DISCLAIMER: I DO NAWT NAWT NAWT OWN ANY OF THE CLIQUE CHARACTERS OR DESIGNERS. I ONLY OWN THE STUFF I MAKE UP!!!

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"Mass! I haven't seen you forever!" Alicia Rivera said as she hugged her best friend. "Who's that?" Massie asked, pointing at a blond guy who was talking to Alicia's fiance, Josh Hotz. "That? That's Eric Wyatt." "I know, but, why is he here?" Massie rolled her eyes. "To see you!" Alicia squealed, excitedly.

Massie smiled "Kuh-laire Lyons may have gotten a few acting jobs...but, I ended up with the acting job, 4 Oscars, and...ERIC WYATT!" Alicia high fived Massie and walked to Josh, who kissed her lightly on the lips. "Hey...Eric..." Alicia flashed a dazzling smile at him. "Hey, do you know Massie Block?" he asked.

"Sure do." Alicia said in a bored tone. "Could you introduce us?" he asked. "Hmm...why nawt?" Alicia led Eric over to Massie. "Hey, Massie. It's me...Eric Wyatt..." "Oh...hey..Eric? Right?" Massie asked innocently. "Um...hey, I was wondering...would you wanna go out sometime? How does dinner tomorrow sound?" Eric asked.

"I'm sure I can fit you in around, say...7. Later." Massie turned and walked out of the wrap party of her 6th movie. It was sure to be a hit...not only with America, but with Eric. In her dressing room, she turned on the television, since she had already finished packing. Soccer was on. Kristen was playing. Massie sighed. She never hung out with the other three members of the old Pretty Comittee. It was...a long story...it was also osmething she'd luh-v to forget. However, that was nawt an option. "Hey, girl." Massie said to a little Yorkie who had just woken up.

The dog yapped excitedly, and Massie picked her up. Shayna's soft quivering body reminded her of Bean. Bean had passed away last year, of old age. Shay, who had only been a young baby puppy at the time, was only lke a burden to Massie for a few weeks of mourning. Massie knew that Bean was in a better place...but she had loved Bean for years. It was just so hard. Shayna licked Massie's hand contently. For a second, Massie felt jealous of her puppy.

Shay had nothing to care about. She was loved, she had friends, she wore designer doggy clothes, and she didn't have to do anything for it. Massie other hand had to work hard. But this is why I have Shay, she thought as she stroked the dog. She needs somebody...but so do I...

Massie had no time to ponder this, because Alicia came in waving a napkin tha said "Congrats Crew! We made it!". "Look what I got you!!!" she yelled. "Em...a napkin?" "No, silly! Eric's nuhm-ber!" "No waaaay!" "WAY!" They scremed and hugged. "Now we can double date!" Alicia said. "Totally!" said Massie. But what she was thinking was, why would somebody famous, like Eric, want to hang out with Josh? Josh may be a worker at Ralph Lauren, but Alicia was a model...and sometimes, Massie thought, she was settling for less than what she could have.

Shayna danced around on the floor, finally settling down on the mini couch. When Alicia left, Eliza Greener, the director, came to remind Massie that they were flying back to Hollywood tomorrow morning and that since they would be signing autographs all day, to get a good night's sleep. Of course, Massie turned on the TV to one of the celeb gossip channels (think like E!). "So, Kristen. What's it like being engaged?" asked a reporter. Kristen Gregory giggled on TV. "Well, Rena, being engaged to Derrick is ah-mazing! He's just..." Kristen smiled for a loss of words. Derrick? Did she mean Derrick Harrington? Derrington? NO WAY! Derrick was rightfully hers, Massie thought, fuming up. But...wait...I have Eric...right? "Big deal!" Massie told Shayna. "So what if my ex-BFF is dating my ex-boyfriend?...who I may still have feelings for..." she sighed.

Massie sniffed but paid attention to the TV. "And, I 'd like to give a shout-out to the three most important people in my life!" Kristen was saying. Was she talking about me, Massie wondered. "Derrick Harrington! Dylan Marvil! And..." "Please be me, please be me!" Massie begged quietly to her doggy. "Claire Lyons!" WHAT!? Seriously...did Kristen just pick Kuh-laire over ME! she thought. "Shay...why did this have to happen? Why aren't we still friends?" Massie hugged Shay. Then three people walked on stage. Derrington looked hawter than ever. His blond hair fell into his perfectly brown eyes. He was tanned and totally muscular. There was defnitely a six pack under that-WHAT AM I THINKING!? Massie tried to clear her brains of ex-boyfrind thoughts. Dylan was skinny, skinny, skinny and she was flaunting her B-Cups. Her red hair was curled and looked gorgeous!

Claire. Lyons. Her. On TV. She looked perfect. Her 8th grade flat-chestedness had magically transformed into Aliciaish C-cups, her blond hair was straight and her kindergarten bangs were gone. She was dressed head to toe in designer wear. Ahb-viously, she had been working hard...and Massie knew exactly why... "Derrick is, as you know, the wuh-urld's number one soccer player! Dylan is the host of her mom's old show, The Daily Grind!" "You've been amazing, Dylan, considering you've only been doing this since you were 19!" Rena said. Dylan smirked haughtily. "And Claire! You are the wuh-urld's best actress!" Kristen continued.

Kuh-laire could not be considered the best in the world of acting...at least she didn't compare to Massie...right? Massie switched of the TV and started to make her bed on the lame pullout couch. "Here, Shay...I need you tonight." And then, Massie cried herself to sleep.

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