This was supposed to be a oneshot, but this was extremely long, so I will just break it up.
Dylan Marvil sat across from Massie Block and scrutinized every little aspect of the teenaged girl. Her hair was chest length, and a dark shiny brown. But she wore too much eyeliner and her toner made her look like a orange Skittle. Her outfit was designer, but the bright yellow cardigan and matching floral tank was way to bright for a fall afternoon. And her voice was too girly and annoying, like a 6th grader.
And her hand was intertwined with her best friend Derrick. Her ex-boyfriend Derrick.
"Derrick, I am so happy that I finally get to met the infamous Dylan." she said for the millionth time, just in a different way. "We should hangout together though. Have girl time! I've known most the girls at Westchester Crossing for way to long. I want to met someone fun, new."
"Well if you want fun Dylan is the girl." Derrick sighed a he sipped his soda.
Dylan gave a faux smile that only Derrick would probably catch and nodded. "I'm sure we can have lots of fun," the redhead then sighed sadly, "But I am so busy with planning the League's Fall Ball, I will be wrapped up in planning for the next foreseeable future."
"Oh I love the ball. My friend Layne's mother scores us tickets all the time." Massie looked at Dylan with her big amber eyes. "I would love to help out. Layne graduated last year so I doubt, I'd score tickets. I would love to work my way in."
Dylan's finger twitched on the dinner table, and was about to give another excuse, but Derrick was faster.
"Don't worry Mass, I'll invite you."
"No! I plan the mixers at Westchester all the time. Let me do this!"
The friends , the exes, stared at each other and Dylan spoke. "I'm not all that fun during Fall Ball planning."
"It will be awesome though."
"Dylan can be pretty hands on and aggressive, babe." Derrick caressed her hand. Dylan glared at it.
"No I'll do it!" Massie was being persistent. This girl didn't even realize that the pair was trying to persuaded her out of being around Dylan. Dylan didn't know what was driving Derrick, but the girl knew she wanted to keep the girl as far from her as possible, so when she destroyed her, it would be a little less hard.
But with that thought in her mind the girl switched dramatically. The closer she was to Massie, the easier it would be to get her out of Derrick's life. So the redhead shrugged her shoulders, and said, "Fine. Meet me at Tier Bakery on Saturday at four. We have desserts to pick."
Derrick narrowed his at Dylan and she just grinned. A real genuine smile.
She was going to get back what was rightfully hers.
Before they were exes who were friends, Dylan and Derrick had just been best friends. They were super cool, and hung out with each other on Saturday nights, and Derrick would sympathize with her boy problems. But at some point the blonde hair boy began to develop feelings for the crazy Dylan. Then Dylan started to find herself taken in by Derrick's good looks, and creativity. It was incredible, so they dated.
For a year, they were the same boy and girl who had been friends for so long, but with perks of romance. Kisses, and handholding were perfect. But Dylan was one of those girls. The jealous kind, the reckless kind. And after one "I am sorry" too many, Derrick decided to part ways with the girl.
And at the time it seemed great. Dylan was able to enjoy the long list of boys who thought she was gorgeous. Derrick was somewhat heartbroken, and distanced himself for the toxic girl.
For several months the pair lived separate lives, and had only recently reconnected.
"I miss you Dyl."
"Me too, D, me too." Dylan sighed on the phone. She knew that she regretted the mistakes that made her lose her best friend, and would take it all back. She needed Derrick. He balanced her overly insane life. She hoped that the space they'd experienced would allow him to realize that he needed her too, and they'd soon, rather than later reunite.
But she was so wrong. She was invite to dinner, where she was face to face with a new girl, who Derrick introduced as his "girlfriend." She wanted to hate her. She wanted the girl to be obviously jealous of her, and be rude, clingy to Derrick. But she was full of rainbows and lollipops. And all she wanted to do was hang out with Dylan. And she would.
Leading up to the Saturday meeting, Derrick warned Dylan to, "Not scare her." and to be "Tame."
Dylan rolled her eyes as she closed her locker. "Jeez, Derrick. You have been hanging out with me for years. Nothing has happened."
"Not yet."
Dylan giggled as she jingled her car keys. "Don't worry Derrick. I am sure me and Massie will be great friends."
"That's what I am afraid of."
When the afternoon came, Dylan glanced at her rose-gold Michael Kors watch, as she excited her parked Volkswagen. She looked around waiting for the brunette to appear. She pulled out her Blackberry device, and called Derrick. When she got the voicemail, she started to tell Derrick off for probably scaring the girl away, leaving out how he threw a wrench in her plans. But then she saw Massie, wearing a messy bun and pink hoodie getting out of a bright yellow Toyota.
"Hey Dylan!" Massie waved erratically at her as she walked up to Dylan. "I didn't eat at all today. So ready to eat all these yummy desserts!"
"Yeah, my mom wants me to pick a chocolate dessert and a vanilla dessert, and a Lactose tolerant dessert."
"Wow, all the bases covered."
"You don't want any unhappy guests. Or dying guest." Dylan started to chuckle and Massie joined in. Dylan faked her smile again, as she opened the door to Tier Bakery. Different sniffs of vanilla and cinnamon sneaked up her nose, and she sighed. "Tiffany!" she squealed as spotted her favorite baker.
"Dylan!" she smiled, and motioned for her to come with her. "Whose your friend?"
"Oh, this is Massie Block." she told Tiffany, motioning to the girl.
"Hi!"
"So are you ready to show us our desserts?"
"Yep, come on."
The group made their way to the kitchen, where half of a yellow cake with floral decal and a chocolate on chocolate cake with a silky glaze, and one without.
"I have no clue which one to try first!" Dylan exclaimed, as her mouth watered, and imagined the taste of each one. "What cake do you want Massie?"
The girl looked taken back that her opinion was asked. "I love a good yellow cake."
"Oh, that's Derrick's favorite."
"Really?"
"Of course Massie!"
The two tasted the cakes, and chit-chatted. She learned that Massie chose Westchester Crossing, over Briarwood because of their great science focus program. How she volunteered and did all the humanitarian thing that Dylan's mom was always encouraging her to do. It was nice to hear the girl divulge her personal achievements to her. It made it a lot easier to find out about her without being too eager.
"I am so happy to get to hang out with you Dylan," Massie told her as they sipped lattes at the neighboring Starbucks. "Derrick was always telling me about you, and I just wanted to meet someone who likes him as much as I do. Without worry about her stealing him from me."
"Oh, well I don't like Derrick. I love him." Dylan told Massie, whose eyes widened. Not in surprise but in admiration. "I mean we've been through a lot, and I couldn't imagine living without him. He's awesome."
"But didn't you just start talking again?"
Dylan's finger that was wrapped around her drink twitched, "Yes. But we have always been super close. Even while we apart. I think you had a role in reuniting us."
"How!"
"Derrick has always been bad at revealing their feelings. And he over thinks. You being around probably was a confidence booster to apologize to me."
"For what?"
"I was a mess with Derrick. I screwed him over all the time. But he wasn't perfect. He said things to me that were rough, to say the least." Dylan put on her best sad face, but then shook her head. "But don't think he's cruel. I deserved it. Which I told him."
"Wow, I like him so much." Massie seemed to drift mentally. "I am so happy, that I make him happy. And I love that it makes you happy!" Dylan contained her urge to roll her eyes. "But who do yo u have to make you happy?"
Dylan knew who made her happy. Derrick. And Massie was the only person holding her back from being with him. She had thought that her mention of loving Derrick would be enough to deter the girl, but Massie was freaking Miss Sunshine, and it was making this extremely difficult.
"No one. I am just working on being solo, you know?"
"But what about the Ball? You need a date to your own event."
"I can find someone it's-"
"Obviously you need someone that's not from Briarwood, just like I have someone from somewhere else. Change of view. I can hook you up with my friends?"
"No it's okay, I can find someone at Briarwood."
"That's awesome. So next week? We can do lunch together?" Massie nodded her head.
"Sure?"
"And one more thing, it's going to seem silly, but," Massie pushed hair behind her head. "I need a dress for the Ball, something, Derrick will love. I just want to impress him. Can you help me?"
"Sure, not a problem."
"You are an angel."
Dylan was not expecting this day to involve her having to spend so much time with Massie. But her need for a date, and having to bring him around Derrick, gave her ample opportunity to serve Derrick some of his own medicine.