrington, and as a word of advice, get more mature, maybe then you'll have some longer lasting relationships." Derrick placed a hand on his heart and faked a hurt expression. Massie chose this moment to freeze in her brain, his messy blonde hair, his puppy-dog like caramel eyes, his tanned skin from all that soccer and his caloused hands from goalie practice and his moist pink lips.
"Why Miss Block," he said in his horrible impersonation of a British person, "that hurt!" Massie pushed him and he grinned at her, his hair falling in his eyes. Massie giggled and he winked at her, walking back toward his friends. "Don't let anyone call you Block, Block!" He called over his shoulder.
Massie took a deep, shaking breath when she saw who was next. Alicia, Dylan, Kristen and Claire walked forward, making eye contact with only the floor. "Four years ago, on December 31st I met the four most ah-mazing girls ever." Alicia sniffled, a couple tears smacking the floor with light plops, Kristen took a phlegm filled deep breath, Dylan wiped furiously at her eyes and Claire licked her salty tear covered lips. "Even though I didn't know it then," Massie looked to Claire, "I know it now and a friendship like that will always last. No matter how many, breakups, fights, shopping trips gone wrong, ruined haircuts, bug pranks, scheming, crush stealing and miles apart, we'll always be best friends."
They nodded, multiple black tears dripping from their faces, their cheeks burning with natural, blotchy red. Massie's own tears followed the trail, five little puddles making their home on the floor before them.
"Always," they murmured. They all stepped forward and hugged, the smells of Angel, Viva La Juicy, Vanilla Bean from Bath and Body Works, Princess and Chanel No. 19 mingling together in a pleasant, strong smell that smelt like home. They didn't need to give her a gift to be remembered, they'd given her everything already, a family of sisters. (Well of course Alicia had bought her a bottle of Angel for when she "missed" her as well as another charm bracelet that only had a single Best Friend charm on it, the other rungs were for Massie to fill up during her English adventure. Dylan had given her a ton of curl enhancer, homemade brownies, and mint green OPI plus a promise to stop by when she came around for the Marvilous Marvils tour. Kristen had given her all her Sudoku books and word puzzle games and a filled out a relocation paper to send to Glossip Girl and a newly made Skype account. Claire had given Massie stacks upon stacks of pictures she'd taken and her own pair of Claire painted Keds.)
"Promise me one thing," Massie said, her thin arms holding on tightly to her closest friends. Their silence cued her to continue, "never stop being Alicia, Dylan, Kristen and Kuh-lair and never, ever stop being friends." They nodded, taking in their Alpha's last wish.
"Massie darling!" Kendra called from the first class line - the plane had started boarding. Massie let go and wiped at her eyes. Suddenly she was engulfed in the same home like smell but so much stronger because the smells of various axes, colognes and Harajuku perfume were added to it. She was squeezed in the middle and when she finally grudgingly let go, she captured the moment in her eyes, another visual snapshot. The cocky smirks, lopsided grins, beams, and sad, tearful smiles.
They all looked at her as if they themselves were trying to preserve her in their minds, she stood there, letting them. Their eyes all met hers, looking at that amber for what seemed like the very last time.
"Au revoir!" She blew kisses and strutted off, wanting so badly to look back, but never actually doing so.
And so the Wicked Bitch of Westchester, finally fled.
hm, not sure what i think of that. mind you, it was written at like 4 in the morning and then just edited for mistakes later. i don't want you guys to think this is a massington though, i just stressed the part with her and derrick because i mean he was her boyfriend and they didn't end in good terms. you never know though (;
xx, alyssa!
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