A/N: Hey peeps…
Yeah, I'm sorry.
Incase you don't know, or maybe just began reading this fic I don't think I've updated in at least 6 months. I know. Outrageous right? Incase you have been reading the fic before I disappeared off the face of the earth, you have every right to be upset, no, seething with rage. You have my utmost permission to send me copious amounts of angry PMs, articulating your hatred for my absence. Please feel free to do so, I didn't want to be out for so long either. I am aware that I've probably lost the interest of a lot of my readers during my nonattendance. Once again, I greatly apologize. It will never, under any circumstances, ever happen again.

In other news, the few of you who may still be reading, or have maybe just begun, may want to submit a character to be the fourth and final member ofthe clique, please PM me the name, appearance, backround (like family wise, etc.), and "role' in the clique (shy, sporty, stupid etc.). Thanks (^.^)/

-Angel

Lindsey and Chrissie strode over to the escalator that brought them up to the second level of the Beverly Center Mall.

"Which store first?" asked Lindsey. "Should we go to Ralph Lauren?"

"Nah." Said Chrissie. "We need to find cute party dresses for the summer dance. We should go to Guess, then to Ulta for makeup and accessories." She stated.

"Agreed." Said Lindsey.

The pair strutted to the large, Guess store, on the second level of the mall. The mannequins in the display windows were garnished with all the latest fashions from the top designers. Halter dresses and tops, loose collar blouses, blazers, and skinny, dark wash jeans.

"I love this store." Said Lindsey. They walked through the arch that separated the store from the rest of the mall. They strutted to the dress section and began to browse through the various cuts and fabrics.

"Ehmagawd!" exclaimed Chrissie. "I heart this halter dress!" she held up a grey and pink halter that went just above her knees.

"Totally!" said Lindsey. "Go try it on!" Lindsey motioned Chrissie to the changing rooms at the far corner of the store. Chrissie was just about to make her way over when a voice came from behind them.

"Have we met before?" Said the voice. Chrissie and Lindsey spun around to face a group of five girls.

"Cali," said Chrissie. "Lesbihonest, you're using pick-up lines to say hi?" Lindsey tried to conceal her laughter by cupping her hands over her mouth. Some girls behind Cali did the same.

"Hardy har har." Said Cali. "What did you brush your hair with? A fork?"

"You may want to lay off on the eye liner." Lindsey piped up. "Uh oh, don't go Darth Vader, Cali."

"Cork it, Korean." Said Cali. Lindsey put her hand on her hip.

"For the sake of your limited brain span, I'm going to say this veerry slowly: I…am…Chinese." Said Lindsey. "Did you get that, or was I going too fast for you, grandma?" Lindsey finished. Chrissie busted out laughing while Cali and her group stood there silently with their mouths hanging wide open.

"Careful Cali." Said Chrissie. "You might need to break out that set of headgear if you keep your jaw suspended like that." Chrissie remarked. She remembered back in third grade when Cali almost had to wear headgear because of a damaged jawbone.

"Well you'd better wipe that stupid smile off your face before you need another set of braces, Chrissie." Cali referred to sixth grade when Chrissie had sets of lime green and blue braces, top and bottom. With pink bands.

"Wait, Chrissie." Lindsey said, when Chrissie was just about to raise her voice. "Don't get too loud, or grandma's hearing aid will break." She pointed to Cali, then held her finger up to her mouth to indicate silence. No one said a word. Cali pounded the ground and pushed her group out of the way. She stomped over to the exit with her friends close behind.

"Goodbye Cali and clones!" Chrissie called after them.

"That. Was awesome." Said Lindsey. "We are like, comeback queens!"

"That was stupid, why did she even come up to us?" asked Chrissie, ignoring Lindsey's awe.

"I don't know," said Lindsey. "But it was fun!"

"Whatever. There's plenty more criticism where that came from." Said Chrissie. "Did you pick out a dress yet?"

"Yep!" said Lindsey. She held up a dress that went just above her knees in the front, and just below her knees in the back. The torso section of the dress was white satin, and then separated into a very thin baby blue fabric. A stretchy black waist belt separated the two fabrics.

"That is adorbs!" said Chrissie. "I love the high-low cut."

"Let's go try 'em on!" said Lindsey. They made their way over to the fitting rooms then parted into separate stalls. Chrissie took off her t-shirt dress and slid into her halter dress. The dress complimented her curves and skin tone. It fit perfectly, so she took it off, and put her t-shirt dress back on.

Lindsey slid off her off-shoulder shirt, and skinny jeans then pulled her dress over her tiny, slender body. The style looked great with the flowy blue material it was cut from. The white satin on her torso looked gorgeous against her dark skin. It was a perfect dress for the dance, and hopefully Lucas would think she looked smoking in it.

"Did it look good?" asked Lindsey as she and Chrissie walked out of their fitting rooms.

"It looks so good, it makes super models look like hobos." Said Chrissie. They laughed together as they walked over to the shoe section of Guess. Chrissie found a pair of ankle-high, brown canvas, semi-high heeled boots. They were a perfect match for her dress. Lindsey held up a pair of hot, black mules that were a great touch to her dress. Chrissie gave her a thumbs up and a nod towards the cashier.

"Let's go to Ulta now." Said Chrissie. They walked to the short line at the cashier.

"Got your credit card?" Chrissie asked.

"Yup." Said Lindsey as she held up her Visa. "It's my pride and joy." She said. Chrissie rolled her eyes playfully and reached into her gold Coach clutch and pulled out her own credit card. The people in front of them walked away, so Lindsey and Chrissie laid their items down on the checkout table. The cashier scanned them and the final price came up on her screen: $1,190 each.

"Oh, you're Chrissie Fisher right?" the cashier asked. Chrissie nodded and flicked her bangs indifferently. "Is that your mom's credit card?" the lady said.

"Puh-lease." Said Chrissie as she and Lindsey rolled their eyes and casually swiped their credit cards on the credit card swiper. They grabbed their shopping bags then sashayed out the arch. Gawd, people in awe will do anything to make conversation. She thought. But what did it matter now. They were on their way to Ulta, about to get makeup that complemented her and her dress.

"I hope Lucas has some cute friends."