"You're crazy, bonkers, coo-coo bananas and insane if you think that Alli. Why would you ever say such a thing?" Clare questioned curiously. "Sorry, I mean, I think you should date him. He's very sweet." Alli continued. "Sweet? Ha. Compared to what? A Tyrannosaurus Rex?" Clare blurted out. "Clare; just give him a chance, please!" Alli sounded desperate this time. "Give KC a chance? Ahaha…no thank you…" Clare screamed in defense. "This will be the last sleepover I will ever have with you." Clare said in an angry tone, while giggling. "FINE, I will give up my hopes and dreams…so how about Wesley?" Alli pondered. Clare remained silent; just looking at Alli with an eyebrow raised; as her arms crossed over her chest.

Alli: Hey, Clary Fairy. (:

Clare: You like ticking me off; don't you? -_-

Alli: Sorry Clare, no I don't.

Clare: Hard to believe.

Alli: Gosh Clare, don't take everything so personally…

Clare: Ugh, sorry! Finals are just killing me. I just want summer to come already.

Alli: Yea, I agree. How about we hang out?

Clare: I'd love too, but I have to study.

Alli:

Clare: Alright alright, fine! Where do you want to go?

Alli: How about the beach? We could just walk and talk.

Clare: Sounds like a plan, pick me up in 20? (=

Alli: For sure, see you then. Bye! (:

"So, what's up? Clare questioned why sauntering with Alli on top of the gritty grains of sand. "Nothing really, just having troubles with guys. But coming from me, what's new? Right?" She sighed hopelessly. "Should I like Johnny or Drew?" Alli asked in curiosity. "Well Drew is cute, but let's face it; he's a jerk and a half." Clare proclaimed truthfully. "Very true..." Alli continued. "So, Johnny?" Alli questioned. "Yes, please! He is a sweetie, plus; he's more mature then Drew will ever be." Clare harshly stated the facts.

"Ugh, yeah. You're absolutely right. Thanks Clare; I can always count on you." Alli smiled in uncertainty. "Alli, you're heart knows what is best for you; just follow it." Clare quoted herself. "Ha-ha. Thank you Gandhi, I will be sure to follow that advice." Alli said sarcastically.

"Anyway, you need a guy, and I mean now!" Alli proclaimed bluntly. "Alli, why are you so concerned about my dull love life?" Clare questioned. "Because ever since you dated Fitz; you haven't been the same." Alli honestly pointed out. "Well, I loved Fitz, but he hurt me; you know? Sometimes I wish I was a white crayon, that way no one would ever use me…" Clare trailed off, as her Shirley Temple curls blew in the wind. "Awe Clare, Fitz isn't here anymore! He lives in New York now, so don't bother with him. He will never hurt you again, I promise." Alli preached reassuringly to Clare.

"Alli, you're amazing." Clare smiled. "You're very welcome. What are biffies's for anyway?" Alli proclaimed, using her mind boggling slang words.

While walking on the line where the water met the cinnamon sand; Clare and Allis' feet got drenched with frigid and misty salt water. "Ouch." Alli screamed, as she stubbed her toe on an old glass coke bottle. "Dang people who litter." Alli said, kicking it to the side as hard as she could. "That is my biggest pet peeve." Alli said, acting like a drama queen…again. "Alli, how do you step on a bottle that's right in front of you?" Clare asked curiously. "Anyway, I'm very sorry. But don't kick it; leaving it for someone else to step on." Clare observed. "Don't judge; it blended in with the sand." Alli lied.

"The bottle is a greenish color Alli, and the sand is tan…" Clare pointed out the obvious. "Well I'm sorry Saint Clare." Alli lied, while a grin slowly grew onto her face.

Clare meandered over to the bottle, before bending down to pick it up. "Hey Clare!" Alli screamed. "Before you throw it away; you should check to see if it has a message inside. From like 300 years ago." Alli joked around with Clare, poking her side. "Ha-ha, very funny." Clare sarcastically said, while squirming away from Allis' poke. "As you can see there is nothi….." Clare stopped in mid sentence; cocking her head to the side. She looked down at the cork sealed bottle; while shaking it cautiously. "Alz…" Clare said with her wide sapphire eyes sparkling. "There's something in the bottle…"