THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG. I REPOSTED CHAPTER FOUR AND FIVE BECAUSE NONE OF MY PAGE BREAKERS WORKED. AND BECAUSE CHAPTER FOUR WAS INCOMPLETE. I POSTED AN INCOMPLETE CHAPTER. OMG. I'M SORRY! Now I get why people were commenting about how they couldn't wait for Massington to meet.

ARGH. I HATE FANFICTION RIGHT NOW.

-o-

WHOOPS. I was reading past chapters to figure out what day Massie met Chris's friends, and I stumbled upon something. In chapter one, I said that her aunt's name was Sandra, but in chapter two it became Kate. So, yeah. It's Kate. Sorry.

Okay. So. I changed my mind about this story. It's not going to be some deep dramatic shiz. It's going to be more of a…lighter story. I've wanted one of those; a 'go with the flow' story...do you get it? I promise I'm gonna try my hardest to make it not suck ;) And, maybe I'll write it in first person, I'm not sure…I always find it more entertaining(and weirder) when I write first person. I think it's because I'm an extremely talkative person…yeah…I'm going to tone that down when I write…but, yeah…I'm gonna edit the first three chapters someday…or not…I don't know…maybe when I'm not so lazy…yeah.

Let's get on with it, shall we?

at least you think that life is something in you
(
California bound – Carolina liar)

"Massie!" Chris yelled loudly from the door. "Wake up!"

Naturally, I pretended not to hear him. I counted each of my inhales and exhales, making sure they were even.

Oh, the effort I put into faking sleep.

"Come on, Massie, I know you," Chris said, and I could feel him coming closer. "I know it's a bad habit of yours to fake sleep."

In my defense, I'm not a morning person! And it was too early to be awake!

I hate waking up during school days.

"Massie," Chris said, shaking my shoulder.

I hate it when someone shakes your shoulder to wake you up; I mean, you can't really pretend you're still asleep, can you?

"Go away," I said, keeping my eyes closed.

"If you don't get up, we're going to be late. You can't be late at the first day of school," he said.

"I was late last year," I informed him; it was true. I arrived five minutes after the bell started. I have a bad habit of always being late…

"I don't care," he said, shaking my shoulder again. "Last year, you went to school alone. In a different place. This year, if you're late, I'm late. Or, I could always just leave you here," he threatened. I really didn't care. But I sat up.

"I'm up," I said. "I'm up. Okay? Now, go away."

He stood up, gave me a look, then walked out of my room, not bothering to close the door. I lied back down on the bed and looked at the clock. I had forty-five minutes to get ready; if I slept for five more minutes, I'll have forty minutes to get ready, and that's more than enough. Yeah. Five more minutes.

I closed my eyes and drifted into that state between consciousness and unconsciousness.

Due to instinct, great sense of time, and the fact that I've done this so many times before, I opened my eyes five minutes later. Not exactly five minutes, of course. That would be weird.

Still being too lazy to get up and get ready, I just lay there, thinking of nothing except for the fact that maybe I should stop doing this, and maybe I wouldn't always be late if I wasn't so lazy in the morning. And, just like every day, I dismissed the thought. This works for me.

"Massie!" Chris said, standing in the doorway.

"I'm awake," I said.

"Yeah, but you're not moving!"

I kicked my blankets away and swung my legs off the bed, and got up. "Happy?"

"Ecstatic," he said, going away after this display of my energy.

Well, there was no use lying back down.

-o-

I half-slept in the car ride; I was in that state in between conscious and unconscious again. Although, I do remember stopping by Dylan Marvil's house to pick her up. The first thing she said when she saw me sprawled out on the back seat was: "Not a morning person?"

"Horrible morning person," Chris said.

I didn't bother to say anything.

"She and Derrick could be horrible together," she said as she slammed the car door shut.

Derrick Harrington. You know, this past week, I have been interested in him. I mean, I haven't met him yet; sure, Dylan and the others visited him, like, every day, but I chose to stay at home. Seriously, what would you feel if someone you don't know just came into your house and joined everything you were supposed to do?

So, yeah. Wouldn't you be interested in him too? A boy you've never met, but all your new friends know him and talk about him. Interesting, right?

Yeah.

-o-

When we finally arrived at school, I was almost totally asleep.

Goodness. I should stop sleeping at 2 a.m.

So, yeah. Chris opened my door because I was too lazy to get up. I was going to get up; but I was going to get up at the last minute and drag myself around.

"Dude, stand up already," he said, staring down at my face.

"You know, you could carry me or something," I suggested. I wasn't serious—okay, I was slightly serious. And sometimes this thing works. I joke about something that I actually want, and they give it to me! But only sometimes…

"No," he said bluntly.

"Loving family," I said, sitting up and climbing out the door.

I looked around. Hmm. Octavian Country Day High was nice. I mean, I can't really say if I liked it or not, considering I've been here about three minutes. But, yeah. It looked nice; better than the average high school. Yeah.

"What do you think?" Chris said.

"Can't really say yet."

"Massie!" Olivia Ryan said, walking over to Chris and me. "Plovert!"

Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention. Apparently everyone calls my cousin by his last name, "Plovert," because there were a lot of students named "Chris." And all of the people named "Chris" are called by their last names in school.

Meh. I'm his cousin; I can call him whatever I want.

"Olivia," I said, smiling. Out of all of my new friends, the ones that are closest to me are Olivia, Alicia, and, of course, Dylan. For now. I will get close to everyone!

Okay, that was weird.

"Come on," she said, grabbing my wrist. "I'll introduce you to Derrick."

My curiosity just grew again.

Well, I heard him before I met him. "Oh, piss off, Josh," he said. I determined that the person obscured by Josh and Cam was Derrick because, A) I have never heard that voice before and; B) The voice had an accent. And I know that Derrick spends his summers in Britain with his dad; the others told me.

Olivia went right through everyone, who all greeted me as I was dragged. I tried to greet them back.

"Derrick, this is Massie," Olivia said as I said hi to Alicia, which is why I didn't see him yet. I turned my head around to face him when I heard my name.

Okay.

Hmm.

Well.

Yeah.

He was okay looking.

That was an understatement.

It's not like I have a crush on him or anything, but he was cute. Kind of more than cute, actually. Maybe hot. He had really nice looking dirty blonde hair, a strong jaw, and caramel eyes framed by full, light brown eyelashes (did you know that boys genetically have fuller and longer eyelashes than normal girls? I know! It's so annoying!).

"Derrick Harrington," he said, smiling. No. Wait. Smirking. Yeah. It was more of a smirk. A kind of familiar smirk. Derrick Harrington seemed familiar. Like I've seen him before. Somewhere. I have no idea where.

"Massie Block," I said, and I see the slight crease of his eyebrows, which (probably) means that he recognizes me too!

"Hey, have we met before?" he asked.

"Seriously, Derrick?" Olivia asked. "You use that line?"

"Liv, I'm serious."

"Whatever."

"I don't know," I said. I'll probably remember later; I won't be able to do anything until I figure this out, anyway. It'll bother me as long as I don't know.

He shook his head slightly and shrugged. "Ah, well. Met you before, met you today, what's the difference, really?"

Nice philosophy.

-o-

I was walking with Olivia to the Admissions Office when it hit me.

I remember Derrick Harrington now.

And, holy shit. No way.

Mwahahahaha.

Is it wrong that I take great pleasure in depriving you of the Massie-Derrick past?

'Cause I do.

Mwahahahaha.

P.S. I'm not sure, but I might add minimal cursing to this; I mean, it's in first person, and well, it just seems more natural to me. Of course, I won't have, like, a curse word every sentence. That would be weird. And what a potty mouth Massie will be.

P.P.S. I admit that you just read about my morning habits. It's not a crime to do them. Keeping up this daily routine has taught me a lot about time management. Really, it has.