AN: Reviews, please! Also, some facts about this hotel (assuming it exists) may be... not real. So, yeah, don't judge. I've never been to California. Same goes for all the other places the girls visit.

Los Angeles, California

The Beverly Hotel, Room 428

Tuesday, March 20

2:17 PM

"Mom, have you found a house yet? I don't want to live in a hotel for the rest of my life!"

Kendra Block sighed. "Massie, we already bought a house. So did the Riveras, the Marvils, the Gregorys, and the Lyonses. Your father is currently buying paint samples for your bedroom. You did want light blue, right?"

Massie nodded. For her life on the west coast, she decided to ditch the too-formal all-white look for a fresh, fun, California-esque beach look. A pale powdery blue would look perfect with the already-installed (or so she was told) sandy brown hardwood floors. "So, can me and my friends, like, check out our houses?"

"Sure!" Kendra said, shocked at her daughters enthusiasm. "The limo driver, Samuel, knows all the addresses. He also is allowed through the gates of Bel Air. Why don't you go to your friends' rooms and tell them to come along?"

"'Kay!" Massie grabbed her big white hobo bag and walked down the hall, wedges clacking on the floors of the five-star hotel. The closest room was the Riveras'. She knocked on the door of room 434. "Lemme in, Leesh! It's Massie."

Alicia opened the door, and Massie caught a glimpse of her bed with clothes strewn all around. She was now wearing a red halter top, light gray and white striped bodycon skirt, black velvet flats, and a glossy high-ponytail. Her top matched her lipstick perfectly; Massie was impressed. "Hey girly! Samuel's gonna drive us to Bel Air so we can see our new houses, 'kay?"

"Who's Samuel?"

"Limo driver." Massie re-glossed her lips.

"Cool!" Alicia linked arms with Massie and they walked down the hall to the Marvils' room.

"UGH! It's MY turn for the mirror, Jamie! GET YOUR BUTT AWAY!" they heard Ryan yelling.

"There's a mirror by the bathroom!"

"BUT THAT'S NOT FULL-SIZED!" Massie and Alicia gave each other a well-okay look and, in unison, knocked on the door.

"DYLAN!" they yelled so that the redhead could hear them over their sisters' bickering. "IT'S MASSIE AND ALICIA!"

A relieved-looking Dylan opened the door. "Thank gawd you're here. I can't take this." Without question, she closed the door and walked with them to the elevator so they could go down a floor to get to Kristen. "So, what're we doing?"

"Samuel the limo driver is taking us to see our houses in Bel Air," explained Alicia.

Dylan pulled her straightened—to eliminate heat friz—hair into a side braid. "Cool! My mom told me that our houses are next to each other! Apparently, she has some connection with a realtor. Plus, getting our own show helped a little." She smiled, feeling wise, and looked at her sparkly teal fingernails.

They arrived on floor three and walked to Kristen's room. Every floor lower cost less money: that's why Kristen's was below the rest, and Claire's was even lower on floor two. They reached room 314—which Kristen loved because those are the first numbers of pi—to get Kristen.

Kristen opened the door, wearing a white sundress, a cropped dark wash denim vest, and gold gladiator sandals. Her hair was in a perfect bun (Massie suspected a hair donut was somewhere in there) with a braid wrapped around it. "Hey girls! What's up?"

Massie explained what they were doing. Kristen smiled. "Wow! Bel Air: this is so cool!" Even Massie couldn't keep her cool. This was ah-mazing!

They reached Claire's room. They all knocked and yelled, "CLAIRE!" They received a dirty look from a maid, but who cares?

Todd opened the door. "Hi!" He smiled at Massie. "Claire's in the bathroom."

"TODD!" Claire angrily rolled her eyes and arrived at the door. Massie felt like clucking in dissaproval at her mid-thigh-length light wash shorts. Although the cuffed hem was cute, they were ahb-viously from Aeropostale.

Oh well. Everything else was from cute places. Her sheer white tie-front blouse looked very Marc Jacobs, the neon pink cami underneath screamed L.A.M.B. (not literally), and when Claire raised her foot, Massie could see "Jimmy Choo" printed on the soles of her tan flats with neon pink patent leather toes and back-of-feet areas. "Ah-dorable outfit," Massie complimented. "Minus the shorts. I'm not blind—they were like ten bucks, weren't they?"

Claire nodded and blinked. "Yeah." She smiled.

"Busted!" Kristen cheered, and for a strange reason, the two blondes high-fived.

"We're looking at our new houses," Dylan told Claire.

"The driver, Samuel, is taking us in the limo!" Kristen grinned.

"Thanks, Samuel." Massie closed the black limo doors and looked at the screen of her iPhone. She turned to the girls. "So, according to the addresses my mom texted, we are currently in front of the Kristen's house."

The five girls looked at the house. It was two stories tall and yellow with crisp white trim. Massie counted eleven windows.

"Aww! Look, I have a lemon tree!" Kristen squealed.

Massie opened the passenger's seat door. "Samuel, may I please have the key for the Gregory Estate? Um, and the rest?"

The driver handed Massie five labeled keys. "Wanna go inside?" Massie asked Kristen. They walked up the few steps to get to the porch. Massie handed the correct key to Kristen, who opened the white front door.

They were greeted with chestnut-colored wood floors, cream untextured walls, and a choice to either go up a stairway or enter a carpeted living room. They looked beyond that, and, seeing a kitchen, chose to go up the stairs. Kristen called her mom.

"Hey mom!" she said. "We're in our new house! Can you tell me which room is mine?" There was a long pause, and finally, Kristen said, "Okay, thanks! Bye... yes, we're being safe. Love you too... bye!" She pressed END. "Up the stairs, last door on the left."

They followed instructions, and Kristen's jaw dropped. That quickly turned into a smile. "Ehmagawd, it's perfect!" The room was twice the size of Kristen's old one, complete with a walk-in closet. The floors were plush white carpet, and the walls were teal with thin white stripes. "I officially LUH-V the previous owner's taste in walls." She ran over to the bay window. "Yes! OMG, my old apartment was never this nice!"

Next was Alicia's house. It had an olive green exterior if you didn't count the back wall, which was entirely glass. "Wow, I feel like a Cullen," Alicia laughed. Massie remembered from the movies that the vampire family had a matching back wall, but she knew that Alicia had also read all the books. Of course she would know this.

Alicia's room (the girls all had texted their moms, asking for instructions) was painted burnt orange. The floors were light wood. Alicia had no windows other than the window wall, but the huge closet made up for it with the mirrored closet doors. Alicia was ecstatic. "This is so... Spanish. It reminds me of Ni—um, my cousin's room." Massie had banned the girls from mentioning Nina after she nearly stole Massie's reign.

Dylan's house was next. "Ehmagawd, an orange tree! This reminds me of Maui." Dylan loved her house already, and she had only seen the light pink exterior and citrus tree. They went up a cobblestone path to the front door and ran to Dylan's room. It was painted navy blue; Dylan wrinkled her nose. "Mom'll need to get some paint samples—this is too slimming. I'll get claustrophobia." She said it like you could catch the fear. "I'm thinking maybe a sunset theme—maybe like, orange at the bottom, fade to pink in the middle, fade to purple on top?"

"Sounds fun!" said Claire. "But also chic," she assured.

Speaking of Claire, the platinum blonde was the next to see her house. It was heather gray, with two stories (like all the other houses). There were a few flower bushes around the house which perfectly complimented the rich green lawn. Claire couldn't wipe the smile off her face. She pulled the aviators off her eyes and sprinted inside to get to her room.

It was painted the color of daffodils, and had carpet the color of copper. Claire fell in love. The window was huge. The closet was as wide as one of the walls, although it wasn't walk-in. There was a nook for a computer that had sort of a built in desk: a counter-like slab of polished turquoise. Claire wanted to install a mirror in the back and call it a vanity. Everything was so fabulous—Claire could hardly grasp it. She knew she was gonna love life California.

Finally, they reached the new Block Estate. Massie skipped right by the cream exterior and ran up to her room.

The walls were untextured and white—Massie told the girls of her paint plans—and the floors were the promised sandy wood. Her walk-in closet had no doors, so Massie could see right inside and noticed that there were both shelves and a place to hang stuff up. Frowning, Massie looked up, trying to see where the door would be, but only saw a curtain rod. Suddenly, visions of sheer white curtains filled her mind. She turned around. Yes! A bay window. The curtains for that could be the same as the closet ones. It would look ah-dorable!

All the girls were smiling, imagining brand-new, Bel Air-worthy rooms and wardrobes to match.

AN: Okay, sorry if this was boring. It's sort of a filler chapter. I just wanted everyone to get a feel for their Cali rooms. I'll add more about A-Plus List (the show) in future chapters.