(Massie POV)
I guess not to much changed in the years Massie Block had left Westchester. She was still deathly afraid of spiders, still had an affect on boys that made them weak-kneed and hearing the words Derrick Harrington still made Massie's heart soar. . . She could remember when they first met, she was four. The Harrington's had just moved into town, and Massie and her mom had decided to come meet them. . . .
"But MOM!" A four year old Massie block hissed tugging at the hem of her "What if he doesn't like me!"
"Oh sweetie everyone loves you!" Her mom cooed, which in actuality was true when it came to boys, since they were four the boys seemed to look past her beautiful looks, that were covered up by baggy shorts and tee shirts, but they looked to her 'dirty jokes', love for sports, and her overall charm. Girls on the other hand ignored all those things and were too busy shrieking about how she dressed like a boy, not where frilly dresses like the other private school girls, and how she was passionate about sports, and instead of biting into dainty tea party sandwiches, Massie felt it necessary to bite off the head of barbie dolls! That made since that even though she was still young she didn't have any, and probably never would have any 'girlfriends' Boys were just so much more fun to her! While the girls liked to play on the swings, play with dolls, have picnics, or play dress up during free time, Massie would always go outside and play kickball, basketball, or manhunt with her best friends, Cam Fisher (Also her cousin), Josh Hotz, Chris Polvert, and Kemp Hurley, and all the other boys, its the way she ALWAYS was!
"But MOM-" Massie halted half-way up the new neighbors drive way to see a boy only a little taller than herself, with shaggy brown hair and puppy dog eyes of brown, seemingly having the same conversation with his mother.
"MOM." The boy yelped. "I can't be friends with her! She's a. . . ." The boy shuddered "SHE'S A GIRL! She's gonna make me play with her BARBIES!" He yelled unnoticingly chucking an electric blue basketball at the girl who soon would be his best friend.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, Mini Massie thought catching the ball with ease. A smile grew broadly across her face and looking at his deepset little boy eyes the smile only brightened! "Can I play?" Massie giggled ready for a little competition and this guy seemed good.
"WHAT?" He screeched! "NO. You. Are. A. GIRL. GIRLS CAN'T PLAY SPORTS."
And with no other option Massie chucked the electric ball at his head. He got a black eye. And Massie got a feeling she had never felt before, EVER. She got this feeling once again in the 5th grade. Derricks soccer team had just won the championship, Derrick got the winning goal, and a stunned 11 year old Massie? Um well she got something else, her first kiss, her first love, and her first rejection. Even too this day Massie could still wince at the memory. She really felt something kissing him and for the first 10 seconds after she actually thought he felt something too! His girlfriend the ever evil Alicia Rivera must have felt something too and THAT, wasn't so sweet. But there was one sweet thing about that day, Massie DID meet someone for herself that day, not a boy, but a GIRL. Her first and ONLY girl friend in Westchester, Dylan Marvil. Dylan had an affect on her that made her feel more comfortable than most did. She was REAL. She could burp with the boys, but not stain or ruin her perfect clothes! She could out eat anyone around yet she could still look pretty AND rail thin! Dylan wasn't grossed out by Massie crude sense of humor or boyish clothing style on the other hand she wasn't just using her for her connection with boys, she liked Massie for Massie. Their year of friendship really meant something to Massie.
"I've changed so much since that day." Massie said leaning against her 1st class seats window. Her feet resided in the vacated seat next to her. She thought even farther back to when she was three and her parents divorced. Gosh it was over twelve years ago! She was so young, and naive. Just a little girl she didn't know any better. Massie fast forwarded to when she was twelve. To the day where her world came crashing down around her. The day her mother died. She remembered crying into Derrick's arms for 2 days straight after that, she wouldn't talk to anyone, at that point she really realized she loved him. It was her chance to tell him! Him and the spanish she-witch were over and Massie knew that it was time to tell him, but it was to late the day the tears dried, she was already packed and ready to live with her dad. Those three years in France changed EVERYTHING. But her perspective of her dad changed too. He was controlling and needed everything to go his way going to any extent to get it. Massie's fingers traced the spot behind her ear where the stiches used to reside, followed the scar wincing with pain. This must have been why her parents divorced she remembered seeing her mom, hurt and cry but never knew why. After her dad her mom didn't get close with many other guys. Massie on the other hand overdosed on them, maybe to see them as a father figure or have a guy she could trust in her life.
Opening her window, Massie Block's eyes adjusted to the light of the rising sun, she blinked several times then slipped on her golden aviators. Her style now was much different apposed to her old wardrobe of tattered sweatshirts, and boyfriend jeans.
"They probably won't even recognize me. They probably forgot me!" She whined stiffling a yawn. She knew the last comment was a lie. They remembered her. For the last week she had gotten a text from Dylan every single hour informing her how much longer it would be! Josh talked on the phone the whole way to the airport, and she had been skyping with both Kemp and Plovert daily ever since they had found out 2 weeks ago! Cam obviously knew, he was her cousin, and she was staying with him! According to Dylan her other best friends Claire and Kristen were thrilled which was funny because they were always Alicia's little puppy dogs. And Alicia, well god knows what shes thinking. The only one Massie hadn't heard from is the one she could never forget a single detail about, but who seemingly forgot her. . . . now we can all guess who that is. . . .