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Chapter 2: Moonlit

"It is with great honor that I present Westchester's new mayor: Derrick James Harrington!" The former mayor said as he shook hands with Derrick Harrington. Of course, former Mayor Ruiz wasn't exactly thrilled about a man as young and daring as Derrick taking his place. Derrick only chuckled as he shook hands with the thirty-five year old.

Derrick had just been elected as the mayor of Westchester. According to his newly hired staff and assistants, he had to maintain a low profile if he wanted to stick with the job. He realized that becoming mayor possessed a load of responsibilities, which didn't include partying, unfortunately.

So this was what he got for trying to achieve power. He guessed with power came responsibility as Spiderman had said.

He actually did get to celebrate with his family and friends, though.

His sister Sammi threw him a huge party back at their parents' place once they left city hall. Sammi worked as an extravagant party planner so of course, Derrick's parents got the family discount.

The lights that hung around the trees in Derrick's backyard reminded Derrick of the parties he and his sister used to throw when they were teenagers. He suddenly felt nostalgic and rather strange.

Kristen ran up to him, a smug grin on her face. "Hi."

Derrick raised a brow. "Yes? Can I help you?"

She scoffed. "Are you serious, Derrick? I came all the way over here to congratulate you for becoming mayor and this is how you treat me: like an obsessive stalker fan? What a waste of a human being, dear God."

He chuckled. Kristen had been his neighbor for years. Kristen had always come to Derrick for advice throughout their childhood.

He hugged her. "You know I joke a lot, right? How have you been?"

Kristen moved some hair away from her eyes. "I've been well. College has been…uh, extremely difficult: exactly what I wanted it to be."

"But you've got Massie with you? It shouldn't be too bad."

Kristen nodded. "She's a lot better under pressure than I am." When Kristen panicked over an essay she'd been slaving at for an entire week, Massie would usually be calmer with the same assignment.

Derrick widened his eyes skeptically. "You'd be surprised."

"Massie?" Kristen asked dubiously, "I would never picture her as someone who's high-maintenance…"

Massie walked in with Harris and Cam. They waved at Kristen and Derrick and headed over to grab some drinks.

"Have you seen her getting involved in the wedding plans? I have never seen her so…bossy."

"I find that very hard to believe." Kristen scoffed.

Then again, it sort of made sense. Massie loved weddings. She had been talking about it non-stop since they'd landed. It wouldn't exactly surprise Kristen that Massie had gotten passionate about the wedding plans.

Derrick decided to change the subject once he'd realized who else they'd just seen. "And the quest for a boyfriend is not a priority then?" He joked.

His (practically) sister stared down at her feet. "Nope. Probably won't be for a while."

"What about Fisher? When are you guys going to give it a go?" He knew there was something between Kristen and Cam. He played soccer with Cam and Kristen for years and anyone who didn't see the chemistry between the two of them must have been blind.

Kristen blushed. She shook her head, thinking it would help. "For your information, Cam and I are best friends. That's it. Plus, he's going out with that…thing he calls a human being."

Derrick chuckled as Kristen tried to stop herself from fuming. "Why don't you tell him how you feel? You know he had to settle for Becca when you didn't show any interest. Amazing acting, Gregory. You should be nominated for an Oscar for all of those years of pretending you didn't love him."

Gaping in shock at the mayor, Kristen stomped her foot on Derrick's foot, causing alarm at Derrick's party. He groaned in pain. She walked away, shaking her head and grinning.

"Mr. Harrington." Someone had said as she tapped him lightly on his shoulder.

Derrick turned around once the pain from his foot eased up. He stood up normally again and was surprised to see who wanted to speak to him.

"No way...Alicia?" Derrick's jaw dropped.

She had her arms crossed against her chest. She looked determined yet very stiff.

"Good to see you again, Derrick." She said, oozing confidence when really, she was trying very hard not to tremble from the nerves of seeing him again. However, considering how oblivious Derrick Harrington always was, she didn't worry about him noticing how nervous she was.

Derrick grinned at her. The last time he'd seen Alicia was at their graduation.

Graduation had ended. All of the students tossed their caps into the air. Everyone rejoiced. They hugged each other and took pictures.

Derrick had felt great. He was psyched about the party his family and friends were throwing. He finished high school, heading to Georgetown in the fall, and doing what he wanted to do.

What he didn't expect was Alicia walking towards him. She seemed upset...No, that wasn't it. She seemed anxious. Like she wanted to say something important to him.

"Hey." She said, cracking a smile.

"Hey." I smiled. Derrick remembered they had gone to prom together not even a week ago.

"Um, well..." She fumbled with her fingers. It was cute, he had to admit.

Derrick only smiled at her with a quizzical look on his face.

"Derrick, getting to know you has made this year spectacular. I-"

"Hey, man!" Derrick's best friend Griffin slapped his back. Strawberry and Kori were right behind Griffin. Kori was Derrick's ex-girlfriend but rumor had it that they were more than likely getting back together.

Derrick hugged his friends and had a small conversation with them but he made an effort not to exclude Alicia.

What Derrick hadn't realized was that Alicia had felt discouraged. Who was she kidding? She and Derrick were going separate ways. They hung out with completely different people. He probably would laugh at her if she told him what she had meant to tell him.

When Derrick's friends left, he asked Alicia, "Sorry about that. What was it that you were going to say, Alicia?"

Alicia blushed stubbornly, making up her mind. "I am really going to miss you. That's all."

Derrick smiled at her and hugged her. "I'm going to miss you, too."

"You've changed so much." Derrick observed as he took the chance to gaze at her. She wore a beautiful black dress that went down to her mid-thighs. Her heels made her a few inches taller but she had still stayed as petite as ever, making Derrick smile.

"So have you." Alicia nodded, raising an eyebrow. She felt a little uncomfortable as Derrick looked at her. It wasn't that she wasn't flattered. She thought he looked sexier than ever in that damned tuxedo. He looked better than he did at prom and let her tell you, he looked drop dead gorgeous that night.

"I mean, of course, not in a bad way. I mean, you look great. Uh, I mean, not like you didn't look great in high school." Derrick rambled but he thankfully didn't feel too embarrassed. Why would he feel embarrassed?

He'd seen Alicia do something he hadn't ever seen her do: she smiled in relief.

"Me, too." She laughed.

Alicia almost forgot how easy it could be to talk to Derrick and not get tongue-tied. Now that the years have passed, her pathetic crush on him was gone. She decided to ask him what she came up to him for.

"Derrick, I'm sorry to bother you and bring this up all of a sudden…" Alicia began as she tugged at the hum of her black satin dress' skirt.

However, Derrick had grown nostalgic all evening that he remembered their graduation night. He remembered Alicia had something to tell him and the more mature part of him knew that it wasn't that she wanted to say she would miss him. She could've said that anytime. She had been nervous, after all.

How could he have been so idiotic as to not ever wonder? What could Alicia have wanted to tell him?

Of course, being so busy and caught up in everything that happened after high school up to today seemed like a pretty solid excuse for his stupidity.

And he was wondering if she were going to bring it up.

"Derrick?" Alicia piped up.

"Yes?" He asked, suddenly embarrassed. He had spaced out for a moment with all those ideas in his head.

"Would you please let me interview you?" She asked.

"Come again?" He asked. What does that have to do with what she was going to say graduation night?

"I work for the newspaper at my school: Columbia. And my editor has been up in my case trying to get me to interview you."

"But why you?" Derrick couldn't help but asking. It all seemed too coincidental.

Alicia said, "She found out that I knew you."

"How?" He blurted.

Alicia blushed. "Um…Well, I was on Facebook the other day and he happened to catch me while I was on your profile…"

Derrick saw how that would make sense.

"So he figured if I knew you, then I could meet up with you and get an exclusive for our paper." Alicia had never felt more humiliated. She tried to cover up her stalker-like appearance by trying to make things a bit clearer. She didn't even want to know what was going through Derrick's head.

So she thought about him too, he thought. He thought he was the only that looked up alumni. Truth be told, Derrick thought Alicia had been one of the coolest girls in their grade. She was funny and smart. She was extremely talented and cute.

Cute, huh? Derrick never was able to put thoughts into words whenever he thought of Alicia. He hadn't been able to think about her much senior year because he'd had practice, college applications, and a girlfriend, Kori. However, he'd broken up with Kori a few months before graduation. He remembered hearing rumors about Kori wailing in the girls' bathroom about not having access to prom or having rides to school anymore. Now that he thought about it, he didn't know what he ever saw in her.

"So…what do you think?" Alicia asked after what felt like the longest silence.

Derrick cleared his throat. "Sure, I'll do it."

Alicia's face washed over with relief. "Really? That's great! Thank you so much!" She was smiling.

Her smile was contagious so he grinned at her. They hugged each other.

When they let go of each other, Derrick looked into Alicia's eyes and felt a weird jolt in his heart.

Alicia was going to punish herself when she got home. Her feelings for him weren't as repressed as she thought they'd been. They were resurfacing.

Meanwhile…

"Kemp..." Claire Lyons gripped her best friend's hands tightly with her own. "I have leukemia."

Skye squeezed Claire's hands. "You see? It wasn't that hard. You shouldn't be afraid to tell him."

Claire and Skye have been friends since childhood. Sometimes people have mistaken them as actual sisters because of their blonde hair and navy blue eyes. However, they couldn't be anymore different. Claire loved to study. Skye loved to dance. Somehow, they were able to get along pretty well. Claire was visiting Skye at her apartment.

Claire sighed. "But I'm getting married to him in two weeks. Marrying someone who is going to die in a matter of months isn't exactly the lifetime commitment he had in mind." She couldn't believe it. When she made the appointment to see her doctor, she was expecting her problems with sleeping and was coughing insanely to be from the common cold. When the doctor said she had chronic leukemia, she couldn't believe it.

She began shaking uncontrollably as she let some tears fall. "I just can't believe I've had it for so long. I mean, how could I not have known?"

Skye hugged her friend. "I did some research last night. Your case of leukemia isn't as severe. You still have a fighting chance."

Claire sighed. "I'm just afraid that he won't take the news as I hoped he would."

Skye shrugged. "Well, you don't know that. You love him, don't you?'

Claire was about to cry from all the frustration. She nodded.

"If you wait any longer to tell him, he'll be more heartbroken." Skye said as she ran her hands through her hair.

Claire knew that she was right. She had to tell him.

Plus, there was a chance that she could survive. She had to make sure Kemp knew that. She loved him and she wanted to get married to him. She just hoped he felt the same way.

Skye's phone started ringing. Claire noticed her friend's face turning a bit odd as she checked the caller ID. Skye blushed and shook her head. She let the phone keep ringing until it reached her answering machine.

"Aren't you going to answer that?" Claire frowned.

Skye almost forgot that Claire had been right next to her. "Huh? Oh, that? No." Skye shook her head frantically.

Claire smiled warily.

Skye's answering machine played: "Hey! You've reach Skye Hamilton's answering machine. I'm not here at the moment but leave a message and your info if need be so I can get back to you. Later!"

Her machine beeped and her heart skipped a beat when she heard his voice.

"Hey. I was hoping we could meet tonight because there were still some things we needed to talk about. And I just wanted to know if you were okay…Well, please call me back. See you soon. I hope anyways."

When the message had ended, Claire's sullen mood had shifted to that of a meddling friend. "Skye! Who was that? He's obviously madly in love with you!"

Skye gaped at Claire. "No way!" She denied.

Claire glared at her, raising a brow.

Skye felt scrutinized under her gaze.

"So…what's his name?" Claire asked.

Skye knew she couldn't get around this. Plus, she had been desperate to talk to someone about her dilemma with Chris. Claire seemed like the best person.

She began, "Well, his name's Chris: Chris Abeley."

Meanwhile…

"Okay, people. We need to make sure the playlist for the wedding is completely done!" Massie Block clapped.

Harris suppressed an eye roll. He knew Massie was intentionally doing that to annoy him, considering there weren't any other people besides them at her house.

"Come on, Harris. Just this one last thing and then we can do what you want." Massie said convincingly as she tugged on his sleeve. He met her eyes and she smiled at him.

He rolled his eyes and grinned back. "All right. All right."

They sat down on the plush carpet and checked the list of songs they made sure was going to play at the reception for Claire and Kemp's wedding.

"Lifehouse..." Harris saw the name of one of his favorite songs by the band on Claire's list. "Good choice."

Harris handed Massie the list so she could see it. "I was hoping she'd put that song on here. It's one of my favorites."

"Let me guess," Harris began, "You danced to that with the dreamy high school quarterback at prom."

Massie tossed her head back and laughed sarcastically. "No." She said bluntly. "For your information, I went to prom with Todd Lyons."

"Really?" Harris raised his eyebrows. "I didn't know you guys…"

"We didn't." Massie rolled her eyes at Harris in disapproval as she checked some of the songs on Kemp's list. "Todd's girlfriend dumped him. I had no one I was particularly interested in. It only seemed right for us to go together."

"I see." Harris nodded.

A tense silence had followed. Massie sighed as she looked through of the CDs in her collection.

"You know, I was in town for that weekend. You could've just asked me to go with you."

Massie couldn't believe what Harris had just said to her. Was she dreaming?

"You're joking."

Harris shook his head. "I'm not. I wasn't seeing anybody. You're my little bro's best friend. I would've done it."

Massie shoulders slumped. "Oh, right."

Harris knew he said something wrong. He saw a disappointed look on his friend's face.

He was surprised when Massie looked up at him with a look that almost scared him.

Massie gazed at Harris longingly. She batted her eyelashes lightly so as not to look like an idiot. She leaned towards him.

And kissed him.

Harris was taken by surprise. The rational side of him wanted him to let go but his heart told him not to let go. He wasn't upset. In fact, it seemed like he was waiting for this to happen for the longest time.

Massie wrapped her arms around his neck. Harris caressed her face. The kiss was almost perfect. It could've been perfect if not for Massie's dog watching them. Bean barked.

Massie and Harris let go and found Bean watching them. Massie blushed. Harris scratched the back of his head.

Meanwhile…

Chris Plovert sighed in frustration. He stirred his hot chocolate, sitting at the counter at Baxter's.

Dune walked over to him. "What's wrong with you? You seem pretty upset about something."

Chris looked up at the cheeky blond. He laughed. "Not really. I'm just sort of confused about someone, that's all."

Dune frowned. "Oh? Well, is there anything I can do to help?"

Chris scratched his short brown hair. "I'm sure you have never had problems in the dating department."

Dune was stunned. "Excuse me?"

Chris realized what he'd just said and laughed. "Sorry, what I meant to say was that you never seem to have problems with dating. Then again, I wouldn't know. People say I'm a great judge of character, though."

Dune looked at him skeptically. "Really?"

Chris shook his head and smiled. "I know it's hard to believe but anyway, I've liked someone for a while now. I know him pretty well, but I just don't know how to tell him.

Dune almost perked up at his having said that, Chris noticed. Dune knew that Chris was gay so Chris didn't feel uncomfortable asking him for relationship advice. Dune had always been a good friend, ever since Chris moved to the city.

The blond wiped the counter as he listened attentively to his friend.

"You know Dempsey, right?" Chris asked.

Dune eyed him warily for a second but Chris hadn't noticed. "Yeah. He's all right."

Chris sighed. "I already decided that I would tell him, but the thing is…I have no idea how to put it into words." He laughed nervously. "It's funny. Me being gay and all and I have no idea how to put my thoughts into words."

Dune laughed with him. "Trust me, there's not ever a perfect way to say things. You've just gotta make sure your feelings come across to the person you're talking to. Just do what you've gotta do and everything else will fall into place somehow."

Chris was attentive to everything his friend had said. Why was he being so dramatic? It was all so simple. Just tell the guy how you feel. It isn't the end of the world if he doesn't feel the same way.

"Thanks Dune!" Chris felt a surge of energy go through him. He paid for his hot chocolate and ran out of the restaurant.

And would anyone believe it? Chris almost ran into Dempsey on his way to look for him at his apartment.

"Dempsey!" Chris said.

Dempsey grinned. "Hey, Chris. How's it going?"

"Great." Chris reassured himself. "How about you?"

"Fine. Actually, I was looking for you because I wanted to talk to you about something."

Chris's heart started racing. Could this be it?

"Sure." Chris nodded as Dempsey led him back into the diner.

Chris noticed Dune watching them. Dune met Chris's eyes and gave him a thumbs up.

They sat down at a booth. Dempsey cut to the chase. "Hey, I know this seems sudden but…"

Here it comes, Chris thought.

"Is your friend Olivia seeing anybody?" Dempsey asked.

An avalanche could've been coming their way and Chris wouldn't have noticed. He was shocked. What? Had he heard him right?

Dempsey adjusted his beanie. "Yeah. I think she's pretty cool and I wanted to ask her out. Of course, since you two are best friends, it made sense to ask you for your approval."

Absolutely fucking not!

Chris held in a deep breath and exhaled as if his life depended on it. "I don't see a problem with you asking her out."

"Really?" Dempsey was oblivious to how heartbroken and disappointed Chris was.

Chris almost choked. "You have my blessing."

Dempsey was about as joyful as a little boy on Christmas Day. For such a cool guy, he never looked so stupid, Chris thought bitterly. "Thanks, Chris! I've gotta go and find her! I'll see you around!"

Chris was left at the booth, kicking under the table pretending Dempsey's shins were there.

Meanwhile…

Dylan Marvil was flipping through her AP Biology Exam Prep book. "And Mrs. Clyde said that flipping through some pages for half an hour a day would help. Right…" She said skeptically as she yawned. She was plopped onto her bed, relaxing.

She took a break and logged on to her laptop. She went onto YouTube and found that the trailer for A Trip with Destiny was released. Her old friend and childhood crush Landon was starring in it. She got chills when she saw him on television or in a movie trailer whenever she went to the movies. She was amazed at how much he liked to keep in touch. Besides the fact that they were best friends, Landon was madly in love with her older sister, Jaime.

Landon had always been handsome and charming. While most guys in Westchester went out of their way to impress girls, they played soccer or baseball. Landon was different. He got into the drama department and journalism. He even tampered with some ideas for songs. He was extremely talented.

It didn't surprise her that he would soon enough become discovered.

His latest movie was about his character Austin catching a train to go up to Maine to see his family. He ends up meeting a free-spirited girl named Destiny who changes his life. They fall in love but Destiny's secret is what could split them up forever.

According to Hollywood's best sources, Landon co-wrote the screenplay for the movie. Dylan was psyched for her good friend.

Her parents were out for an early dinner while her sisters were out doing some last minute shopping. Dylan was proud of herself for thinking ahead and getting the shopping out of the way weeks ago.

She heard pebbles being tossed at her window.

"How Rapunzel-like…" Dylan began as she walked over to her window. She pulled it up and looked down to see Landon waiting for her.

"Landon!" Dylan gaped. "What are you doing here?" Does he want to be attacked by mobs of fans? Did he know that his biggest fans lived next door: twelve-year-old twins Ally and Maddy Tomlinson?

Landon coughed a bit from the cold. "Can I come in?" He asked.

Realizing that she was attracting attention to herself by speaking loudly from the window, Dylan said, "Just give me a sec to come downstairs!" She closed her window and ran down to let him in.

She opened the door to him and jumped into his arms.

"It's great to see you, too, Dylan!" Landon laughed as he hugged her back.

Landon put her down on her feet and she let him in.

"This place hasn't changed much." He nodded as he took his coat off and placed it on one of the hangers.

Dylan, all of a sudden, felt nostalgic. It seemed like it was just yesterday when Landon dropped by to help her coordinate the school's talent show before his graduation.

"What brings you back here?" Dylan asked as she led him into the kitchen.

"I'm here for the holidays. And I needed a favor from my best friend." He rubbed the top of her head, making her red hair frizzy.

Laughing, Dylan tugged at one of her messy pigtails. "Well, it was nice of you to visit. I'm gonna take a wild guess here…Does it have to do with Jaime?" Landon was best friends with Dylan's sisters, too but Dylan remembered that he was quite taken with Jaime.

A smile tugged at his lips. "How did you know?"

Dylan laughed. "Do you really want me to answer that question?"

Landon sighed as he sat down on the couch like he would've when he was still in high school, visiting the Marvils. "Is she seeing anyone?"

Dylan shook her head. "Old crushes die hard."

Landon sighed. "You can say that again."

Meanwhile…

Layne was doing grocery shopping with Cam. Considering that Layne and Kristen were cousins, she obviously knew Kristen more than most people. And she also knew Cam well enough to call him her best friend, as well.

"So…" Layne began as she got some ingredients for the cake that her mom was planning to bake. "You must be pretty psyched that your best friends are back in town, huh?"

Cam nodded. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" He grew suspicious fast.

"I'm not saying you wouldn't. You just seemed…"

"Well, seemed what?"

"You seemed a lot more attached to Kristen. And I'm not the only one who thinks that." Layne stared at the black haired boy carefully.

Cam laughed nervously. "Layne, I have a girlfriend…"

"And she happens to be a total ice princess if you pick up what I'm putting down." Layne raised her eyebrows.

Cam exhaled. "You don't know Becca like I do."

"No one has to know her like you do to figure out that she's a royal pain in the-"

"Hey, Cam!" Becca exclaimed as she found Layne and Cam in the frozen section of the supermarket.

Layne fought the urge to roll her eyes. She absolutely loathed Becca. Everyone disliked her. It's just that everyone didn't have the decency of letting her know that she was unwelcome, considering her father was one of the most generous benefactors in Westchester.

After some small talk, Layne decided to escape the couple. "Hey, I forgot a few things that my mom asked me to get so I'll meet you later. It was nice seeing you, Becca."

Layne let out a relieve sigh. "Thank God I got out of there."

"Fancy meeting you here, Layne."

Layne heard a charmingly deep voice and found Josh with his sister Lottie, who was handling the shopping cart.

"Josh! Hi." Layne managed to form some syllables.

He smiled. "Your parents made you go out shopping, too, huh?"

Lottie spat, "They might as well have sent me alone since I'm doing everything!"

Layne laughed. "Looks to me like you're not being the role model you're supposed to be."

Josh chuckled and touched Lottie's shoulder, whispering in her ear. A look of realization passed through her face. Lottie took the cart, waved goodbye to Layne, and headed off to another aisle.

"What was that about?" Layne asked, adjusting her beanie.

"I don't want Lottie here making fun of me when I ask you this: Do you have a date to Kemp and Claire's wedding?"

Layne almost forgot to breathe. "No, actually."

Josh shoved his hands in his pockets and looked up at her. "Would you like to be my date?"

Layne breathed. "Absolutely."

Meanwhile…

"So, Daddy said his flight would arrive just in time for the benefit. He said he was bringing extra luggage. Do you know what that means?" Becca rambled on and on as Cam finished getting groceries.

Cam felt really exhausted, particularly after hearing Becca talk about herself for the past half hour. "No, not really."

"Silly!" She was oblivious to his bitterness. "He's bringing me back my Christmas present: a whole new wardrobe from Milan!"

It pretty much went on like this until Cam and Becca parted in the parking lot of the supermarket.

Cam wondered why he was still going out with her.

He thought there was substance within her but clearly, she had always been style over substance.

On his drive back home, he noticed a familiar dirty blonde jogging. He rolled down his car window and called out to her.

"Hey! Looks like you need a break. Hop on!" He boldly said.

Kristen smiled wide and hopped on into his passenger seat.

Once Kristen helped Cam with taking the groceries into his house, Cam offered her some lemonade. She downed a cup of it in seconds.

"Thank you!" She gasped.

Cam laughed. "How long have you been running?"

"A few hours." Kristen nodded.

Cam was impressed. "Why?"

"I wanted to get into shape." She said as she served herself some more lemonade.

Cam was skeptical. "But you look great!"

Kristen flushed, not believing a word he'd just said.

"Uh, sorry…If that made you uncomfortable."

Kristen stayed silent. Her heart rate was racing and ever since, she'd been getting closer to Cam, it was only getting worse.

"Kristen?" Cam asked.

She looked up at him.

"Would it make you feel better if I took what I said back?"

Kristen grew frustrated. She shook her head. She might as well tell him now. She was leaving in a few weeks. And if you can't tell the one you love at Christmas how you feel, then when can you?

"For the love of God, Cam, how long is it going to take for you to realize that…" Kristen was incensed with frustration.

Cam waited for her to finish but he was curious to know what she would say.

"I love you." She said.

When Cam stayed silent (because clearly he was surprised she felt this way), Kristen took that as his answer.

She ran out the door and ran back home.

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Oh, and Josh's sister's name was inspired by Lottie Tomlinson, Louis's little sister. :)