Hey all! This is my second clique fan-fic, but I'm NAWT inexperienced. I'm sure all of you Clique fans have wondered some time or another what the clique was like in their later years. Like, thirties. Well here it is! Straight from the notebook of Lisi Harrison hereslf! (JUST KIDDING!) Anyway, enjoy. Be prepared for some unexpected twists!
Disclaimer: I'm not forty five years old, I don't live in Laguna Beach, and I didn't write a hawt series of books. I own NOthin.
Claire Lyons felt huge. It was her thirtieth birthday, and she already had some major things to show for it. She'd ended up marrying her highschool sweetheart Cam Fisher, which had resulted in Cam cheating on her during college together at New York State with non other than Layne Abely. After some heavy duty marriage counseling and a baby on the way, Claire had saved her marriage with Cam and regained her friendship with budding artist Layne. After Jay Fisher was born, Cam and Claire began to fight again. Now it was her thirtieth birthday. She had a five year old son, (Jay) and a baby girl on the way. She was in good spirits because Cam had served gummy foots for breakfast. Her small, one level ranch house was clean and orderly. Cam's business had been doing well. (He owned and operated a small business that sold uniquely decorated soccer balls to school-age children.) And best of all... she didn't have morning sickness anymore! The baby wasn't due for another two months. Suddenly, Claire had the sudden urge to throw up. Never mind about the no morning sickness. Scrambling to the bathroom, she knocked over a pile of scrapbooks.
"Damn it!" she yelled.
Throwing up through, Claire waddled over to pick up the scrapbooks. One that Claire didn't recognize was turned to an open page. It showed five girls smiling, thumbs up with one hand and glasses of champagne in the other. It was non-alcoholic. Claire thought. She shuddered. It was the Pretty Comittee. The girls she'd spent most of her years in school with. The ones whoed tormented her when she first moved to Westchester. The girls who had status so high they were worshipped. The group who she had never really fit in with.
And their, in the middle, like a queen looking over her kingdom, stood Massie Block. She was dressed in a purple Dior slip dress, tweed shrunken Theory stretch blazer, and burgundy Marc Jacobs special edition kitten flats. As usual, a perfect ten. And as usual, clad in something purple... the color of royalty. She was like a queen.
I wonder what the pretty comittee is up to now.
Author's Note: If you HEART it, review! Much more is to come, but I CAN"T do it with out my faithful reviewers! A question for you guys to possibly answer in your review: what hunky dude should Alicia Rivera settle down with? Josh Hotz is so D2M! I love all of you! Puh-lease review!