Heyyy!! okay, so im trying out a new story. totally just thought of this a couple of weeks ago. im trying to be good about updating and stuff and already have the first few chapters planned out and stuff. soo yeah. read? review? ideas would be good too. :D
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Massie grudgingly threw her money at the cab driver and stumbled out of the cab. Her silver dress was hanging off her shoulder and had a stain near the bottom. Her feet were bare and the gravel was digging into her soft feet, but she was too far gone to notice. Or care. She stumbled up the steps and started to unlock the door when it swung open.
Surprised, Massie stepped inside and tried to get upstairs but before she could even put a foot onto the first stair a light came on, flooding the foyer in a bright light. Her mom and dad were standing there, both in their bathrobes not looking happy at all. Her dad had an arm around her mother, pulling her to his chest while her arms were crossed across her torso.
"Massie. We need to talk." Her dad said. Massie stared at him for a second, then followed her parents into Mr. Block's office.
"You go out and drink, do drugs, and god knows what else. We have been very lenient because your grades were still okay. Well not anymore. We got your report card today Massie. 3 D's? Not one A! What happened?" Mr. Block exclaimed, throwing his hands down onto the desk. Massie flinched at the alcohol-amplified sound.
"So Massie, we are sending you to Fleet Foot Ranch. It's a rehab center out in Montana. You leave tomorrow. No technology is allowed so if you would give me your cell and iPod, now that would be great."
Her mom stood up and held out her hand expectantly. Massie dug through her small clutch and handed them over in a daze.
What? How could they do this to her? Didn't her parents love her? Why?
Massie's thoughts were swirling around in her foggy head as she walked upstairs. She had to pack; how long would she be staying? Somewhere in the midst of all this, Massie fell asleep, party clothes, high heels, and all.
The next morning when she woke up, there was a glass of water and 2 Tylenol sitting on her bedside table. There was a note next to the water.
Sweetie,
You plane for Montana leaves at 9am.
Pack quick!
Love,
Mom & Dad
Groaning, Massie looked at her iHome. The clock said, 7:02 am. Great. She quickly downed the Tylenol while the shower heated up. After a quick 15 minute shower, Massie emerged wrapped in a fluffy yellow towel. A giant cloud of steam followed her.
She quickly got dressed and pulled out her 2 Louis Vuitton trunks and a Tumi duffle, Throwing anything jean into one trunk, she started on shirts, sweaters, bras, underwear and shorts into another. She also added some casual dresses, just incase. Not sure if it was a real ranch or not, Massie tapped her lip a she surveyed her shoe collection. She finally decided on some heels a pair of cowboy boots the Dylan left over, and her Uggs.
As she tossed the boots in, she fondly remembered the night that Dylan left her boots over here. She had come over to hang out and Massie had convinced her to go to the mall to get some jeans. When they entered the mall, Massie saw a little Western shop. She dragged Dylan in and looked around. Why, they ever even went in the shop, she had no idea. But Massie ended up daring Dylan to buy the boots and she would do whatever dare Dylan wanted. So, Dylan had dared Massie to go into Chanel and try on a ridiculous amount of clothes, only then deciding that she didn't want any of them. This seemed so childish and juvenile when they were in 10 grade. Now, looking back on that night, it was one of the best Massie had had that entire year.
She snapped out of her daze and decided to call Dylan to let her know that she was leaving. She was after all her best friend.
"Hey Dyl, I know that you are probably sleeping, but I wanted to let you know that my parents are making me go to rehab. I know. It sucks. But I just wanted you to hear it from me anddddd. Ummm, well I'm gonna miss you and Cam, and hell, maybe Claire. She was fun to party with. But I'll call you the second I get my phone back. So, I gotta go but yeah. You were the best friend I ever had and I love you forever. Bye."
With that, Massie wiped away a tear that had formed in her eye, not wanting to smudge her eyeliner.
So she continued packing and finally finished at 7:50. At 7:55 Massie was downstairs spooning lemon yogurt into her mouth. Her mom and dad were waiting in the Range Rover with her bags. Massie just had to say goodbye to Bean and then… she would go. Gone. Off to a ranch in Nowhere, Mon-kill-me, U.S.A. With any technology. Or friends. Fuck.
With that last thought she moved slowly(major hangover) to the little pug's bed and picked her up. "Bye Bean. I hope you have fun around here. Chew up all of mom's nice leather shoes. And her pantyhose! And don't forget dad's ties. See you sometime."
She set the dog on the ground and with a final pat, walked out to the Range Rover.
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After a less than emotional goodbye with her parents, Massie went through security and donned her black Chanel sunglasses as she made her was to the plane.
She boarded, got comfy in 1st class(her parents wouldn't let her ride anything less) and started to fall asleep. It was only a 3 hour ride to Billings Logan Airport and then some farm hand would pick her up. The plane landed with out any trouble (Massie always ahd a secret fear of planes) and she was going to pick up her luggage.
!0 minutes later, Massie was waiting with her luggage, arms crossed and hips cocked. She watched people come and go and saw a few reuniting couples. The girls would always run up to the guy and fling themselves onto them. There was a small part of her heart that ached when she saw them. It only reminded her of her painful breakup with Dempsey Solomon a month earlier. She caught him in bed with 'Bridget' from 'L.A.' who was just a 'friend' visiting. Naked. Well it was obvie that she was 'reuniting' with Dempsey in more ways than one… Needless to say, she flipped. Screaming, crying, she even slapped him across his gorgeous face.
As for that Bridget girl? She cowered in the bed, drawing to sheets up to her chin and looking scared. After Massie had gotten out all of her initial anger, she glanced at the girl and spat,
"You little whore."
As she passed through the door frame, she had spun around on her heel and yanked off the ring Dempsey had given for her on their year and a half anniversary. She threw it at Dempsey and hoped to god that it hit him. But she didn't turn around to see, she was already halfway down the stairs and all the way out of his life.
As she finished going back down memory lane, a pair of dusty cowboy boots stepped up into her view. Her eyes traveled up the faded jeans, well-worn tee shirt, tan muscular arms and then a mouth, slightly crooked nose, gorgeous brown eyes, and then a cowboy hat. A legit cowboy hat.
He touched the brim of his hat and nodded.
"You must be Massie. Massie Block."
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okayy what do you think? i know its not terribly long, but maybe review? :)
xox,
sarah
