The Westchester, BCBG, 5:25 P.M, Friday, January 24th
"Why would Massie Bore invite her enemies to her party?" Doe asked confusedly, staring at a few various dresses, touching a silky mauve one.
"Because she ahb-viously wants to destroy us at her party, Doe." Tori rolled her eyes, since Doe could be pretty Olivia Ryan style sometimes. It was even a little scary sometimes, since she had a nose job too last year. "So we're going to come back at her by really showing off." She gestured to the soft, dark red dress draped over her arm. "I really like this one."
"It's totally your style," gushed Robin, fingering the netting that would cover Tori's tanned shoulders. "Compared to this thing I bought. It's ahb-solutely ah-dorable, but does it really look good on me?"
"It really does, Robin." Ashlyn grinned, pointing at the olive-lime green dress that looked much like Tori and her burgundy dress. "I especially loved the mesh sleeves, dahling, looked so retro! And, the embroidery was so to die for!"
They all burst out laughing at Ash's comments. The Asian girl took a deep curtsy, the dark purple DKNY dress she had bought slipped out of her bag as she did. She picked it up and with the skill of a buyer; she went and folded it neatly. "I gotta admit I ahb-solutely am in love with the gold lamé leggings you're going to wear under this metallic sheath dress, Audrina! It's so ah-mazing!"
"As ah-mazing as the fact that I can see the Ugly Committee, Massie Bore, Aspirant Rivers, Dylan totally Marvilous-nawt!- and Kristen Loser Gregory from over here in Starbucks." Audrina stared straight ahead at the smell of café au latte wafting from the shop.
The Westchester Mall, Starbucks, 5:36 P.M, Friday, January 24th
"So why are we here and nawt in Gucci right now, Massie?" Dylan complained, sipping her hot caramel macchiato quickly to keep from freezing her tongue in the cold.
"Yeah, you know I'm only wearing Dylan's cardigan over this, and I have a long-sleeve Juicy tee under this right now!" Kristen wailed, setting down her Vanilla Bean Frappuccino, her neck shivering in the collar of her redheaded BFF's gray Chanel cardigan.
"Plus, I'm wearing a v-neck Ralph under over my ah-dorable and new Oxford!" Alicia squealed, jumping into the unhappy conversation with a long gulp of Cinnamon Dolce Latte.
"Now really, I have an ah-mazing plan to get those girls running out of Westchester and back to little California." the brunette alpha rolled her eyes, deciding to drink her chai latte before it turned into tea-flavored ice cubes. "All we have to do is figure out how to manipulate that loser Ashlyn into getting the idea of Josh actually liking her."
"Sorry I'm late, guys," a voice shook as its owner padded across the floor of Starbucks, blowing on her steaming Venti-sized cup of hot chocolate.
"No problem, Kuh-laire." Massie said, making Alicia scoot over so Claire could sit on her right. "In fact, I think you're perfect for the plan I have to drive the loser factory out of our school."
She waved her Swarovski-covered Motorola just a peek over the edge of the table, and everyone else followed, including Claire, who was about to take a huge mouthful of delicious cocoa.
Kristen: ? the plan?
Claire: / plan
Claire: Oops, ment ?
Massie: This is the plan. K&D will go 2 AL's house and hide in the bushes/hedges
Kristen: That's a brilliant plan. Y don't we all go get D some donuts while ur at it?
Dylan: lol
Massie: Nxt, C will ring bell. K, u & D r gonna stakeout the place while C gets into AL's house & manages to get TS info from rm & whatever there is.
Alicia: ? about me?
Massie: U & I will compile info. C, ur going 2 hve a voice recorder stuck on ur collar, k?
Claire: ? is the the point of K&D?
Massie: In case u acc. switch off the voice recorder, they'll try 2 listen in.
Dylan: Sounds foolproof. Done.
Alicia: Done.
Kristen: Done.
Claire: & done.
The Liang Manse (Totally Victorian), The Front Lawn, 12:12 P.M, Saturday, January 23rd
Claire was nervous as she stepped on the lilypad-shaped stepping stones towards the wooden bridge that held the gateway to the set of Victorian gates guarding the doorway. The wooden bridge was placed over a navy blue river that carved through the yard and made the wooden bridge seem rustic. She stared at the lotus pads sprinkled throughout the stream, hoping that in the water, she could catch a reflection of Dylan or Kristen.
A sucking sound interrupted her possibly peaceful (?) walk over the bridge. An empty blueberry-cherry smoothie cup was being shaken behind a thicket of bamboo sticks. The small white recorder rhythmically thumped against the inside collar of her lime-green Gap tee. Which was hidden behind a L.L. Bean down jacket,
bright red and eye-soring-pretty sad for her normal attire?
She rang the small white button, which sounded much like a pair of wind chimes fluttering in the breeze in some foreign country. Claire bit down on her cuticle as a voice blared out of the Victorian-style intercom.
"Who is this visitor to this manse?"
"Um, I'm Claire Lyons…I go to Ashlyn's school."
"Oh, okay, wait one fantabulous moment!" Ashlyn's voice made her skin tingle with nervousness. A couple seconds later, the latch on the gates cracked open.
A glove-clad hand reached for the handle before she could, revealing to Claire what she would call what could possibly be a whole different world. On the inside of the gates, bamboo shoots prevented strangers from seeing in. A glass, heated patio welcomed her, with different plants blooming in porcelain pots dotting the snow-colored planks.
The Asian girl herself smiled warmly at Claire, her perfectly-tanned foot covered in what was apparently a netted sandal, with rhinestone-flowers sewn on top. Even on the weekend, the girl still looked nine-worthy as she walked towards the blonde in a quarter-sleeve Lucky jacket in Massie's royal color, and True Religion cutoffs. She looked as if she had no care for the still not thawing cherry blossom tree out in her front yard.
"What's up, Claire? Come inside, compared to out here, it's frozen." She gestured for Claire to leave her teal-colored Keds out on the patio and take a pair of the complimentary sandals identical to the ones that were adorning her feet.
"Hey, Ashlyn, I wanted to drop off something from Josh." Claire normally didn't try to get inside, but the plan required her to. Plus, the sparking sun-shaped necklace that hung around Ashlyn's neck was practically commanding her to find out how the girl could probably win all of Massie's ratings.
"Call me Ash, Claire." Ash said as she led her into the warmed foyer. A bamboo-patterned wallpaper was present in the first room they entered, filled with the spicy and sweet smells of Chinese cuisine. The girl with midnight-colored hair clomped up the carpeted stairs, leaving her no choice but to follow. Splashes of pink, red, and orange met her eyes lovingly.
But apparently the floor wasn't happy enough to say hi. Claire slipped and accidentally banged her collar and what could be a switched off recorder against the ivory-painted walls. She couldn't risk turning it on again without Ash spotting her doing it. And who knew what would happen then?
"Claire, I have a question for you. Did you always want to be part of Massie's clique, okay, maybe I'm a little bit biased here, and who'd dump you for a clever, new Olivia Ryan?" She asked, plopping down on her bed and patting a selection of orange, pink, and red pillows.
"Um, yeah," Claire giggled nervously, "she's got a great selection of clothes she'd lend me and she's very popular, y'know?"
"Is she a real friend?" the Asian girl didn't even bother from looking up from the huge pile of clothing she was sorting through on her bed. "Has Massie ever maybe helped you with anything besides your 'rising' popularity with the BOCD population?"
"Well, of course!" Claire faltered after about a moment of thought. "She's done a lot of great stuff for me, like…"
"Like, possibly destroying your PR life when you were filming Dial L for Loser? Like, not letting you host the party with her and be a Dirty Devil at the party? Maybe she tricked you into thinking Cam was a Harris-wannabe? Could she have not disbanded you from the PC when you had to move to Cali for Princess Nobody? I didn't see her do anything when you got overdissed and slapped with a 'no' sticker from Lucky in the beginning of seventh grade."
Her cerulean blue eyes widened. How did Ashlyn get her plum-colored nails to dig up all of this seventh grade dirt on her?
"Plus, would a real friend ban you from boys in your eighth grade year and destroy one of your first ever notes from Cam?
"Claire, the Fantabulous Five isn't like that. And I have the latest scoop on once-IRA Nicole Hastings that she's exactly what the Pretty Committee is looking for. I know Cam might actually go get someone else-"
"I'm over Cam." Claire could finally say with entire certainty.
"-and try to make you jealous, but he won't. We the Westchester people aren't perfect," Claire had to smile at the wording, "but we're close enough to true friends than, what I hate to say, Massie will ever be."
"How would you know?"
"Doe used to be friends with Massie when they bumped into each other at Aspen last year. It was a type of consolance after she got a nose job again." Ash stared at the rolled out bamboo hangings on her wall.
"But I was with Massie at Aspen."
"Where did you think she went in the middle of the night?"
Claire set a Twix bar and a note on the antique desk sitting next to the door to the adjoining bathroom filled with crisp scents and subtle lipliners.
"Join the Fantabulous Five and be our honorary sixth, Claire. Actually, screw honorary, just become our sixth altogether. Six Fantabulous Starlets, Claire. We're willing to sacrifice for you. You can eat gummies all you want, wear Keds for all we care, and deck out in the latest navy blue Gap shorts and Old Navy tees."
Claire was overwhelmed suddenly. Massie had never made this offer towards her. Could this really be her Westchester haven?
"Um, I gotta go, Ash. Massie was expecting me at the spa in a couple minutes, so, see ya!"
She pounded downstairs and out to the marble driveway, where Isaac was located.
The Vanyo Mansion, the Indoor Pool, 2:19 P.M, Saturday, January 23rd
"You did what?" Audrina squealed, as Ash plugged her ears. A moment later, the two best friends exhaled and Ash took her fingers out and swirled it in the clean pool water.
"I'm trying to manipulate Claire into joining the FF, turning us into the SFS, making Massie a little bit more than shaken. So when the once-IRA Nicole joins Massie and her clique, they become Coach roaches." Ashlyn explained, putting her hands on her hips, which were covered with a purple tankini. "Nicole isn't related to that horror dude Griffin. But her mother works at Dior and she speaks fluent French and English."
"Why don't we have Nicole then?"
"If we get Nicole into Massie's clique, then guess what happens to Claire?"
"Oh, I get it!" Audrina nodded, smiling as her arm reached for a gold D&G Motorola. Ash followed with her Samsung Instinct™.
Audrina: Congrats to Ash, u just made us officially proud to have u as a member!
Doe: ?
Robin: ??
Tori: ???
Ashlyn: I just got a gr8 plan 4 luring someone over 2 our side. :)
Tori: Who?
Ashlyn: Claire.
Robin: R u srsly kidding me?
Audrina: We're going 2 make sure that Massie takes in the 1 time IRA Nicole Hastings. That way, C gets the heel of her Steve Madden boot!
Doe: Brill, girlie! Done fan
Tori: ta
Ashlyn: bu
Audrina: lous
Robin: ly!
A/N: I was so disappointed when I saw one review. Then I realized some of you were on vacation and all that stuff. I'm going to halt production of FPCD until I see seven more reviews in my mailbox. This requires you to REVIEW. oh, and check out the poll on my profile. Tell me what project you want me to work on next!
XOXO (Happy Holidays!), Random
P.S: Where are my faithful reviewers Lolgirl and akiracatalina? ;)
