Disclaimer: I'm sick of coming up with different disclaimers! But I don't own any of the clique stuff. But if I did, I would make Cam Fisher be my boyfriend and he would send me sweet gummies and candy hearts and CD's that he'd burned himself with the Strokes music on every single one.

A/N: I thought there was going to be A LOT more Dylan in this chapter than there turned out to be but I was just kind of lead into a different direction but I will DEFINITELY have a Dylan chappy soon because she is an absolute doll! Thanks ya so much for the hear warming revies!

-Blondie

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RIGHT OUTSIDE THE PENTHOUSE

FRONT DOOR

Saturday, November 3rd

11:15 pm

Alicia stood at the front door, wondering if she should go in or not. She knew that it'd probably spread, what she'd done with Dylan's husband and she was afraid of what Massie would say to her. But she needed a shoulder to cry on. She needed somebody to help her through these hard times. She needed her soul sister, her best friend...her Massie. She knocked on the door as quietly as she could, praying that she wouldn't answer. Alicia put on a confident face. She couldn't show her true emotions. She heard noises on the other side of the door. Crap! What should she say?

When Alicia saw Massie's familiar face she wanted to hug her and just cry but she decided against it quickly when she saw Massie's expression completely change. Massie raised a perfectly waxed eyebrow and pursed her shiny glossed lips. Alicia searched her brain for the right words to say. What do you do? She opened her mouth and grunted but nothing came out. She tried again. Same thing. She couldn't speak! She was afraid.

"Do I look like a chef?" Massie asked.

"Umm...no. But--" Alicia began to say.

"Then why are you wasting my thyme?" Massie had her hands on her hips and a very serious look on her face but Alicia couldn't help but smile a little at one of Massie's old jokes.Though she stayed stern and unsmiling on the outside, Massie smiled inside too.

"Massie...I've been really stupid lately. I can't believe the mess I've gotten myself into. I had so many more options than prostitution." Alicia said.

"Yeah, including your real job." Massie pointed out.

Alicia was speechless. Why had she become a prostitue in the first place? She was filthy rich! It would have made more sense if she had a lot less money but what had caused her to make this choice in the first place? Selling herself to a man sounded ridiculous especially now. Alicia was a pretty, good, smart woman before all this. She broke into hysterics and began to sob.

Usually Massie wouldn't be sympathetic for someone who'd done something like Alicia. Usually she'd stay emotionless and unfeeling. But Alicia was her friend and she wasn't that heartless.

"Alicia, hun, come here." Massie held out her arms.

Alicia accepted Massie's hug and cried hard on her shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Massie. I just want to be done. I want it all to end so I can go on but everywhere I go I can't stop thinking about what I did to Dylan. I want to say I'm sorry but every time I call, Dylan doesn't pick up. I just can't do this anymore, Massie!" Alicia said through tears.

"I wish there was something I could say or do to make it better for you. Come in, sit on the couch. You can stay here tonight in the guest room. I'm going to get you a glass of wine." Massie said as she walked toward the kitchen.

The doorbell rang again before she could get there though so she ran back across her overly large apartment to the front door. She unlocked the door as fast as she could.

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