I DON"T OWN THE CLIQUE. LISI HARRISON DOES.

'I never drink water, that's the stuff that rusts pipes. What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch' -WC Fields

Vanity Fair

Photo Shoot, NYC

8:35 P.M.

Massie Block draped her skinny, tanned arms around two extremely hawt HARTS and gave the camera a sultry look.

"Love it!" The photographer exclaimed as she clicked her camera at least five times in a second. "Now Massie, put your left arm around Caleb and your right arm around Mason. Both you boys, lift her up and Massie smile." Massie smiled her ah-mazing smile as she was lifted up by her two hawt co-stars from her new movie "Loved not Lost". Mason and Caleb both had strong, broad shoulders with muscular arms and Massie felt so secure.

"Sheesh, you're so light. Why were you always asking if you looked fat in a dress?" Mason asked through the side of his red lips. His dreamy blue eyes glanced at her and then quickly when back to the camera.

Massie rolled her amber eyes. "That's because Caleb is holding half of my weight."

"Psh." Caleb rolled his green eyes.

"Stop!" The photographer barked over her shouders "Stella! Fix Massie's dress, pop the collars of Mason and fix Caleb's pants."

"What's wrong with my pants?" Caleb looked down.

The photographer scrunched up her nose "It's crinkled."

"No it's not" Caleb muttered. Both Massie and Mason smirked.

The petite assistant hurried up to the snow white background set and straightened Massie's mini silver sequined strapless dress.

"Perfect!" The photographer exclaimed, she snapped at least 20 times before she called out. "That's a wrap, Vanity Fair with e-mail you a copy before the press gets it 'kay? Linda! Give be the Gisele photos, I still need to edit it." She walked away into the busy photo shoots without saying bye.

"Hey, I'll see you guys later." Massie called. "Me and my girls are meeting up in 30 min."

"See ya later." Caleb called.

"Yup" Mason replied without even looking up from his Sidekick.

Bet he's texting about some hook up later Massie thought as she rolled her eyes. Mason's such a player.

As if he could hear her thought. Mason looked up just in time to see the amber eyed beauty finish half of her eye roll and smirked.

"You know me too well." Mason said. Massie laughed and gave them a little wave. As she walked through the busy Vanity Fair grounds, workers moved aside for her automatically and gave her stares while she worked her struts with her long strides and casual swing of her arms. Massie smiled.

She hurried into the all white dressing room as fast as a 5 inch heel can take you and slipped off her dress. Massie placed it onto the hanger on the silver rack and threw on a pair of dark Sass & Bide skinny jeans, brown leather knee-high boots, a zebra print BCBG tank top and a DKNY black leather jacket. She slipped on a pair of gold D&G sunglasses and looked into the mirror.

"Perf" She said to herself and swung open the heavy dark wood door.

"Massie!" Her assistant, Mackenzie, said. "Never seen you change so fast, going somewhere?" Her blonde eyebrows raised expectantly.

Massie laughed "Nope just the girls." She loved the fact that she and her assistant get along and can talk like she talks to her friends.

"Well, I'll just walk you to the lobby. Oh, remember about your fashion show tomorrow and the Elle photo shoot. Interview on Oprah is the day after that so get some rest. 'Love not Lost' just reached to number 2 in the box office and your director just wants to say thank you and other things but I wasn't listing to what that bald head was saying. Anyways I just got some gossip from Alicia, she called you but you were in the shoot." Mackenzie paused for a short second as she stabbed the elevator button with her newest Blackberry Torch.

"Derrick's back."

Given Set

NYC

9:15 p.m.

"I need a non-fat decaf vanilla latte, stat!" Alicia Rivera called out as she twisted her hair into a messy bun. She fixed her Ralph Lauren blazer and grabbed her bag. A worker passed her a steamy cup of latte.

"Thanks!" Alicia said as she took it and chugged half of the cup and she threw it back at the worker. Alicia whipped out her cellphone and checked her messages. 0 MSGS. Uh! She thought. Where's Massie?

Alicia flew down the hallways and pushed the elevator button and ignored the nervous looks of new internships and workers as they glanced at their flushed boss. The elevator door finally reached to the highest floor of Alicia's office and she stormed in.

No one dared to go in. Alicia smirked as she pressed the elevator button and slipped on her sunglasses. Just like 'Devil wears Prada' She thought.

The elevator finally reached to the enormous, marble-floored lobby of the Given building. At 9 o'clock, it was still filled with workers. Alicia cut through the middle as she sashayed, everyone moved quickly out of her way, after all you definetly don't want to be the one that gets yelled at and fired right on the spot by your diva-like boss. Everyone heard about Alicia's temper flares when something bad happens and when you get in the way, say goodbye to your whole career.

A young man opened the door for her and she swished past him without saying 'thank you'. She slid into the sleek, black limo and her chauffeur closed the door and sped-walked to the driver's door.

"Where to, Miss Rivera?" he inquired very politely.

"Massie Block's" Alicia snapped as she checked her phone again. 0 MSGS. Where is Massie?

Alicia crossed her arms over her hug chest.

Heard Josh Hotz is back in town haven't you Alicia? You should be happy, why so flushed? I know why, I always do. -xoxo, Gossip girl

Vanity Fair

Photo Shoot, NYC

9:30 p.m.

Massie squinted "So?"

Mackenzie looked at her "So...?"

"So? I don't care about him."

"Look" Mackenzie sighed "I know he cheated on you-"

"Who cares? Cause I don't" Massie snapped.

"I'm sure you don't" Mackenzie eyed her uneasily. "Look, just...be nice."

Massie gave her one of her looks "Me? Nice? Never."

And with that Massie Block stepped into the elevator.

Let's tango -xoxo, Gossip Girl

Upper East Side Office

Kristen's Office

9:45p.m.

Kristen Gregory sighed as she shifted through the thick pile of paper. She flipped her buttery blonde hair over her shoulders and rubbed her eyes. So much work.

Suddenly her phone beep and she jumped a little in her black armchair. She reached out at clicked on it.

From Massie: Over at my place ASAP!

Kristen smiled and grabbed her bag. Let's get this night started.

THE DAILY GRIND

Dylan's Dressing Room

9:56p.m.

In the most quiet and peaceful place on the busy set of the Daily Grind, Dylan Marvil tried to run her brush through her thick, stubborn red hair while she trying to do the straps of her shoes. 4 for minutes till she'll be late. Again. Whatever. It's not a big deal for her to be late for the PC's meet ups anymore. Massie wasn't controlling anymore, heck, she was less then controlling. She acts like a...friend now. Sure she was always Dyaln's friend but now she's actually a true friend. Weird. Dylan thought.

"Miss Marvil? Your car is waiting for you." One of her many assistant called through the door.

"Coming." Dylan shouted back as she straightened her her kimono and necklace. She bent down and grabbed her tote and pushed through her door. The loud sound of noise hit her like the strong, November wind in New York City.

"We got the highest ratings in a week again, Miss Marvil." Her assistant informed her.

"Great!" Dylan replied as she pushed her way through the racks. "Why are these in the middle of the way?"

"We'll move it right away." The assistant quickly hailed two workers and snapped her fingers. They scrambled to push the heavy racks of latest clothes to the dressing rooms.

Dylan brushed her hair back and stepped onto the escalator "See you tomorrow."

"Oh wait!" Her assistant quickly boarded onto the escalator and made her way quickly down.

Dylan rolled her eyes "Yes?" She stepped onto the platform and waited impatiently for her assistant.

"Here" Her assistant panted as she reached behind the huge marble booth that sat in the middle of her enormous lobby. She shifted through the boxes quickly as Dylan stood there, tapping her bronze, snakeskin gladiator shoes on the floor.

"There!" He assistant finally said as she pulled out... a bouquet of red roses. "It's for you. Got sent here at around... five fifteen-ish? You were in that important meeting so I couldn't give it to you. Here." She handed the roses to Dylan and bowed her head a little. "I'll be here at six for your early meeting on Monday!" She hurried away.

Dylan frowned Roses? From who? Oh, it better not be from Rick cause I dumped him about a month ago and- Dylan stopped thinking as she thumbed the little tag that stuck out in the middle of the roses.

Not that much of a pig anymore are you Dyl? Hey! I was joking, you know I was! We'll see you soon.

Dylan squinted "What the f-?"

Massie's Penthouse

Living Room

10:12 p.m.

Claire Lyons was sprawled on Massie's enormous purple, suede couch. Her gorgeous, wavy golden hair was spread out above her head and she was trying to drink the Perrier without spilling it on herself.

"And then she was all like 'Oh, Derrick's back'. Like I give a shit about that douchebag, right? I mean he practically cheated on me with three other girls and the-"

"Massie, he was drunk!"

"So? I was drunk but did I make out with two girls at the same time and have se-"

"Stop it! Please! I haven't been here for 5 minutes and you're already giving me a migraine."

"Why does he have to ruin everything?"

Claire rolled her eyes. "He hasn't ruined anything at all though."

"But he will, just watch. Like he did before. He'll come into New York and think he's all that and thinks he's the center of everything an-"

Claire automatically turned on the music in her head, ignoring Massie's venting session. What is it with Derrick Harrington that can bring out this side of Massie. The Massie she knew was always calm and collected. Even if something annoys her to death she always remains poised. But with Derrick it's like something explodes inside of her.

Suddenly, the elevator 'dinged'.

"Thank gawd" Claire though as she pushed herself up.

"We're here!" Alicia called out. "Traffic."

"Same!"

"Same here!"

Kristen crashed onto the couch and helped herself to the unfinished bottle of Claire's Perrier. "What did we miss?"

Claire opened her mouth to speak but Massie quickly cut her off "Nothing."

"Well, if we didn't miss something then you did. They're back." Alicia put in.

"Who's back?" Kristen asked.

"The boys."

"Really."

"Yup."

"So?"

"So? We hate them Kristen!"

"We do?"

"Yes we do!"

"And why do we hate them?" Claire cut in.

Alicia jerked her head towards Massie.

Massie snapped her head up "I don't hate them. What are you tawlking about?"

Alicia rolled her eyes "We all know you hate them, just admit it. It's fine!" She wrapped her arm around Massie. Massie shook it off.

"Let's get together with them."

"What?" Alicia shrieked.

"Leesh! Calm down! I don't hate them, they're were all pretty nice to us right?" Massie looked around at the girls and they all nodded.

"But Massie. You were just complaining about Derrick" Claire said as she fed herself some frozen yogurt from Massie's non-fat fridge.

"I was complaining, but that doesn't mean I hate him." Massie told her.

"Yes it does. When you complain about someone you always hate them." Claire insisted.

"Maybe this time's different." Massie said with her smile. The smile the girls all knew. They exchanged glances with each other.

"Mass? What are you going to do?" Dylan asked a little nervously.

"I don't know what're tawking about." She replied back nonchantly.

"Mass, we all know that smile. The 'I-goin-to-ruin-your-live-evil-smile'"

Massie was quiet for a few minutes. "Ok fine. You know the fashion show we're all going to be in tomorrow? The one with all of us in it? For the Gala Event?"

The girls nodded. They where all invited to the New York annual charity Gala Event where the featured the most popular stars that year. The girls had been in it for 2 years in a row. This being their 3rd year.

"Well" Massie continued. "We'll invite them their and suprise them."

Claire eyed her suspiciously "That's actually a... nice idea."

"I know right?" Massie replied back while sweetly, overly batting her eyelashes.

"Wait!" Dylan said as she pulled out her bouquet of roses.

"Ohhhh, they're so pretty!" Kristen gushed as she pinched one off the ground where Dylan had thrown them.

"They're so nawt pretty. Read the fine print Kristen!" Dylan said.

Kristen bent down and read it. Her face turned into confusion. "What-"

"What does it say?" Claire asked from her high stool.

Alicia bent down and picked it up in a swift motion. She read it aloud to the other girls.

Alicia nodded "Yup, they're definately back."

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