"CHRIS! CHRIS! I wanna sit there!" 11 year old Massie Block whined to her brother. After minutes of Massie tugging onto his Ralph Lauren sweater, he finally looked at where she pointing to.

"We don't have time, mom and dad will be here any moment."

"But there's a cute boy near there!" Massie tugged Chris's sweater harder as her Egyptian bangles clinked loudly. After Chris sighed, he took Massie's hand and walked her up table No.18.

On the table was a petit card that read: RESERVED.

On behalf of looking at Massie's almost-crying face, he rolled his eyes. "Waiter." Chris said loudly while he snapped his fingers.

"Yes, sir."

"I want this table." Massie demanded. The waiter started looking nervous as sweat streamed his French face, "But it is c-currently reserved for t-the B-Brooke family."

Massie glared at him. Chris raised his eyebrows as he reached into his trouser's pocket. He took out several $100 dollar bills and gave it to the waiter, "This enough for you, mate?"

The waiter nodded with a simple smile before ripping the 'reserved' card in half.

Ever since that day, Chris taught Massie all his slick moves.

(Several years later, meaning today...)

"Come on, I want to show you the beauty of New York." Derrington said to Massie.

Massie giggled-shrugged as she left the auction in the Hamilton Hotel. She didn't even think twice about what her parents would say, obviously fearless.

"You okay, Mass?" sixteen years old Claire asked as she and Cam were dragged from the elevator to the lobby. Before she could ask more, the four of them ran out of the hotel. Boyfriend and girlfriend in hand.

Massie and Claire spun around in circles as they reached the famous site, Brooklyn Bridge. Claire Lyons and Cam Fisher danced under the moonlight.

"Huh, and I thought they'd never confess their feelings." Derrick smirked.

Massie smacked him on the shoulder, "Just enjoy the scenery."

Derrick DID turned to looked at the most beautiful scenery, his girlfriend's face. She was so sweet at times that he just wanted to hug her. She was much more mature than her seventh-grade self. This time, she was much smarter, much more mature and much more prettier.

Just when he was about to peck her cheek, a Porsche on full-speed drove straight to the bridge. Massie grunted as the car stopped right in front of her and the driver went out.

"I told you to ask permission when you're about to leave." Chris sighed as he pulled his black tuxedo jacket closer when the wind stirred.

"What do you want?" Massie barked.

"Family emergency."

"What about Derrick, Claire and Cam?" Massie asked.

"I sent a limo. Now please get into the car."

Massie did as told and absent-mindedly pecked Derrick at the cheeks.

"Where are we going?" Massie asked. Instead of facing her usually funny and naive older brother, she saw a depressed 19 year old looking exhausted, nevertheless he was still AH-BVIOUSLY handsome.

"I know you've planned to go to Miami with the Pretty Committee this summer but..."

If Chris wore a tie(which he wouldn't), it would be very easy for Massie to throttle him. "Just spit it out! You just ruined one of the most romantic moments I have with Derrick."

Chris smirked, "Just wait till Valentine's Day. Last year, he sent a bunch of roses to you until your room was stuffy, remember?"

Massie cracked up a smile. But the smile vanished as Chris said the last few words, "This summer, we are off to..."

Author's Note: The Block family would be busy this summer, but I need YOU to decided where they are going. Choose wisely out of all the countries scattered around the globe, as each country carries different journeys. HOORAY! Seriously, just mix anything up as it WILL somehow be in my story.