Hey guys! I know it's been a whileee since I've written or updated anything! This is just a little idea that popped into my head and I thought it was perfect for summer! Just a little cute TWO-shot! (I didn't want to make it a really really longgg one-shot! ) :]

It was already almost 2 AM and while the rest of the neighborhood was nicely sound asleep, one house in particular was the complete opposite. Because if one were to stroll by 243 Madison Rd, they would come across a somewhat of a tiny road block. Cars of all sizes and colors lined both sides of the road that were within a twenty feet perimeter of the house. The cause of this? Well, a party of course-on the weekend right after school ended.

Five hours of straight partying and swimming at Massie's. Girls clad in the season's hottest bikinis either lounged on the chairs or layed flat on their stomachs soaking in the rays. They gossiped and shared all their upcoming plans for summer as they asked and persuaded the guys to rub suntan oil on their backs. A week in the Bahamas and then a week in Paris...the list went on and on. Summer was practically an excuse to travel. And when the girls weren't talking, they were watching the guys play frisbee and football in the Block's massive backyard. Every single girls' sunglasses propped up onto their heads as they admired the shirtless boys sweating and glistening in the sun.

Besides playing frisbee and football, the guys ate ninety-nine percent of the food and occasionally went inside to play some Xbox. Some were even bold enough to try to throw some girls into the pool, but no one was successful. What usually ended up happening was that upon being picked up, the girl would immediately start hitting the guy's chest as she screamed her little lungs off. Annoyed and tired of the shrill voice shredding his eardrums, the guy would reluctantly put her back down-or in some cases, plop her straight down onto the ground.

But all good things-including crazy-ass parties must come to an end. Everyone was either still super energetic or super tired. It was more the latter. Soon, the front door lights flickered on and a swarm of seventeen year-olds started filing out one after another. The sound of feet shuffling quickly across the pavement could barely be heard as everyone tried to get to their car as fast as possible. Engines started and headlights turned on as the cars headed out. After the last car had disappeared from sight, Massie shut the door firmly and turned off the lights. She walked back out into her backyard and sighed, surveying the mess that lay in front of her.

She was extremely glad her parents were not home this weekend. They were away on business trips. Seperate ones, of course. Her dad was in Vancouver while her mom was in Florida. If they saw the state the backyard was in right now, they'd ground Massie for at least four months. No joke. Massie was just glad nothing had been damaged or broken. She winced, wondering where to get started.

Empty soda cans and plastic cups littered every inch of the ground. And they'd even somehow managed to get into the pool. Empty bags and plates were all that were left on the snack table. Raccoons and other little furry animals are probably going to ransack the garbage cans later, Massie shuddered as she gingerly picked up the first soda can from a chair. She loaded about five or six cans in her arms before dumping them into a giant black trash bag. She dragged the trash bag around and it slowly filled up, leading Massie to open another bag. After about a good ten minutes, what was left was just to pick up the floating soda cans from the pool. Massie stood at the edge of the pool, wondering what the most efficient way would be to pick up the cans. She sighed as she realized there was no way she could reach all the cans by just lying down and reaching. Where was that net pole thing when she needed it? She needed to actually get in the pool to clean up. Her friends had offered to stay behind and clean up with her but she'd declined. But now, she regretted that decision.

Massie slipped off her baby blue tank top and gray shorts and slowly waded into the pool. She shivered involuntarily at the freezing temperature of the water and for a moment, Massie was unable to move, dreading the thought of having to swim and freeze just to pick up a bunch of soda cans. Ok, it's not that hard. Just get in and get out, Massie thought to herself as she moved further into the pool. This is completely disgusting. I'm basically swimming in soda right now. Massie Block did not touch other people's saliva, much less swim in it.

"People need to learn how to throw their own trash away." Massie muttered as she grabbed each can and flung it over the edge. "It's not that hard."

She made her way slowly around the pool and as she kicked her legs to push off from one edge, she accidentally stubbed her toe. She swore and held onto the edge as she waited for the pain to subside.

After a couple of minutes, Massie finally reached the steps of the pool and quickly clambered out. The sudden absence of water was replaced by the frigid air biting her. She squealed and ran like crazy for her clothes, which were lying on the chair. She realized she hadn't brought out a towel to dry herself off with and she did not want to go into the house dripping wet. So Massie had no choice but to quickly wring her hair as dry as possible and threw her clothes back on. But a skimpy tank top and shorts did nothing to protect Massie from the cold. She didn't realize just how cold it really was at 2 AM in the morning. Guess it was all the dancing and energy that was making her warm earlier.

Wanting to back inside as soon as possible, Massie grabbed the trash bag and tossed in the remaining cans. Not wanting to run and trip in the dark, Massie speed walked down the pathway that led to the garbage cans and recycling bins. With one giant heave, Massie threw the big bag of trash into the garbage can. She hurried back to retrieve the second and last trash bag when she heard some rustling around outside her fence.

She froze and wildly looked around as if expecting some crazy kidnapper or murderer to appear. She waited for a couple of moments but didn't hear anything else. Figuring it was just a couple of raccoons trying to get into her backyard, Massie proceeded with the trash bag. They'd probably smelled the crumbs and leftovers. But then she heard another sound coming from the same place. Okay, now she was definitely scared shitless. Her hands tightened on the knot at the top of the bag and she used both her arms to lift up the bag in a swinging position- like a batter getting ready to swing. Whatever or whoever it was, she was going to whack the hell outta them.

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped as she saw a figure emerge from the top of her fence but she couldn't see any details. The figure was just like a shadow. Massie braced herself for what was coming and slowly started inching back, hoping the figure would drop down and go away. But no, in fact, the very opposite started to happen. The figure pulled itself up and launched over the fence and dropped down with a grunt as he or she rolled across Massie's mom's rare gardenias.

Massie did all she could from fainting and screamed.

A cliffhanger! Who do you think it is? Let me know in your reviews! I know this may not seem like what the summary said it was about, but trust me, it is!

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P.S. –I know I haven't updated 'The Social Stock Market' in months and that's partly b/c I have absolutely no idea what I want to happen next! I had a couple ideas but then I kinda scratched them out. I would loveee your guys' suggestions and ideas! If you haven't read 'The Social Stock Market' yet, go to my page and check it out! :)

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