Hey there! Welcome to my official story, "Neither Friends Nor Enemies". Hope you enjoy, :) BY THE WAY: This is set right after My Little Phony, k?

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor ever will, The Clique.


The Block Estate

Living room

4:42 pm

Saturday, January 9th

"Were moving?" Massie Block yelled at the top of her lungs, her glossy brunette hair swishing with every word. She had flung her arms out to express her distaste for her parent's decision. She stared down at her Alice + Olivia black cowl blouson top, which she had paired with her skinny dark wash True Religion jeans, and her classic short Ugg boots in the color "sand". She glared at her mom and dad, who were sitting in front of her with their heads down.

"Honey, calm down. Were not moving, just living in a different place for a while." Her mother, Kendra, tried to convince her daughter. Massie obviously didn't get the message, and stomped up to her room, with bean at her heels. As soon as she got to her white room, she pulled open the door and stepped inside. She plopped down onto her soft, large bed and sighed.

"Oh bean, this is terrible." Massie closed her heavily made up, amber eyes. Bean licked her small hand, staring at her with her large, black eyes. "Where will we go anyway?" She questioned. "And what about Landon?" She whined. As soon as she said his name, bean whimpered. She pet her softly on the head. "I know, bean, I know." Slowly, Massie's eyes were flooded with wet tears, and then she drifted into a deep sleep.

The Block Guesthouse

Claire's Room

5:30 pm

Saturday, January 9th

"Hm..." Claire Lyons tapped her index finger against her chin. She was searching through all of her music to find something to listen too. She had zoomed through all of Cams recent mix CDs, including his winter mix, and his Christmas one too. "Ugh..." She moaned, reaching for her cell phone. She dialled Layne Abeley's number, and quickly Layne answered.

"Layne! I need your help." Claire exclaimed, not even saying hello.

"And what might you need help with?" Layne responded.

"Well, I was wondering if you had any extra CDs lying around."

"Lyons, you have come to the right place. Can I come over to drop them off?"

"Sure, no problem." Claire yawned.

"'Kay, I'll be over in a bit." Layne hung-up.

Claire dropped her phone and lay back on her bed. She curled her legs up to her chest and stayed in that position for a while, until she heard a little "ping" coming from her computer, indicating that she had received a new IM. She checked it, and it was from Massie.

MASSIEKUR: Need to talk. Come over IMMEDIATLY!

Claire rolled her eyes, and then giggled. She was happy that Massie and she were friends again, although Massie has a tendency to be a little controlling. Claire quickly sent Layne a text telling her she'll be at Massie's for a bit. Layne texted back, saying that it's all good. Claire loved Layne for being to understanding, and accepting of her friendship with Massie.

Claire made her way downstairs and slipped outside without her mother, father or Todd noticing. She strolled towards the Block estate, acting quite calm because whatever Massie had to tell her was probably something like "I don't have anything new to wear!" She knocked on the front door, and Kendra answered.

"Oh, hello Claire. Massie's in her room." Kendra Block said with a blank expression on her face. She moved to the side, making enough room for Claire to get in. Claire smiled her thanks and skipped upstairs to Massie's room. She expected to see her digging through her closet, or re-applying her lipgloss. But instead, she saw something that she wouldn't ever expect. Massie was there, but she was hugging her knees to her chest, and dark mascara-tinted tears were gently rolling down her already makeup stained cheeks. Claire bumped the door, which made Massie look up at her. She looked back down.

"Massie! What happened?" Claire ran over to her bed and sat down.

"W-were...Moving!" Massie sobbed. As soon as those words sunk into Claire's mind, her world felt as if it was crashing down on her. How could Massie be moving? All of Claire's hard work just for Massie and her group to accept her, and all of those fights they had finally being pushed aside until now. Now, the whole point of Claire being here was destroyed in a matter of three syllables. Then something hit her.

"Wait, Massie, where did they say you were moving to?" Claire said calmly.

Massie sniffled. "Well, they didn't really say where." Claire smirked. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad after all. Massie jumped up and ran to her door.

"Wait! Massie, where are you going?" Claire asked.

"To ask my parents where we are moving. Duh." She rolled her eyes, but smiled a bit. "Just, wait here, 'kay?" She asked, Claire shrugged. Massie bolted downstairs and Claire sat back down. She sighed, and played with one of Massie's Glossip girl tubes. It was called "Cinnamon & Cranberries" which is a combination that Claire had never heard of. She explored some of Massies closet too, and took note of all of Massies new clothing. It was kind of hard to think that Massie's family was now what they called "poor", considering all of the clothing she had, and how well they seemed to be doing. Of course, Massie had to keep this going because her friends still didn't know.

"Were moving where?" Massie screeched so loud that Claire could probably hear her all the way from the guesthouse. Massie ran back up to her room with her head in her hands. Claire stood beside her, trying to comfort her as she cried softly.

"W-were le-leaving Westchester!" Massie managed to choke out. Claire just stared out of Massie's window. There was nothing she could do now, because it was all over. Without Massie, how would the Pretty Committee survive? Who would rule the school like Massie did? And lastly, would she ever see Massie again?