Title: A Clique Reunion
Summary: Massie left for England and leaving her clique to fall apart. 10 years later it's time for Massie to face the music and bring the girls back together.
Rating: T for mentions of teen pregnancy (that is if 19 counts…)
Authors note: I have not read a Clique book in a long time (dunno why I'm here exactly) but after reading a few stories on Figment I thought I'd write my own. Ignore my last story since it's not exactly in my own timeline. As I like some of the canon ships only two will remain the same since the last Clique book Dylington (!) and Clam. I don't own!
Harrington Household
Master Bedroom
Monday, August 18, 2014
7:54 A.M.
"It's too early to get up," whined Dylan Marvil-Harrington. The 23 year old looked up lazily from her fluffy pillow and into bright brown eyes. Next to her wasn't her husband, but rather her 4 year old daughter Cassidy Peyton Harrington. The girl with dark scarlet curls giggled innocently.
Dylan's eyes traveled to the man behind the small girl. Derrick Harrington was happily making the bed shake for his young daughter. Rolling her eyes, Dylan leaned in to her daughter and whispered in the girl's ear.
Cassidy's eyes lit up and the girl bounced on her father. Laughing Dylan buried her face back into said pillow. She was lucky the king size bed was big enough for the four of them. Dylan, Derrick, Cassidy, and the unborn, unnamed child in her swelling abdomen.
"It's the first day of preschool!" squealed Cassidy. The young girl started to pull back the navy comforter from her rested parents. Derrick lay there in nothing but his "Perry the platypus" boxers, a Christmas gift from the then 3 year old the year before. Next to him was Dylan in her favorite sea foam pregnancy pajamas.
Derrick didn't have to say anything before pulling his daughter back into the bed. Dylan smiled before she remember what today really was. It was the first day of preschool for young Cassidy! Dylan looked at her daughter, finally noticing that the young girl was already dressed.
Sighing Dylan rolled her eyes at her daughter's choice in clothes. She was dressed in a dark green leotard, bright pink tutu, purple leggings, and plastic heels. There was no way Dylan was going to let her daughter leave the house looking like that. Even Derrick's idea of a jeans and t-shirt was better then what the girl was wearing.
"You're not wearing that," said Dylan in mock horror.
"Yes I am!" declared Cassidy dramatically. So much like her father, Dylan swore. Or maybe Cassidy took after her the most. Derrick had rolled out of the bed to pull on a white t-shirt and pattering into the kitchen.
Cassidy had taken the time to follow her father, leaving Dylan alone in the large bed with her stomach about to pop. It took a moment for Dylan to realize what exactly Derrick was going to do.
If Derrick thought he was going to make breakfast, he was sorely mistaken. Dylan would rather have Derrick dress their daughter before letting him touch her precious pots and pans. Moving as fast as she could she quickly through on a long sleeve slimming (at least for a pregnant woman) bright blue shirt. Then her favorite black cords that tied in the front.
It was funny, ever since she was born Dylan thought clothes and boys were the most important things in her life. Wearing name brand clothes was the only way she could leave the house every morning. Ever since that stunt she had pulled to get out of Marvelous Marvils, clothes suddenly weren't important. At the ripe age of 19 Dylan Marvil found herself pregnant. Now the most important thing in her life was her 4 year old daughter.
"Dylan!" cried Derrick from down the hallway. She giggled before slipping on her house slippers to walk out of the room and find Cassidy clinging on her father's leg. Cassidy was chanting "only mommy makes breakfast."
"Why don't you get her in normal clothes and I'll make breakfast," declared Dylan carefully stepping over the small girls sprawling figure.
"NO! Dylan help the monster she's eating me!" cried out Derrick and Cassidy laughed before Derrick scoped her up in his arms. Derrick opened the door to a room just on his right that led into Cassidy's bedroom.
Dylan's heart swelled with pride as she decorated the room herself. Derrick had painted the room a light turquoise color because she couldn't do it herself. Doctor Kilbourne's orders, paint fumes aren't good for the baby. A toy boxed lay directly under the window with her name carved into it.
Peeking inside Dylan could make out Derrick pulling out all kinds of ridiculous outfits. Rolling her eyes Dylan kept walking down the steps until she was in her kitchen. Her two favorite rooms (besides her own room) was Cassidy's and the kitchen. Most of the money she had made from Marvelous Marvils had went to having state of the art kitchen supplies. The rest of the money had went to paying for stuff in Cassidy's room.
Getting straight to work Dylan pulled out everything she needed to make omelets. Not just any kind either, her famous western omelets that had won over Derricks dad. Mentally Dylan checked off her list of things she had to do. The vegetables had been clean off the night before….
"Breakfast," she called and she could hear feet bounding down the steps. Derrick was dressed in pressed dark blue jeans and a white polo shirt. His hair neatly combed and holding hands with Cassidy.
Cassidy was already dressed in a pair of cut off shorts with a brown and white tank. Over the tank there was a brown blouse. On her feet were white knee high soccer socks and brown ugg boots. Her head was cleverly decorated with a cream knitted hat with a flower on it.
"Yea! Mommy made omelets!" cried out Cassidy pulling out the chair and Derrick swinging her into the seat.
Smiling she titled her head to study both of them. Cassidy had her own dark scarlet curls but Derrick's dark brown eyes. Cassidy had features of both parents and took more after her dad in the personality department. The doorbell had rung and Derrick had went to open the door.
"Massie?"