BOCD

Bomb Shelter

Friday, November 21st

11:42 AM

Massie, Alicia, Claire, Kristen, and Dylan hid behind the concrete wall that sealed off the closet and bathroom from the rest of the bomb shelter. The voices got louder.

BANG! BANG! BANG! Someone was pounding on the door.

"Let me in!" a girly voice screamed. "It's dark!"

"We don't have time for this!" yelled Massie. She pushed the button on the remote, sending the wall back into its place.

"Are you gonna open the door?" asked Claire.

"What do you think?" retorted Alicia.

Bracing herself, Massie opened the door, showing none other than Olivia Ryan. Behind her was Strawberry and Kori.

"Ehmagawd! How did you find this room?" asked Dylan, horrified.

Olivia shrugged. "It wasn't that hard. We were just wondering where you guys go every lunch…"

"Stalk-ers!" burped Dylan, sending the entire PC into a round of hysterics.

"Well, Duh-livia, if anyone ever finds out about this room because of you and your 'logic,' I will personally see to it that the three of you be socially ruined," snapped Massie. "Now get out."

"What about the voices?!" asked Kristen.

"But we wanted to tell you something!" whined Kori.

"What?" asked Claire, with hopeful eyes.

"The. Boys. Are. Back. They were back in Main Building as of… 11:33. And when none of you were there to greet them—"

Massie cut her off. "Puh-lease. If anyone is worried about not being up there to get 'first dibs,' it should be you. The Pretty Committee is so nawt worried about the NLBRs and the soccer boys' return. Did you forget who made them fabulous?"

"No—"

"And are you aware that that same person who made them could easily destroy them as well?"

"Yes—"

"And do you remember who that person is?"

"Of course—"

"She's me!" Massie boomed. TPC exchanged a round of hi-fives. "Kori, are you deaf?"

"No," replied Kori, sounding confused.

"Then why are you still HEAR?" laughed Massie.

Olivia, Strawberry and Kori scrambled out the door and up to ground level faster than Alicia could say, "Point!"

BOCD

New Green Café

Friday, September 21st

11:50 AM

As the Pretty Committee walked through the doors to the New Green Café, Massie knew that their table would be occupied. Except this time, she had learned from her mistakes.

CLAIRE: WHERE DO WE GO?

DYLAN: ?

MASSIE: TABLE 18. DUH

ALICIA: BRILL!

With every confident stride that they took, Massie knew that all eyes in the Café were on her. When she saw the soccer boys seated at table 18, she looked back at TPC and glided to their table with the grace and style of a supermodel.

Claire could feel everyone's eyes on them, in a Café of dead silence. It wasn't as embarrassing as last time. No, this time it was…exhilarating. She was reminded again why everyone wanted to be Massie Block, why everyone wanted to be her.

But if anyone asked if she wanted to change places with Massie, she knew her answer. Nobody knew the real Massie. Not even her, really.

But she'd changed, too. They all had. Dylan, who now co-hosted part-time on the Daily Grind. Kristen, who now had millions of dollars in her possession. Alicia, who seemed to be the biggest flirt of all these days. And Massie.

But that wasn't important.

Suddenly Claire was brought back to real life again. The familiar buzz of the Café was back.

"Hey Block," said Derrick. "What are you doing at OUR table?"

Massie smoothed back her hair and replied smoothly, "I'm sorry. You must be confused. You're reminding me of someone I know called Miss Taken."

The PC exchanged a round of high fives.

"It'd be Mr. Taken, actually," he shot back, right as Olivia Ryan sat down as his side after a quick peck on the cheek. "But I'm not sure that you would know. Didn't Dopey dump you or something?"

"Uhm, no. I broke up with Dempsey. The only Dopey I see here is you. Sorry," she said, trying to hold back giggles.

Derrick stormed off, leaving a clueless Olivia behind him.

So how'd you like it? I know, the disses are kinda lame, but just pretend that they're like Oh-no-you-did-nawt-just-say-that. Next chapters imma focus on the rest of TPC. I think they feel left out.

Expect updates often! This is just too fun to write!

--------R&R!!