Aloha everyone. Sorry it took me forever. Music is very important in this story so I will randomly put what I listened to when writing. Hope you like the first chapter.
Disclaimer: Glares at computer screen
Listening: My mom yelling at me to pay attention to her.
"Hey Derrick." Claire welcomed her boyfriend of almost three years into her spacious bedroom. A lot had changed since seventh grade to spring of senior year. Instead of the Friday night sleepover being at Massie's house, it rotated, and since all of the girls had boyfriends their guys came along also. Nothing ever happened -nothing that the rest of them knew of- the guys were there to make it more fun. And they could dish out some pretty cruel dares.
"Hey, love." Derrick said in a faint British accent. Another thing that had changed. After eighth grade Derrick's family had to move to England for his fathers job. They had planned on staying there until after high school was over, but the company wanted him to move back to the States after two years. After they moved back Claire and him got together, and now she has his yummy voice, looks, and body all to herself. Derrick could switch to an American accent, but he only used it when he was extremely serious or nervous.
Derrick set his duffel bag on the edge of her king- sized bed, picked Claire up, and set her on her mahogany desk, and proceeded to kiss her slowly, yet passionately. Just as he licked her bottom lip, begging for entrance into her mint- scented mouth, Massie and her boyfriend of a year, Josh Hotz strolled into her room. Seeing Claire and Derrick in this position- still making out- they looked at each other, back at the occupied couple, and screamed "STD!", as loud as they could, at the same time. Derrick let out a sigh, then a groan, and Claire blushed a light pink at being caught.
Hey, at least it wasn't her mom and dad. Again.
"Come in guys!" Claire scowled at them. Massie shrugged and handed Josh her purple- what other color- suitcase. He sighed, grabbed the suitcase and his duffel bag, and her bag, and walked over to Claire's bed. He then dropped the bags next to Derrick's duffel. Derrick had sat down in Claire's swivel chair with her snuggled on his lap. Josh walked over to her white leather chaise with Massie snuggled at his side.
"When are Dylan and Chris going to be here?" Claire said, referring to their other friends, Dylan and her boyfriend of six months, Chris Plovert.
"She texted me on our way over. She said about ten minutes."
"What about Kristen, and Alicia?" Claire questioned.
"Kristen, about fifteen, and Alicia's bringing the pizza, so about twenty." They always had a huge food buffet. It was mainly for the guys, but Claire, Dylan, and Kristen could eat like guys sometimes too.
"Massie, did you tell Kristen to pick up egg rolls?"
"Yup. She's picking them up from Red Palace, and Dylan's got the dessert." Claire's Tiffany- box colored eyes lit up when she heard this. Dylan picking the dessert was like sleeping in until two P.M. after staying up all night, and not getting any sleep for two days. Bliss. Two weeks ago it was chocolate coconut crème cake. Last week is was giant fudge brownies. Who knew what it would be this week. Hopefully it would be something with chocolate. Claire walked over to her speakers and plugged in her ipod. Another thing that had changed. Claire's life now revolved around music, and her taste changed too. That was one of the things that made her and Derrick so close. They both liked Alternative, and Indie music.
"Derrick pick a song." They always did this. Whenever there was a comfortable silence in the room they would pick a song that they knew everyone else in the room hated. Derrick stood up with an evil grin on his face. He whispered in her ear so Massie wouldn't hear.
"NYC is Like a Graveyard."
"I was hoping you would choose that one." The Moldy Peaches suddenly could be heard from her speakers.
New York City's Like a Graveyard
"NOOOOO! " Massie shrieked loudly once she figured out what the song was.
"How can you listen to this crap?" Massie questioned incredulously. Claire and Derrick's eyes widened suddenly they glared at her. Claire walked over and paused the music. Oh no.
Switchfoot: Stars
"This is not crap." Claire said very seriously. "The Moldy Peaches are different, unusual, and brilliant." Do you see what I mean? Claire continued to glare at her, and Josh wrapped an arm around Massie protectively, as if Claire would attack her. Maybe she would. Thankfully Dylan and Chris plowed into the room as if the hallway was infested in cockroaches. Oh, wait. It was. Todd was out there probably looking for food. Shocker.
"Come on Dylan! Just a bite!" Todd maybe fifteen now, but he was still the same immature kid we all know and love.
"No you little rodent! You buy them, you eat them! If not, you're not getting any of these!" Massie and Claire burst out laughing when they saw Chris's expression. His pale cheeks were bright red, and his hair was windblown. He looked like he had just run from a monster, or had a really good sex. With Dylan and Chris, you never really knew. Dylan had the ability to enter herself into every kind of situation possible. Yes, even a monster, and their relationship was about as physical as Emmett and Rosalie's from Twilight.
"God, Claire. I thought you were training him to be better than that!" Claire giggled a squirrelly giggle. It was the same noise she made when she knew she really shouldn't be laughing, but she really couldn't help it.
"Alright everyone. I have… what you've all been waiting for… two… bite… brownies." Dylan said dramatically ripping the Ukrpos bag off of the container. Everyone's eyes lit up.
"Oh, guys, I forgot to tell you. My mom bought me a mini fridge for my room!" Claire said excitedly.
"Yes! Now your brother will stop stealing all of our food." Josh exclaimed.
"Don't forget her dad." Derrick grumbled. He still held a grudge against Jay Lyons for eating his pineapple ice cream that he had to ordered all the way from South Carolina because they didn't sell it in Westchester.
Claire rolled her eyes. "Yup. I'll put the brownies in it."
The door then opened and in walked a muscular blonde girl carrying a sports bag, and a red paper bag that had a delicious scent curling in the air, and tempting everyone. A boy with black hair and blue, and green eyes walked right at her heels. Then he shut the door quickly.
" I do not want Todd, or your dad, Claire to smell those egg rolls and Spring rolls. They like Chinese food more than the actual Chinese people." Cam Fisher grouched. Kristen Gregory- his girlfriend of a year yesterday- rolled her celery green eyes.
"What were you saying Claire? Something about putting a thing in something?"
Josh snorted. "That's what she said." Kristen blushed when she realized what she, and Josh said. Last sleepover at Alicia's house they watched the five seasons of the Office. It quickly became their favorite television show.
Avril Lavigne: Nobody's Home
Claire chuckled. "I was saying that I just got a mini fridge and we can put the food in there."
Kristen's eyes lit up. "Good, because I bought Dr. Pepper and Pepsi."
"Kris we didn't ask you to bring that." Massie said. She was working on her people skills.
"I know, but Cam was thirsty and I wanted Dr. Pepper." She said simply while walking over to Claire's bed and dropping her bag on it.
"Hey, I'm not complaining." Claire walked over to Kristen and Cam, gave them both hugs and took the food. She brought it over to the corner of her silver- walled room where a small black fridge was. She opened the door and put the food in. When she turned around, her cell phone started playing "Cable Car" by The Fray. Then the song started again. She had two texts.
I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth
I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth
She pulled her phone out of the charger. Flipped the screen up, and her eyes moved across the screen quickly.
"Alicia says they're here." Her fingers moved across the keypad, deleting the message, and clicking on the other one. She bit her lower lip, and her palms became sweaty. This didn't get by Derrick as she hoped it would.
"Who was that from, Claire?" Derrick questioned, suspiciously. Claire shrugged the question off.
"Just my mom. She was wondering if we were eating dinner with everyone else." Her fingers quickly mover across the keypad, again, though it seemed at a faster pace.
Listening: My health teacher rambling on, and on about calories.
Lately, this had been happening a lot. When everyone was having a good time, Claire would get a text message and Claire wouldn't tell anyone what it said. Not even Derrick. He would see what her reaction was and get protective, and suspicious. No, not that she was cheating on him. Her reaction wasn't one of guilt, or glee. It was worry. Fear. And, Derrick trusted her way more than that. The relationship that lacked the foundation of trust was Massie's, and Josh's. Josh was the all around nice guy and Massie was, well, Massie. She climbed the social, academia, and sports ladder, and didn't care who she stepped on in the process. Since Massie would hardly talk to anyone who wasn't in her social circle to find out the truth, when Josh would help a girl pick up her books, or be the partner for the looser girl in class, Massie would automatically think he was cheating on her. You would think that after six months of exclusive dating she would trust him, but no.
Derrick was about to say something else when the door opened and the scent of Grace's pizza could be smelt. Then Alicia walked thorough the door. Grace's Place was a new pizza parlor in town that cost an arm and a leg to buy from, but had the best pizza. They bought the lot Slice of Heaven was in when it went out of business in Westchester, making the Hastings's move to New York City. At least Griffin would fit in with the other homosexuals.
Lifehouse: Whatever It Takes (I told you Danyelle!)
"Hey Guys." The raven haired beauty said, completely empty handed. Her new Manolo Blahnik's were clacking on the floor so loudly they were threatening to put holes in the hardwood. The no longer completely perverted Kemp Hurley was almost behind her struggling with two pizza boxes, Alicia's wheeled suitcases, and his Nike duffel bag. Claire snorted when she saw the sight and went back to Derrick. The boxes were resting on the palm or his right hand, waiter style. His duffel strap was hanging on his shoulder and with the same arm, he was dragging Alicia's suitcase up the carpeted stairs. He huffed his was into the room and said,
"Thanks for the help, Leesh." She looked up from her spot on the electric blue comforter with an apologetic look on her tanned face.
"Oh, shit. Sorry Kemp. Anyways, Massie, I have gossip worth fifty points." This got all of the girls interested, and even the guys. They had all been informed on what gossip points were, and every last one of them thought it was stupid. Even Derrick who was the most whipped. They all knew, though, that fifty points had to be big. Really big.
"Spill Alicia." Massie demanded leaning forward in the chaise.
"Okay," Alicia said with a glint in her eye. She lived for this. "I heard my parents on a conference call with everyone else's parents saying that they need a break from Westchester so they're going to Boston, not tomorrow, but next Saturday." She paused to take a breath, and Massie thought she was done.
"Well, Alicia, that's great for you, but why do our parents need to know about this? And how does this benefit us?" Massie snapped.
"Would you would let me finish? Get this, all of our parents agreed. They're all going. Kemp's, Claire's, Derrick's, Kristen's, Cam's, Josh's, yours, Dylan's, and Chris's." She finished with an excited look in her brown eyes.
"So this means," Dylan started.
"They're leaving us home." Derrick added.
"Alone." Claire continued.
"For the weekend," Josh said dumbfounded.
"With no adult supervision." Massie finished.
For a second in time you could almost hear all ten hearts beat, filled with anticipation, hope, and a million other things. But, there was one feeling that outshone them all. Ecstasy.