A/N: Whassss Uuuppp? Chappie Seven up and running!

Lola gasped, and without a moments notice, fled.

"Massie." Claire gulped. 'Shit!' She thought.

Massie's expression didn't change.

"Why were you talking to that loser?" she said, peering at her. It felt like the Spanish Inquisition. A strange quote came to her. She thought it was from Monty Python…

'Nobody expects The Spanish Inquisition.' Where had that come from?

"It was so weird. She just comes up and starts randomly talking to me. I was about to tell her to leave me alone." Claire hoped the lie worked. Massie raised an eyebrow.

"Whatever." She sat down and opened her Chanel compact and started applying Chanel Stroppy Lip gloss.

"Ehmahgawd, anyway, I totally want to see what you're packing, and then we're going shopping. You deserve something fabulous for Cali."

"Ok. Want to see after school after Art Club?"

"Ulch, I can't believe we had to join a club. Now I have to do my homework in school if I want to go shopping!" She rolled her eyes. She opened her black and white Chanel tote and dropped her compact and lip-gloss into her Ralph Lauren make-up bag.

"Hey girlies." Alicia dropped into a seat.

"Where's your homework?" Claire asked.

"Done." Alicia waved a hand.

"No fair." Claire whined.

"We're coming to the iPad after school right?" she asked

"Given," Massie replied "We're modding Claire's wardrobe for L.A. Then, we'll go shopping. But not necessarily in that order."

"I'm sure it's fabulous anyway." Dylan cut in, with Kristen, waltzing into the classroom.

"Good thing we're going shopping. My mom said I could get some stuff, and I have a gift card to spend." Kristen mused.

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"Hi, I'd like to confirm flight number Oh-twenty-one-thirteen?" Judy Lyons asked into the phone. Claire unlocked the door and the girls walked in. Claire waved to her mom, and Judy pointed to a piece of paper.

"Layne called." She mouthed. Claire nodded and she led the girls up stairs.

"It's a little messy. Sorry," she said as she led them inside. Her suitcases were open, revealing dozens of ensembles.

"What's this?" Alicia asked, fingering a photograph, paper clipped to a long string.

"Oh," Claire breathed "It's just stuff. Its stuff I'm thinking about packing."

"Let's get started. Let's see what you bought." Massie tore off the Polaroid's and upended Claire's shopping bags.

"First, why are you packing a Skirt and Pantsuit?" Massie put a big black X on that photo.

"It's just in case." Claire replied

"The jeans…Yes, they go." Alicia placed the pencil jeans in an open suitcase.

"Ew, what is this?" Dylan pointed to a photo of an old patched pair of faded jeans. "Ex."

"Oooh, this goes." Kristen threw a camel colored and sparkly tube-top mini-dress into a garment bag, marking it 'Mini Dress-Camel' then into a larger trunk with a hanging rod.

Alicia checked off a sky blue halter dress, and did the same, after retrieving it.

"Can I help?" Claire asked, feeling a tad useless.

"Go pack your make-up…On second thought, let me do it with you." Massie pushed Claire towards the large bathroom.

"Lucky Claire gets to go to Hollywood." Massie heard Kristen whine.

"So? We went for your tenth birthday." Dylan responded

"It's not the same…" She heard Kristen sigh in recollection of her ah-mazing party. They had a Rodeo Drive shopping spree and were invited to Maddy Fearhart's (An on the rise A-List celebrity) Wrap Party.

Massie supervised Claire make-up packing and jewelry packing. She would keep to the Dress Code they had made up (Claire had pinned it to her bulletin board) Massie decided. She would pack mostly gold, because it was so in right now, and chandelier earrings to match. Massie packed them in velvet lined carrying case, designed to not let it tarnish or lose sheen. The right conditioners, shampoos, frizz and shine serums, make up and hair tools-such as curling, and straightening irons- went in and the right accessories to match. Finally, Massie declared them done.

"Really? But it's so much…" she trailed off.

"Pain is beauty." Massie responded. "It's almost Seven p.m. Want to head over to the iPad to get set up for the sleepover?" Claire breathed hard. This would be her last Friday night sleepover until next year.

"Yeah." Massie nodded sadly, as if she understood.

"We're done." said Claire. The rest of the girls were talking, lying on the floor, or on her bed.

"To the iPad?" Massie said.

"To the iPad!" they echoed. Claire couldn't help it, but tears made their way slowly down her cheeks.

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Claire had prayed morning would come slowly. But the Sun slowly edged over the horizon as she watched it, perched on the railing of Massie's balcony.

"Hey." A foreign voice greeted.

"Hi Alicia." Claire knew that voice.

"I just wanted to tell you, I'm coming with you to California." Startled, Claire turned to look at her. She stood there, in Pink sweats and an Abercrombie camisole.

"California?" she echoed, as if not hearing properly.

"Mmhhm. I planned to tell you yesterday. I bought a ticket, and I brought my stuff."

"I don't understand." Claire declared

"Is it so hard," she posed "You want to be famous, so do I. And my friend's gonna be there too, to make it even better."

Claire agreed, and jealousy sparked. What if the director cast Claire aside, because Alicia was beautiful? Then Claire would go back to being 'that girl', with Last year's clothes and Gap jeans. Claire had fought so hard to get this far. Alicia never had to. Life could be so unfair… Claire pushed aside any jealousy chiding herself for being so ridiculous.

"What about Massie?" Claire asked.

"Massie? She'll be fine, she's a big girl." Claire still couldn't shake the feeling that Alicia didn't care what Massie thought, just as long as she boarded that plane to California.

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The drive to the Westchester airport was longer than Claire had imagined. She kept replaying the conversation she'd had with Alicia. Massie had looked sullen for the rest of the morning. They had bid goodbye to Kristen and Dylan at nine o'clock, on the dot. Claire loaded up her suitcases into her parents new Beemer, and by ten a.m., they were on the freeway. Massie wouldn't look at Alicia or Claire. But when Claire was at Security, Massie hugged them

"I'm gonna miss you both. You're both like sisters to me." Claire teared up, and Alicia did all that she could to keep her M-A-C eyeliner from running.

"Bye." The Lyons's and the Blocks waved as the two disappeared, to meet the Star bright Productions escort that had arrived for them.

Alicia had been listening to her iPod when the escort, Gemma her name was? Reminded them they'd be boarding in five minutes. Claire packed up her Teen Vogue she had been reading, and picked up her Gucci tote. Alicia begrudgingly did the same.

"Ladies and Gentleman, AirTran airways are now boarding Group A, rows one through five. At this time only rows One through Five may board." The flight attendant spoke into the microphone.

'Time to go." Claire sighed and followed the Gemma through the small tunnel that led to the jet. Sitting down into her plush First Class seat, Claire accepted the sparkling water offered by the sunny attendant. Alicia declined. As the plane taxied Alicia whispered

"I bet they don't even miss us." in a gloomy tone.

"Why would you say that?"

"I don't know, Massie's perfect; what can I say?" Claire chuckled. Claire closed the shade and tried to nap.

Alicia nudged Claire. "Look out the window." She urged.

Claire's breath stopped for a full twenty seconds. They were flying over California's coastline. Hues of blues cast with the lush green and emerald contrasted in sharp levels. Farther in, lights blinked, as they started their descent. Claire saw the large HOLLYWOOD sign as they closed in. Suddenly the pilot's voice boomed over the cabin

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please return to your seats and return your seats and tray tables to their full, upright and locked position. The temperature is a glorious eighty degrees and no clouds. On behalf of the crew and pilots of AirTran Airways, welcome to Los Angeles."