Ok, here is the sequel you all (including me) have been waiting for! Yay, I'm excited!
Disclaimed, bitches!

Derrick Harrington waited patiently in the tree house for his neighbor Massie Block. He had left a note with Inez, asking her to meet him in the tree house they shared at noon to talk.

Derrick was a pretty patient person, but it was already quarter to two, and he was starting to get angry. Although, he could see why Massie wouldn't want to talk to him; he had been a complete jerk to her.

It was raining, and he was getting cold. If Massie wasn't there in another fifteen minutes, he'd leave.

The sound of high heels click clacking on the driveway gave him hope. But when he looked out, it was just Kendra Block, Massie's mom.

"Good afternoon, Derrick!" She called.

"Hey, Kendra. Can you please see if Massie's in her room. I need to talk to her," Derrick climbed out of the tree house.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Derrick, I'm terribly busy. But feel free to go on in and search for her."

"Okay," Derrick shrugged and walked into the huge estate.

"Make sure you take off those muddy shoes of yours'," Kendra called from the kitchen. "I don't want mud stains on my carpet!"

Derrick sighed in annoyance, but Kendra couldn't hear him. He slipped of his somewhat muddy shoes and padded up the white carpeted stairs. He hadn't been in the Block Estate since before he moved.

He walked into Massie's spacious room, and looked around. It was empty and exactly the way it used to be. White with purple accents thrown in.

"Massie?" He called, wondering if she was in the closet or something. He turned around to face her big vanity mirror and stopped dead in his tracks.

In dark purple eyeliner, she had written 'Bye to whoever is reading this. I'm going on a little vacation…you know, get some stress gone? Not sure when I'll be back, if I'll be back... Xoxox –Massie'.

Derrick gasped. "Ew, did I just gasp?" He mumbled to himself. "That's so…gay."

He ran down the stairs, ready to notify Kendra. Why would Massie leave? She had grown up in Westchester. Her whole life was here. She had friends who loved her and so many guys liked her. So why the hell would she leave?

Derrick, in all of his boy ignorance, didn't realize the obvious: She left because of him.

Massie Block loved feeling the wind blow through her shiny brunette locks while driving along the ocean. The smell of hot seaweed was a little nasty, but Massie could get used to it.

After all, she was looking for change. She went from eating steamed oysters to funnel cake while standing up. She'd been in Beverly Hills exactly two days now –staying in a hotel- and she couldn't be happier. The surf, the sun, the rough sand that exfoliated her size six and a half feet as she walked in it. And of course the boys.

As if brought on by her thoughts, a cute boy waved to her from his seat on the beach. Massie giggled and gave a flirty little wave, but kept driving. The whole point of leaving Westchester was because of a boy.

There was no need to find a boy to make her leave LA, too.

Olivia Harrington slouched on the couch, flipping through TV shows on their 48" HDTV. She stopped on The Daily Grind, knowing it was Merri-Lee Marvil's show. The Marvil women despised the Harrington women, and Olivia and Victoria hated them back.

"You know those pictures of you from college, you the ones you take when you're drunk?" Merri-Lee was saying. The live audience laughed. "You know the ones I'm talking about. Anyway, my old friend from college has loads of them! I'll show you them, after the break."

Olivia glanced at her mom, who was eating a Cobb salad in the kitchen. "Um, mom, did you know Merri-Lee Marvil in college?"

"Yes," Victoria Harrington said, putting her empty plate in the sink. "We were friends. Then she stole my boyfriend and we've hated each other ever since."

"Were you drunk a lot?" Olivia asked, pressing mute on a commercial for Anti Foot Fungus powder.

Victoria looked at her daughter strangely. "Olivia it was the eighties, everyone was always either drunk or stoned."

"Oh…so did you ever take pictures while you were drunk?"

"Yes…Olivia what are you talking about?"

Olivia made her mom sit beside her as Merri-Lee's nasal voice returned.

"Now, we were talking about ridiculous things we did when were young, so I thought 'Why not show some pictures from when I was younger? I did foolish things…'"

"She wouldn't…" Victoria's blue eyes turned dark.

"And so did my friend Victoria Harrington! Now, Victoria's just moved back from Arizona, with the rest of her family. I bet her family doesn't know about her drinking habits! Boy was she a hoot when she was drunk!"

Picture flashed onto the screen. A younger Victoria was passed out in a puddle of her own vomit; another one of her smiling with crap in between her teeth; another one of—

"Turn it off," Victoria moaned, pressing a Ralph Lauren Home Collection cushion into her Botoxed face.

Olivia did as she was told and laid a manicured hand on her mom's shoulder. "It's okay, mom, we'll just do something to get back at them."

Victoria lifted her head off of the cushion. "Damn right."