Disclaimer: The characters and settings are completely disclaimed.
AN: Yay a one-shot! I'm torturing you. (Thank you DC, and can you review me to say if it's still rushed?)
The couple walked proudly through the Block estate, holding hands. He was in a black designer suit and a gold Rolex watch. She had her blonde hair put in an extravagant bun, with diamonds laced in it. Her dress was knee-length and gold, and she looked like she had just come back from getting an Oscar.
"You look so fabulous!" the hostess smiled, hugging her gold-clad friend. "I ah-dore the diamonds in the hair thing. So cute!"
"Thanks Mass," she replied, flashing a Chiclets smile. "And I love the plum! Versace?"
"It's wine-colored, and it's Louis Vuitton," Massie Block replied calmly enough, before her tone changed. "So, are you going to be okay?" Her amber eyes flashed nervously, and she was just as protective as the girl knew her to be.
Massie's friend twisted her bracelet nervously. "Yeah, I think I can handle seeing them." She gripped the boy's hand tighter. "Let's go inside."
"Look who stopped by!" Massie called. She escorted the couple into the large, modern living room.
All of the guests were seated on the couches surrounding a glass and ebony coffee table in the center. The girls were on one side, catching up on gossip and laughing. The boys were opposite them, talking about sports and whatever it is boys talk about. But she didn't have eyes for the. The blonde scanned the room. There was no sign of the people she was looking for.
"I love the shoes!" Alicia Rivera called. She wiggled her fingers in an attempt at a wave, and seemed to expect a compliment.
"Nice suit, dude," Derrick Harrington smirked. Massie elbowed him, causing him to spill the sparkling cider he was holding all over himself.
"It looks like he wet himself!" Josh Hotz suddenly blurt out. Alicia leaned over the coffee table and smacked his arm. That sent the room into much needed hysterics. The tension was easing slightly, until someone interrupted.
"What's so funny?"
The guests turned to face the speaker. The girl in gold gripped her date's hand tighter and locked eyes with the other man in the blue. Sky blue eyes stared nervously into Green-and-blue ones.
"Claire, Conner." the boy in blue nodded politely.
"Cam, Nikki." Claire focused on the hem of her dress.
"I love the dress!" the girl holding Cam's arm smiled. Claire nodded and mumbled something about how Cam and Nikki were both wearing navy. The room filled with discomfort and Josh coughed loudly.
The four took their seats on some extra sitting chairs, and pretended to be a part of the conversation, each one secretly hoping no drama would start.
Claire kept her eyes on her shoes, and laughed dryly whenever someone made a joke. Conner seemed to be having a great time. If only she could. It was kind of funny, the other girls could make it look like they weren't interested at all, but it was the actress out of the group who couldn't even act like she was over a boy. Claire clenched her fists, and reminded herself not to look.
She found herself looking however, and realized that there was one green eye, and one blue eye looking back at her.