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okay, so onto the story:
"We're going on a tour today," Kristen anounced to the nine friends in the hotel lobby. All the guys and all the girls were all piled on the soft white couches. It was ten in the morning, and already the day was starting out busy.
"Sounds good," Cam said and had an arm wrapped around Dylan. She laid her head on his firm shoulder and smiled. Cam nuzzled his face into her good smelling hair.
Kristen nodded and passed around brochures like an elementary school teacher. Everyone accepted the colorful printed paper and looked through it. As Kristen was almost done, a voice spoke up, "Mind if I join you?"
Everyone looked up and saw Kemp -as in Hurley- standing there, in khaki shorts and a blue button up shirt. His hair was a bit longer than they all remembered, and his smile was wide and suspicious. He was just there. Standing, like nothing was wrong. Like he was just welcomed. Well, he was welcome, but why did he come? No one knew, and it didn't look like anyone invited him because everyone wore the same mask of shock.
"Kemp," Kristen was the first to find her voice, she stood there with eyes wide. But then she smiled, once he extended both his arms out into a hug. Kristen smiled and quickly walked into them, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly back.
Everyone else just stared, especially Massie. She couldn't believe he was here! He made it very clear that he wasn't in the mood to talk to her or to his friends, with the way he never said goodbye to anyone. Not even to Kristen (who was his best friend) or to any of the guys. So Massie just stared at him, suddenly her stomach churning and her heart beating rapildly. Looking at Kemp was hard. It gave her all the memories, the good ones and the bad ones to remember. And looking at Derrick, was even worse, knowing that he was one of the reasons why she hurt Kemp the way she did.
Kemp and Kristen finally broke apart and he smiled at all of them, but not exactly at Massie. It was hard, because both of them had no idea what to do. They've been together so long, that it was hard to imagine living without one another. But they broke up, so they had no choice but to live without eachother. But no matter the standards, it was awkward.
"So, what's with the cold shoulder?" Kemp asked and held his arms out, ready for an embrace from anyone.
Everyone stared at each other awkwardly again. Then Claire smiled and hugged Kemp. That one move lightened the whole mood, Alicia and Dylan suddenly walked up to Kemp and hugged him. All the guys smiled and greeted him with warm welcomes. Everyone moved a bit forward except, Massie and Derrick. They both remained seated on the soft couches. Massie looked over to Derrick on his seat, and he looked back.
She gave him a worried look, but he just shrugged. It was the first time in a long time, that Massie and Derrick made some sort of contact. That small shrug, his movement of his shoulder, gave Massie more hope than she's ever felt for the past few weeks.
"Mass! Derrick!" Kristen called from the front of the lobby, waiting by the hotel's drive. "Come on! The van's here!"
Derrick stood up the same time Massie did. Massie could feel everyone's eyes on the two who were left behind. Derrick walked a bit ahead of Massie. He wasn't exactly talking to her, as far as Massie could tell, but he didn't exaclty hate her.
"Finally," Claire said and squeezed Josh's hand. Josh smiled at her and led her into the van. "Come on, you guys." He said and followed in after Claire.
Everyone slowly got in after him.
Once everyone was in, Massie somehow ended up right next to Kemp and the window. She was in an uncomfortable position with Kemp's bare knee hitting hers. Massie kept her eyes out the window. No matter how much it strained her neck, she refused to turn to her left and see Kemp's face. It's not like she was being mean, she was just afraid of looking at him. Afraid of all the questions that followed along after his look. Afraid of all the tears that would follow the questions. It was probably selfish, but Massie just couldn't take that much. Not after all the progess she's made, not after all the tears she's cried. She was just tired.
The ride to the volcanoes took a long time, almost an hour. Throughout the car ride, everyone quickly started talking about college in the fall and what career options they were looking forward to pursuing. Derrick was still very confident that he was going to Juiliard and will become a piano instructor there. Everyone was pretty much undecided from there, except Dylan who wanted to become an accountant and Cam who wanted a degree in medicine.
Massie had no idea what she wanted to do, and she honeslty wish they'd all stopped. It was just too much to hear, the future was coming but did they honestly have to think about it now?
"We're here!" Alicia said as the van came to a stop. She quickly got out of the backseat and jumped happily, as she looked at the large volcano, "we'll be doing som hiking, girls."
Dylan groaned, "ew."
Cam smiled and took her hand. The two got down, followed by everyone else. Massie and Kemp were the last to get down. Kemp looked at Massie and coughed then said, "Um, you go first."
Massie's breath hitched, her tongue suddenly twisting and preventing her from speaking. After a few more mintues, she spoke, "Um.. no, you go first."
Kemp avoided her eyes then said, "You can go first."
"No, Kemp, go ahead."
"Just go! Like you always do." He spat and looked away from her.
Massie's eyes began tearing but she blinked them away, she stayed in her seat. Kemp let out a sigh then got out of the van. Massie buried her face into her hands. Her tears fell from her eyes and seeped through her fingers. It only took one second for everything to crumble.
"Miss," a tap on the window came.
Massie quickly rubbed her eyes and wiped her tears. She looked up to see the van driver who was also their tour guide. He was wearing a cap that said 'Welcom to Paradise' and a t-shirt to match. He said through the open creak of the window. "Are you ready to come down?"
Massie just shook her head slowly, her heart pounding rapildy in her chest, "Um, you guys can go ahead, i'll just catch up."
"Are you sure, Miss?" His voice came through the tiny opening loudly in the silent car.
Massie nodded, "go right ahead. Just tell them... tell them, i'll be there." She avoided his eyes, because Massie knew that he could tell she had been crying.
But he nodded, "of course, miss." He looked at her one more time then turned around and walked back to the large group. Massie looked out the window and could see the nice man telling her friends some made up excuse. They all nodded, then shot the van a look. Kemp was staring down at his shoes, while Derrick was looking worriedly at the van.
After a minute of the tour guide talking, they all nodded and turned towards the trail. Once Massie was positive they were gone, she got out of the van. She pulled on the bottoms of her denim shorts and wiped her tears with her arm. She looked at her Converse and sat down on an empty bench that was next to a couple of palm trees.
Her heart felt funny in her chest, a slow beating yet a hard pain. Massie felt familiar to this pain, it definitely wasn't foreign to her. The slow beating, the thick pains in her chest, the feeling of emptiness, it was heartbreak. The most deadly disease.
Massie cursed under her breath. She hated the feeling of pain swelling into her body. It was horrible, like something was stabiing at her and she wanted to cry and just cry. Until her tears run out or until she'd completely give up.
"Are you okay?" a voice said behind her.
Massie turned around and saw that it was Derrick. Derrick Harrington was actually exchanging words with Massie Block. Massie looked up to meet his eyes, his perfect shining caramel brown eyes. That were sparkling under the low sunlight that peaked through the tall tree's leaves. He looked almost ... perfect. He sat down next to her on the bench, but faced the opposite direction of Massie's view
Massie looked over at him, he didn't look back. So, she turned to face her own view.
"What's wrong?" Derrick asked.
"Nothing," Massie replied bitterly. A stick was near her, she picked it up and began poking holes in the brown soil. Each circle was pressed firmly, as Massie stabbed the stick through it deeply.
Derrick stayed silent for a moment, so silent that Massie couldn't even hear him breathing. It was strange and suddenly Massie felt alone again. She turned to her side.
Was Derrick gone?
No, he was still there, but he was now standing in front of the bench instead of sitting on it. Massie blinked in disbelief, she didn't even hear Derrick get up. Derrick looked back at her, a low breeze coming by. The wind carried strands of his blond hair into the air. Massie stared at him in amazement for a minute. Sixty seconds was the time period. A whole minute of her eyes and his eyes was all that mattered. In sixty seconds, anything could happen in that time period. Someone could fall in love. Someone could have their heart broken. Someone could be breathing their last few breaths. Someone could be on top of the world.
But for Massie, that sixty seconds was the only time she hadn't felt such throbbing pains in her chest. It was almost as if everything was almost okay. Almost.
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