The Block Estate, Cabana 3, 5:05 P.M, Saturday, January 19th
"Claire must've gotten locked out," Dylan said, causing Massie to look up from her virgin pina colada. Her amber eyes spotted a blonde girl slip behind Todd.
"And wait in the bushes?" the alpha asked, tapping her nail on her charm bracelet. "Kuh-laire would never do that."
"You never know, Massie." Dylan said, swallowing her lemon-lime smoothie. "Maybe she was waiting for someone or something."
They continued to drink and taste fresh, seasonal fruits while listening to the Pussycat Dolls belt out 'When I Grow Up.' Around five minutes later, a pale, blonde blur shot over towards the loud Cabana.
"Massie, Dylan," the figure shouted as she came closer, almost tripping over her pea green Keds. "Todd found this on the doorstep!"
The two girls swiveled around to spot Claire waving a note and plopping down on a bamboo stool. She neatly dumped a piece of stationary and bag of gummy worms on the table.
Hey Claire,
Roses are red, violets are blue, I love your Keds, and especially you.
I'm not a hopeless LBR or a person who is an EW of Cam or Josh. But hey, I'm interested.
Maybe you'll like those gummy worms I attached. I'm just a secret admirer writing in Bradley Hand ITC, so you can't really tell you I am.
Who am I, your secret admirer?
"Ehmagawd!" both of the girls squealed, reaching to hug the blonde.
"I don't recognize the writing," Claire explained, rummaging through the pocket of her Target jeans for something, "but whoever he was, he included those gummies. He must seriously know what I like." Massie passed Claire a strawberry smoothie, almost identical to Dylan's nearly empty one.
"Thanks, Massie."
"Anyways," Dylan paused to drink the rest of her smoothie, "where's Kristen and Leesh?"
"Leesh is in NYC for 'quality family time' with her parents," Massie rolled her eyes at that thought, "and Kris is at home, working on her Geography project." She sighed quietly as a familiar black pug bound up to her, yapping.
"Hey Bean," cooed Dylan as she reached down, trying to pet the dog. The redhead scratched the pug behind the ear, accidentally hitting and making Massie's bell charm ring.
Bean licked Massie's wrist as she reached down to feed her a blackberry-shaped dog biscuit. "And Leesh promised she would bring back something for us. I have ahb-solutely no clue what it will be."
At that moment, Alicia's voice rang across the yard and cabana, over the Pussycat Dolls' singing. "Massie, Dylan, Claire, have I got news!"
First, the Fannish girl dropped three packages on the bamboo table. She plopped down into a stool. "I spotted Audrina and Ashlyn in the bushes of the guesthouse!"
"What?" three voices exclaimed at the girl. Claire craned her neck to catch a glimpse of dark hair in the greenery. Absolutely nothing showed through the thick shrubs.
All of the girls raced towards the guesthouse to catch a small glimpse of silver glitter on the floor.
"Why can't they leave a charm bracelet instead?" moaned Dylan, rubbing the silvery flecks between her pink and silver nails.
"They weren't Daori or Duh-livia," snapped Massie.
The Westchester, 4:47 P.M, Monday, January 21st
"What do you guys think?" Robin held a shiny gold crop-top up to her body.
"Pair it with your white Ralph Lauren polo, a cute pair of black leggings, and then maybe you've got something." Tori offered, leafing through a rack of colorful cashmere sweaters. She pulled out a pine-colored sweater. "Like?"
"Ew, no. Sorry, Tori but that looks like a pair of Tory Burch flats melted into cashmere and sold as a sweater to Layne Abeley." Audrina shuddered, grabbing a mannequin for support.
Tori laughed, hanging it up. "It's alright. Seriously, though, I saw a strawberry pink sweater back there."
Doe looked horrified for a minute. "Ehmagawd, that would be a total crime against nature! That'd be like pairing an YSL skirt with a striped tank top!"
Ash stared at Doe for a minute. "Um, Doe, you feel okay, right?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" the platinum blonde looked confused for a minute. "Especially in Juicy, 'cause it is my favorite store and all."
"Uh…right," Robin nodded, returning from the dressing rooms with her top. "Alright, I'm taking this off the rack." She slapped her Hello Kitty credit card down on the counter, waiting for the cashier to hand her the bag.
The brunette slid the glossy paper sack off the counter as a familiar boy sauntered into Dolce. Almost dropping the packages that loaded her arms, Robin's eyes followed Kemp Hurley's every move.
"Holy YSL lip marker," muttered Audrina as she stared the reflection of the store. She noticed Robin staring at Kemp, Kemp looking at random things, Ash wondering aloud to Tori if she would look good in a new purple sash dress, Tori pointing out the royal blue one, and Doe absentmindedly zipping open her Louis Vuitton and closing it again. Her mom had taught her that trick when she was eight and staring at a three-way in Coach.
In a flash, flirty Robin was strolling casually by Kemp. "Hey, Kemp," a tiny pearl-white smile appeared on the girl's face, "what are you doing in Dolce? I'm not sure this is GameStop, dude."
"Nah, I'm just interested in the girls," he laughed, pointing at various females around the store. "Well, seriously, my dad was too 'embarrassed' to go into any random girly store, so he made me do it. My mom's birthday is on Wednesday."
Robin stared into his coffee-colored eyes for a couple of seconds and blinked. "Well, I could help you if you want," she offered, smiling again.
"Why, are you now a hot salesgirl at Dolce?" he pretended to look mildly interested.
"No, I'm a hot salesgirl at Saks," she said, sarcasm dripping by the moment.
"Even better," he gave her what Ashlyn would dub, the 'Massie Block' half-smile. He held up a tight red dress. "What do ya think?"
The brunette gave him a half-terrified, half-wide eyed look. "Dude, I don't think your dad would welcome you flirting with your mom. Hot salesgirl at Saks? Muy perfection. The person who produced you?"
"Hell no?" chuckled Kemp, hanging it up. "Really, I have no clue what to buy for moms. For a friend, we'll say this is Plovert, a magazine with hot chicks in it and a new pair of cleats. A girl like you or Kristen, a gift card to Starbucks or a soccer ball. A mother named Meredith Yvonne Nestle-Hurley, who wears plaid every single day?" snorted Kemp, "I got nothing out of that."
"Well, I got something, loser face," teased Robin. "Your mom's in love with Burberry, so you shouldn't be here right now. I'll come with you if you want, taking into account that you probably wouldn't know a poncho from a horse blanket if you tried."
He looked defensive for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest. "When you're as young as I am, you look at things differently."
"Right, and a pair of lamé tights are standing next to you." she said dryly, picking out a black trench coat. "You should get this; every fashionable female has a black trench coat in their closet."
She waved, walking back to her friends. "We're all wearing lamé tights tomorrow." she dictated.
Doe stared. "Uh…why?"
"I don't know."
A/N: I need to update more. x) But this is part two of Random's Super Random Update, courtesy of Christannkwanzaa. Or a super-late one.
XOXO, Random!
