Authors Note: Thanks for the reviews :) I was planning on just a oneshot, but some people wanted a epilouge or whatever, so here it goes.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Clique. Or Fergie's "Glamorous."

We flying the first class
Up in the sky
Poppin' champagne
Livin' the life
In the fast lane
And I wont change
By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy

Claire Lyons stepped on her private jet. Yes, she was only 18 but she had saved up enough money to buy an awesome private jet. She loved it. It was one of the few perks of being rich and famous. The walls and carpet were a pretty, calming blue. She had a few white things, such as a couch, lamp, and the doors and all. In the corner she had a big flat screen TV, with an Xbox360 and a Wii. In the middle of the big jet, she had a ginormous white sheepskin rug. A few things on it were a big floor lamp, a big line of beanbags by the edge of the rug, and a white couch. It was like the big white spot of the room. She also had a bookcase nearby in case she wanted to read a book or something sitting on a beanbag.

In another corner there was a door to the bathroom. The bathroom had a shower, a toliet, a sink, and a big bathtub that was pretty deep. If Claire was stressed, she loved to take long bubble baths in it. It was so relaxing! There was another door in the bathroom, leading to a giant walk-in closet. She couldn't walk out of her jet with the same clothes, could she?

Moving on. In the second to last corner of the room, there was a big fluffy bed with a nightstand next to it. Her jet was pretty simple, but it was like a small apartment. Being a teen idol, she had tons of work all day. Her jet was her place to relax. A place where people couldn't bother her. Just alone time, which is exactly what Claire needed right now.

In the last corner, there was a small kitchen. The counter was granite, of course. The colors were again blue and white. Those were her signature colors.

As Claire walked into her bathroom to take a shower, she asked herself, "What the hell am I doing?" The reason she went to California was to get away from her old life. Forget. So why was she heading back to Westchester? Didn't she learn her lesson five years ago, when everything came crashing down? Nobody wanted her in Westchester. No one.

Claire knew why she was going back. She didn't like her life the way it was, living in regrets and misery. She needed to fix things. She couldn't leave them the way they were, broken. She couldn't truly enjoy herself. If she happened to be happy for a minute or two, she'd remember and almost start crying. Nobody in California knew what was wrong or how they could help. But not many people cared either. They were all fake.

Flashback

"Mom," Claire sobbed, "Call... Call my agent and tell him I'm coming to California today. Tonight. As soon as I possibly can."

"Claire! What are you talking about? You can't just leave! Your father, Todd, and I have a life here you know!" her Mom exclaimed.

Claire cried some more. "But that's just the thing Mom. I don't have a life here anymore. No friends, nothing. Please Mom! Please! Just do this one thing for me. Call my agent, and tell him I'll be in California within the next 7 hours."

"Claire, you have got to be kidding. Who's going to California with you? I'm sure not. And you are NOT going alone. You're 13! 13!" Judy Lyons said.

Claire gasped out the next words. "Mom, please come to LA for a week with me. If we can't arrange anything by then, then we can both go home. Just give me a chance. Please. I need out of Westchester. Now."

"Fine. You have one week to figure out some living arrangements. I'll call your agent," Judy sighed.

Two hours later, Claire and Judy Lyons were flying out to LA.