Disclaimer: I know we all wish we owned the Clique, but we don't. Which means I don't.

A/N: Hi. Review. Bye.

Have you ever wondered what heaven is like? Assuming you just nodded your head, 'yes', me too. When I was nine, my grandma died, and I asked my dad where she went.

"Well, the angels took her to heaven." He sighed.

A puzzled look appeared on my face. "What's heaven, Daddy?"

He gave the question a good thought. "It's a resting place."

Only being in third grade, I didn't really understand the concept of 'life after death'. "You mean, like, a bed?"

He chuckled. "Yes, a bed made of clouds."

"A cloud bed?"

"Yes." He smiled.

"Well, then, I want to die soon. Because, a cloud bed sounds pretty nice." I giggled.

I wonder if seven years later was soon enough.

So up here in heaven, I've got plenty of time on my hands, so I guess, I'll tell you the details of how I died.

So here goes nothing.

My driver, Isaac, had dropped me off at Saks, around two. I did my thing, shopping, and a latte. By now, it must've been at least five. Being as tired I was, I collapsed on a bench, sipping my cup of coffee.

What do you mean, you want more details? But, I, ugh, fine. But if I die of writ-, oh yeah, I'm already dead.

So here goes nothing... again.

Isaac, pulled the car in front of Saks Fifth Avenue. I opened the door, and climbed out.

Isaac cleared his throat, and I rolled my eyes. "Thanks."

I grabbed my purse, and strutted into the mall. I directed myself towards the first store; True Religion. I bought a pair of jean shorts, and a pair of skinny jeans.

I then sped over to Jimmy Choo, and bought a pair of sunglasses and pumps.

By then, I was about to fall over on the Tempur-Pedic mattresses in the mattress store, so I grabbed a latte at Starbuck's. And guess who happened to be there? Derrick.

"Hey, Block." He smiled.

I blushed. "Hi."

Okay, I know, I'm usually all 'over it', but something comes over me when Derrick's there. It's like we're the only ones alive, and nobody else matters. It''s like time stops, leaving Derrick and I together, forever. I wish I could've stopped time, now that I'm up here.

He raised his cup to his lips, and took a huge gulp. "So what are you doing here?"

"Shopping." I giggled.

"I'm shopping for... my... my... my mom!" His eyes darted around nervously.

I smiled, knowing he was buying me a present. The most wonderful present I could've asked for.

Oh, fine, I'll tell you. He bought me a necklace. It had a 'D' and an 'M', inside a heart. I know what you're thinking. That is the cheesiest thing ever. Well, maybe it was, but I loved it. I'd be wearing it right now, but when I was killed, I wasn't wearing. When I pan in on my bedroom, I see it sitting there, just where I left it.

He sighs, as he tosses his cup in the trash. "I'll see you later."

He turns his head away. I smiled, knowing he was blushing. He couldn't build up the courage to ask me out.

I sighed, as I watched the memory. That was one of the most things I missed about earth, and life. Derrick. Derrick Harrington. Our puppy love.

But now all I can do is watch him. Watch him play video games, and watch him eat dinner with his family. Watch him play sports, and watch him joke with his buddies. I watch him longingly, almost hoping he would die soon, so we could be together. But then I snap out of it, because it wouldn't be fair to him. No matter how much I need him.

I pecked him on the cheek, and walked away, with a small wave. And that was the last I would see him. The last time I would touch him.

So after my last meeting with Derrick, I scurried over into Gucci, and picked up a black bag, that would look really cute with the plaid coat I had bought the day before.

By that time, it was about five, and Issac was about to come pick me up. I walked outside, and collapsed on a bench.

I pulled out my phone, and dialed Isaac's number.

Isaac's voice came through the speaker. "Hello?"

"Isaac. You're late." I spat.

"I apologize, bab-" Isaac replied.

"What, did you just say?!" Massie shrieked.

"Um, nothing." Massie could see his eye twitching.

"Whatevs." I rolled my eyes. I had gotten into a habit of rolling my eyes.

"I am on my way, Mrs. Falucci." Isaac replied, hagning up the phone.

Being as idiotic as I was at the time, I didn't realized her said Mrs. Falucci. Falucci is his last name. Not mine, obviously. And boy, do I wish now, that I would've noticed sooner.