It wasn't everyday you returned home for the summer after your first brutal year in college. Especially if you belonged to the very prestigious, elite group of families lining Westchester, New York's mansion filled streets. If you attended charity galas or whatever excuse they had come up with to hold a exclusive ball weekly, were trained by the age of fourteen to gracefully snag a champagne flute from a passing tray, and could tell a lie looking a person straight in the eye, you were a member of the wealthy. You had successful, famous peoples pictures lining your private school's walls. If you got an A on a test you probably got a diamond necklace or a rolex as a congratulations gift. It wasn't a surprise if you entered your grand house to the sound of silence and only the sight of a housekeeper or butler. You had ridden in a limo more times than the subway.
And for some odd, unknown reason ten people who fell exactly into those roles decided to come home for the summer, and not jet off to some island or European country. They would see old friends they had long since lost contact with, and still hated enemies. They would fall into the same old pattern, pasting on those skilled fake smiles again towards the same old people. Were any of them ready for that dreaded fact to come true? God, no. Even the two alphas that had once reigned the halls of BOCD had to admit to themselves at one point that they weren't. None of them were.
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Kristen Gregory missed New Haven. She longed for the beautiful campus she had grew to call home over the past year. As she sat perched on the window seat in her bedroom, she looked at the familiar streets surrounding her. It had been months she was here. She had only come home for about a week during Christmas, and soon jetted back to campus. She loved New Haven and she loved Yale. It was exactly what she needed. She needed to get away from all the drama that had consumed her life. It was like almost starting fresh. She had of course done well with all her classes and had an amazing time in university. But now it was summer. It was time to finally forget about school. And she wondered why she had agreed to come home for the break. It was probably the way her mother's pleading voice had begged her to come visit them. But she was happy, kind of. It was nice to see her parents. Now she just had to face everyone else. Kristen sighed and leaned her head against the glass window. It had been a while since she had spoken to the girls. They all had somehow lost contact with each other a few months into the year. Massie, Alicia and Dylan were all caught up in their own courses and lives. Kristen eyed the photo frames that still lined her dresser. She surveyed the photos of her and her old friends. She had missed them, despite everything.
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Kemp Hurley slouched down in the leather seat that occupied his family's limo. What the hell had he been thinking when he agreed to come home for the summer? He could have been lying on a beach on some island or getting drunk in Europe. But here he was, driving home from JFK. He peered out the tinted window and despite himself, grinned at the sight of New York. This was his home. His home territory. In a way he sorta of missed Westchester. For some odd reason he was excited to see them all. His mother had mentioned that his friends would be coming home too. But at the moment he wasn't really sure who his friends were. He lost contact with most of them and was anxious to see all the familiar faces. He wondered if any of them had changed. He sure as hell didn't. Some might say he had "matured", but really Kemp knew he was still an ass. He smirked and slouched even more. This should be a interesting summer.
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Dylan Marvil sighed as she dragged her last LV suitcase into her bedroom. She pulled her fiery red hair into a loose bun at the top of her head, and surveyed her room. Leaving her luggage by the door, she walked over to her bed. Crouching down to floor level, she stuck an arm under the bed and found what she was looking for. She pulled out the cream coloured box. Before she left for university, she told herself she wouldn't open this box again. But screw that promise. She remained sitting cross-legged on the floor and opened the box. She felt a faint smile form on her face as she leafed through the photos and memories. She looked at them one by one, and rested them beside her. The photos were of her and her friends. Most of her and the girls, some with the guys, and some as a group. She snorted in amusement as she stared at the photo of the once happy couples. Derrick had Massie in his lap, both of them wearing huge smiles. Kemp had his arms around Kristen's waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. He was smirking as usual, while Kristen wore a smile. Alicia and Josh were holding hands and grinning at each other. Claire had her hand wrapped around Cam's bicep, and her head rested on his shoulder. And finally there was Chris with his arm around Dylan's shoulder, both smiling. That was when they were all happy, and semi drama free. It didn't last long. Dylan continued to stare at the photo. She missed it. She missed them. She made a promise to herself that no matter what, she would get the ten most stubborn people she knew, and get them all in the same room by the end of the summer. Dylan Marvil of all people wanted her friends to reunite. And she was going to succeed no matter what sh*t she was going to have to pull.
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Chris Plovert tried to swallow his nerves as he looked out of the airport's tall windows. He watched as planes jetted down the runway, flying off. He desperately wanted to catch one and go anywhere but his home. He looked down at the iPhone gripped in his hand. He sighed as he received yet another text from his very recent ex. He had broken up with Mindy about four days ago, and she seemed to refuse the face that Chris dumped her. She thought they were "sole mates". Chris scoffed at the thought and placed his phone in the pocket of his jeans. He wasn't in the mood to deal with his ex. He decided to focus on what the hell he was going to do when he got to Westchester. He hadn't seen any of his friends in months. He lost contact with them too. He didn't know whether to be excited or nervous about seeing all of them. He was kind of looking forward to seeing his parents and his younger sisters. But the thought of seeing his of friends frightened him. Were they even his friends anymore? He shook his and dragged his luggage cart with him outside. He found his driver patiently waiting for him outside. Chris helped put his luggage in the trunk and slumped into the back seat. Pulling his phone back out, he scrolled through his photos. Pictures of the old gang stared back at him. Sighing he looked out the window. He so wasn't ready to see them.
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Claire Lyons put on a smile as she stepped out of the limo. She adjusted her aviators and smiled more as photographers took her photo. She was used to the attention by now. As she walked from the limo and into the tall building, her mind shifted to the events that occurred about a year and a half ago. She remembered when she had cried into her pillow, used tissues surrounding her. She had made a stupid mistake, and for that she had gotten kicked out of the PC. She was naive and stupid a year and half ago, Claire realized. As she stepped into the elevator that took her to the twentieth floor, she thought back to the moment that turned everything. She had gotten a call from a casting director, asking if she would like to star in a new movie. She had immediately said yes, and surprisingly her parents had agreed and that's when she started her acting career again. She had only returned to Westchester two times since; for Christmas and graduation. She was set to star in another movie that would start filming in September, but would prep for the movie during the summer in New York. She grinned as she thought of all the rumours circulating around her at the moment. Apparently Claire was dating her gorgeous co-star in her upcoming movie, Devon Riley. She had only met Devon about five times, so it was hilarious that people were thinking they were dating already. But who was she to put a stop to them? After all, as long as the attention was on her she was pleased.
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Cam Fisher removed his Ray Bans from his face and squinted his eyes as he looked up at the perfect blue sky. He listened to the gravel crunch beneath his feet as he strode to his front door. Stopping in front of the steps he glanced around him. It was all too familiar, but at the same time unfamiliar. He shook out his black hair and closed his eyes. He was finally home. But what did he have left here? His family? He didn't even know if he had friends here anymore. He hadn't spoken to the guys in a while, and forget about the girls. His thoughts turned to Claire. Her face was on almost every magazine, so it was hard to avoid her. Did Cam miss her? Hardly. She had cheated on him after all. In a way it was for the best. They weren't meant for each other after all. Cam was over her. And she was most likely over him. There were loads of other girls out there. Cam smirked as he recalled his many, many hookups and girlfriends over the past year. There were plenty of other fish in the sea.
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Alicia Rivera stared at her iPhone screen. Nothing. No emails, no texts, no calls. She scoffed and threw her phone on her bed and started pacing the floor. He said he would call her. But isn't what they all said? Here she was, Alicia Rivera waiting on a boy. When had she become that pathetic, needy girl that waited for the guy to call? She sighed in frustration as she thought of him and all the stupid, shitty promises he had made. She didn't need him, and she sure as hell didn't need his crappy apologies. Sitting on her bed, she thought. University had been pretty good, despite him. She had gotten into her dream school and was taking the journalism course she had had her heart set on since grade seven. She had the talent and charisma needed for a journalist. She had a bright future. She didn't need him. Then another thought settled into her brain. What the hell was she going to do this summer? Her mom mentioned that her friends were coming home too. But she hadn't spoken to any of them in months. How could she face Massie, Dylan or Kristen? Or the guys? She groaned and flopped down on her bed. She had no inspirational speech to give herself this time.
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Josh Hotz was scared shitless. His mom had just told him that all his friends would be home for the summer. After she finished squealing and jumping and hugging him of course. She thought that it was amazing news. But she didn't know that Josh had long since lost contact with everyone. What could he say? Everyone was busy in their own college lives just like he was. And somehow they all lost contact. He knew he shouldn't have agreed to come home for summer. But his mother had begged, and Josh was a mommy's boy and couldn't help but give in. He thought it'd be a okay summer. He could hang out with his family, who he hadn't seen in a long time, and actually relax. But apparently nothing was going his way, since he was just presented a fact that made him freak out. Dealing with his family for a summer he could handle. Seeing his old friends that he seen in a year he couldn't handle.
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Derrick Harrington couldn't help but grin as he sped down the familiar roads. Derrick was actually happy to be home. Sure he loved college, but he missed his Westchester life. He missed the extravagantness of his life here. As he drove around the town he knew like that back of his hand he was hit by the memory of her. Everything seemed to remind him of her these days. Was he ready to face everyone? He was looking forward to seeing his parents and his mom told him his sister would be home for a while too. But was he looking forward to seeing the old group? He had basically lost contact with everyone, including Cam. He sighed and raised the volume of his iPod which was hooked up to his car's speakers. It was all too much to process. Derrick snorted in amusement and bitterness at the song that had started playing. He thought this song described his relationship with Massie long ago, and he couldn't help but think how well it also suited this situation. Here he was, back in his home town, surrounded by memories of her. He listened close to the lyrics and was hit by the realization that both he and Massie had told each other the lines that were sung in the song. He shook his head and drove even faster. He tried to ignore the nagging thoughts in his mind that reminded him he should be scared. He was home and that's what mattered.
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Massie Block fluttered her eyes for a moment before regaining focus. She scowled as she looked around at the other people sitting in the airplane. It was first class for gawd's sake. Did any of these people have the least bit of fashion sense? Sighing, she turned to look out the window. She couldn't help but let her Mac coated lips turn up into a smile as she faintly saw New York play out in the clouds. Her New York. Her territory. She had missed it. But for some godforsaken reason, she was staying here for the summer. She could be in Paris right now, or some other European country. But Massie was kind of happy to be back. It was after all her world. She was born and raised in Westchester, so in a way it would be nice to have that normality back in her life. She leaned back in her Virgin Airlines seat and thought about all the things she could do this summer. Her French painted nails inched towards her white iPhone beside her. She could always text the girls. But she hadn't spoken to any of them in a while. She pulled her hand back. She had missed her best friends. All she was wondering was if they had missed her.
A/N
I got the idea for writing this fan fiction a little while ago and finally decided to write it. I've seen quite a few stories that take place later on when all of them have jobs, and I thought of doing one where they are all still in college and coming home for the summer. In the next chapter I'll explain in more detail what exactly happened to everyone before they graduation. So I apologize if you are a bit confused about everything, but I wanted to make it a bit vague. One thing I'll expand on is that Kristen is wealthy again, in case you were confused about that. Please tell me what you think and tell me if you think I should continue with this! Oh and please tell me your opinions and what you would like to see happen! Thanks for reading.
~Caitlin.