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January 2 - NEW YORK: Watch out, World!
It's official! Massie Block is going on a world tour this summer, and this is a not-to-be-missed event! At Dick Clark's Rockin' New Years Eve bash, she announced her blowout tour, which is tentatively scheduled to start mid-June - as if we needed the summer to be any hotter!

"Don't be immature," Massie Block teased as she brushed a stray curl off Derrick Harrington's face. "It's just a party, no big deal."

Derrick huffed playfully and stretched out across the seat of the slinky black limo. "Yeah, a party with every celebrity you've ever heard of. I mean, Dick Clark's New Year's special? Half the freaking world watches that. You couldn't have introduced me into the life of a Hollywood star any harder, could you? What if I make myself look like an idiot if Carmen Electra is there?"

Massie slapped his arm. "Ehmagawd! That would be a good thing. Last time I checked, I was your girlfriend."

"I was just kidding, babe," Derrick said quickly, but sincerely, leaning in to kiss her. "You're too easy to get all fired up."

"Hey now, let's not stress out the star on the night when she's scheduled to perform with the Jonas Brothers, announce a world tour, introduce the country to her boyfriend, co-host a nationwide TV special with yours truly, and ring in the New Year with half the A-list," Claire Lyons joked from across the limo, finally tearing her lips off Cam's to comment.

"Girl's got a point," Massie said breathlessly, draping her cashmere scarf around her neck. She swiveled on the toasty leather seat to glance at the swirling snowfall, grimacing at the thought of covering her perfect curls with her cashmere hat. "Of course it had to snow tonight. Of course."

Claire widened her eyes. "You don't like it? It's so pretty, I wish I had brought my camera!"

"Like there's not gonna be a gazillion cameras all over us tonght?" Massie pointed out, smoothing down her already-smooth hair. "Hey, just for the heck of it, rate me!"

Cam snickered. "Rate you? Seriously?"

Massie pouted. "Well, maybe I just like being told how hawt I am! I have a big night tonight!" She laughed and whipped a fur-trimmed mitten at his head.

"Alright, alright, I got it!" Derrick started. "Massie is looking super duper hot in a hot little dress thing in dark blue and hot see-through tights that are driving me crazy and her hair is all shiny and... hot, and her shoes are old boots and her lips are dark pink and so, so kissable-" Derrick was cut off with hysterical laughter from Claire and Cam and a passionate kiss from Massie.

Claire wiped her eyes and fought off more laughter. "Let me take care of this. Massie is rocking a navy knit Marc Jacobs minidress over sheer tights with vintage leather cowboy boots. Ralph, right? Her hair is in fabulous loose curls, her makeup is fit for national TV, and her cashmere ivory mittens and hat add the perfect touch. 10, for sure."

"Mine was better," Derrick muttered. "You left out the part about her kissable lips."

Massie ignored him and beamed. "You don't want to be rated, do you?"

Claire shook her head, letting her straight blonde hair fall into her face.

"Thought so. Anyways, Claire is looking as stunning as ever with her skinny, super dark wash True Religions tucked into limited-edition cream Cardy Uggs and a cute silk bomber jacket that matches the Uggs. Her hair is silky straight and her raspberry colored army-style cap is ah-dorable! 10, 10, 10!" Massie said as quickly as she could, collapsing with a giggle on Derrick's shoulder.

"You don't take no for an answer, do you?" Claire shook her head with a smile at her best friend.

"I'm Massie Block," She answered, major amounts of "duh" in her voice.

Bright lights seeped into the limo as they glided to a stop under a runway of street lamps, a red carpet unfolded in front of them. Massie couldn't help but to beam. Her life was absolutely perfect. She had the best friend, the best boyfriend, the best clothes, the best job, the best everything.

She had sat Derrick down to have a talk about the impending tour, which equaled to three months away from each other. With his soccer camp and her high profile, spending the summer together wouldn't be a possibility. She had set limits with her agent of three months max before coming back home to shoot Gossip Girl. And it was all working out perfectly. All the pieces of her life puzzle were fitting together.

"Ready?" She whispered in Derrick's ear.

He forced a smile. "I'm doing this for you, Mass."

"I know. I love you," She said as sweetly as she could.

"I love you too. Which is why I'm doing this," He repeated, scowling at the mass of press that encircled the car.

"Let's rock this," Massie cheered, leaning over Derrick to swing the door open.

He stepped out first before helping her out into the flurry of chaos and snow.

"Remember, just keep it casual. Give them minimum details," Massie advised him under her breath, earning a nod.

"Massie Block! How are you? You're looking fantastic tonight, as always," The first reporter gushed, thrusting a microphone under her nose.

"Aw, thanks! I'm so excited to be here; this is something I've wanted to do since forever! It was so generous of the network to invite me," Massie chirped, sliding her hand into Derrick's back pocket to comfort him.

The reporter's attention immediately flipped to Derrick. "And who is this?"

"I'm Derrick. You all probably know me as Massie Block's boyfriend, though," Derrick grinned, wrapping his arm around her waist.

The reporter laughed, her dried-out curls bouncing and frizzing. "Oh, you are a cute one! Give me the details," She said conspiratorially, winking at the camera.

"Well, we've known each other since way back when in middle school, and what can I say? Block's an amazing girl and I'm just a lucky guy," Derrick answered smoothly. Massie was undeniably impressed. He was acting like he'd been doing this forever.

"How sweet! He's a keeper, isn't he Mass?" She swooned, her beady eyes turning back to Massie, who tried not to wince at the flippant use of the nickname typically reserved for close friends.

"Absolutely. It's been great talking to you, see you around soon!" She said brightly before tugging Derrick off along the chain of cameras.

Nearly half an hour later, they finished the exhausting round of interviews and made it into the VIP room. Derrick watched with wide eyes as Massie greeted and hugged Gwen and Fergie and all three of the Jonas Brothers.

"I can't get over the fact that you know these people." He gazed around the star-packed room before turning his impressed stare back to her.

"Well, you know them too now," She feebly attempted to joke, but settled for hugging him and leaning her head against his chest. He rubbed her back softly, letting her cling to him.

Finally, she pulled back and sighed. "I better go. I have to go prep for the show, we start broadcasting in an hour. Go play pool with Cam and Kevin and Joe."

He kissed her quickly before she ran off to the stage. She paused to tip her head back and stick her tongue out for a snowflake, savoring the refreshing burst of winter.

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and marched up the steps to the grand platform of a stage, bowing a kiss to the masses of shrieking fans.

She had it all. Everything a girl could possibly want. And if she got her way, that was the way things would stay.

And Massie Block always got her way.

Didn't she?

r e v i e w !