You remember how yesterday I said it was snowing and I was going to have school...? Well I didn't, maybe I should say that more often? I couldn't really go outside though since I'm sick and all :( Oh well. As per usual, enjoy! :)
Summary: "Christmas is supposed to be a chance for your one wish right? Sometimes it's just like those kids at the hospital - you don't get your wish no matter how hard you want to." A Massington Holiday Story. Rated T just in case.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Clique or anything in the series, it all belongs to Lisi Harrison. Any brand or designer names belong to their respective owners - not me. Oh and I - thank god - do not own the show Sarah Palin's Alaska, or anything to do with it.
Posted: December 13, 2010
Westchester, NY
Westchester High School Cafe
December 13, 2010
12:32 p.m.
"So let me get this straight," Olivia put her hands on the table and stared me down. "you made cookies...with his mother?"
"Yes." I nodded, feeling strangely like I was presenting my case to a judge.
"Wow. Derrick Harrington takes Massie Block to Meet the Mother. I can just see the headlines now." Olivia leaned back into Griffin and took a bite of her pasta. Griffin handed her a napkin knowingly. They were too cute.
Though, the googly eyes are starting to be a bit creepy. I watched as another round of googly eyes hit the two and they just stared at each other. Looking around, I shared a look with Layne. Were they always like this?
My phone loudly buzzed from my purse. I blushed as they eyes of table zeroed in on me. Pulling out my phone, I smiled already knowing who the text was from.
Derrick: Hey, I can see you
Massie: Hmm...No way.
Derrick: Yup, you look beautiful today
Massie: Are you trying to woo me Mr. Harrington?
Derrick: That depends...
Massie: On...?
Derrick: Is it working?
Massie: Did you get that off a corny movie?
Derrick: Probably.
Massie: Was there any point to this conversation?
Derrick: Other than to get to experience your wonderful sense of humor?
Massie: Yea, besides that
Derrick: I'd figure I would give you a ride home.
Massie: Why not, see you then
I put my phone away a smile still plastered on my face, Griffin gave me a raised eyebrow, and I made a face back at him. His eyebrow went higher, just hiding behind his bangs. Shrugging, I ate another piece of lettuce - rabbit food basically.
-O-
"So what's going on with you and Harrington?" Griffin asked as I walked out of the locker room.
Tucking a chestnut piece of hair behind my ear, I answered. "Nothing really. We have this weird friendship thing set up, but that's pretty much it."
"Really..." Griffin picked at his thumb and had a smirk on his face that he tried to hide. "Olivia said you've already met the parents. How serious is this going to get Ms. Block? Should I get out the revolver and threaten to hurt him if he harms our little Massie-kins in any way?"
"Uh, no. You shouldn't, although maybe I should." I walked a few steps forward before pausing in front of Griffin. "What are your intentions with a Ms. Olivia Ryans, Mr. Hastings?"
Griffin rolled his eyes at me. "Really get your own show. It could be Massie Block's New York, instead of Sarah Palin's Alaska. Probably would get more viewers too."
"Yeah!" I cheered with mocking enthusiasm. "The whole nation could meet my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Mr. Hastings! That means people around the nation would witness everything, every time you made out with Olivia. Nothing better than that."
"You practically read my mind Ms. Block." Griffin commented dryly, walking towards the center as Coach Yollum walked in.
"Okay!" Coach Yollum yelled, trying to draw our attention to herself. "Now, today we will be having a free day. Play volleyball, basketball, I don't care. You cannot leave this gym or the school premises!"
She just walked off after that and I shook my head, turning to Griffin. "She's got my vote for favorite teacher."
"Here, here." Griffin agreed. We walked towards the bleachers.
Sitting down, I angled my body towards him, ready to ask him something that had been bugging me. "Hey Griffin?"
"Hmm...?" He answered, head lifted upwards, and eyes closed.
"How long have you liked Olivia?" I asked, twirling my fingers around.
He didn't open his eyes to answer. "I'm not going to lie to you and say I fell in love with her the very first time I met her, but its been awhile."
Rubbing his face, he turned to me, and with a big sigh he explained. "It's just one day I was thinking in the park and I saw her by the playground. Made me think about how my dad used to take me over there. Watching her play with some of the kids just made me realize I liked her I guess. Maybe I knew it before then, maybe I didn't. That's just when I admitted it to myself."
"Then why didn't you rush over there, lay on the Hastings charm, and swoop her off her feet?" The question was partially serious and partially joking. That was just how I dealt with this kind of thing, like a joke. Feelings - emotions - weren't my forte.
He laughed, smiling slightly. "What was I supposed to do? Go up to her and say I've been watching you. I realize I have feelings towards you, want to go to my family's grease filled restaurant? Not exactly how you pick up chicks."
My eyes widened in amusement and I shot up. "You were nervous! Weren't you!"
His eyes narrowed playfully at me. "I don't see what's so amusing Ms. Block. Aren't you in a very similar situation? Nervous about telling Mr. Harrington your true feelings of the soul?"
"Yeah." I made a face, I didn't really like where this was heading. "Hey, it's been awhile, when are we going to start Operation Clairasite or whatever?"
Griffin smirked, looking very satisfied with himself. "The process is in motion. What did you think Derrick was doing Sunday, since you had a Derrick free day? He had to do it in the morning though, something in the afternoon or whatever. If all goes according to plan, you won't have to worry about a meeting with Clairasite and crew today."
"Good, cause I can not deal with those people today." I leaned back resting my head on a very uncomfortable bleacher seat.
"Don't worry about it, it's all taken care of." While Griffin's plans did tend to frighten me a bit usually, I was completely trusting him on this one.
-O-
"You know what?" I asked rhetorically to the silence of Derrick's car. "If I was as important as this recording says I am, they would've answered!"
"Whoah, whoah." Derrick held his hands out in a calming manner. "Let's take a deep breath, it's your own fault for not sending an e-mail instead of."
"You know what, they never answer the e-mails! If I call them, eventually they'll have to answer!" I was two seconds from going totally insane and running to the store's headquarters.
Derrick and I were just driving back from shopping for the hospital kids again. Some of the requests were so sweet and innocent - like a stuffed bear - I had just spent an extra twenty dollars or so to super size the toy. Others were a lot like number seven, the first day of shopping. While it was hard to handle, I had learned to sort of acknowledge the request yet not acknowledge it.
"Maybe you should call tomorrow and just have it going all day while your at school, then when you finally get home after school they'll answer." Derrick suggested a small smile on his face.
"With the way things are going, that seems highly likely." I looked out the window, trying to distract myself from the extremely annoying music playing from my phone. "I really want to throw my phone out the window right now."
Derrick chuckled at my expense. "Maybe we should set you up for some anger management classes while we're at it."
"I find the best type of therapy, is the retail kind." I informed him, smirk set on my face.
I could practically hear him rolling his eyes from my seat. "Hey, what did you do to Claire?"
My full attention on him, I noticed the wide smirk on his face. "What did you do?"
"Nothing that karma wasn't already planning." Was his rather vague answer. My eyebrows shot up and I sat back waiting to see the damage tomorrow. After ten minutes of somewhat silence, I threw my phone down and hung up.
Derrick waved to the guard at the gate and I gave him a wondering look. "So you've already become acquainted with the staff?"
"Yeah, Mark is cool. His wife is so Martha Stewart it's creepy, their kids are adorable, but don't ever give them sugar. Ever." He warned trying to look as serious as he could talking about the matter he was.
I nodded like I was taking mentally notes and documenting every word to memory. "You know, it's kind of creepy how you've met his wife and I haven't."
"Yeah, but in my defense, my dad is friends with him. Old college roommates and all that." Derrick whispered driving up the unnecessarily long driveway. We were greeted with the sight of a furious Claire.
"Ohmigod. What is she wearing?" Claire's shirt was tight and exposed her navel to the world, her pant were impossibly tight showing obvious underwear lines, and her shoes were bright red and pointed. "I didn't realize it was stripper night at the Lyons'."
Derrick snorted out a laugh. "Actually we took all her clothes and replaced them with ones that were four sizes smaller than the originals."
"Nice." I complimented watching as Claire's furious blue eyes zeroed in on the scene before her. Kendra stood outside next to Claire, giving her a disapproving look at her attire.
"Massie," Kendra began as I stepped out of the car. I waved Derrick back in and try as he may, I convinced him that I could handle the situation. "Claire insists that you sabotaged her clothing and demands that we replace all her clothing with things that satisfy her."
"I'm sure she would mother." I told her and no matter how hard Kendra tried to hide it, I could see she agreed with me. "The fact is that at no time today, or through the previous weekend, would I have gotten a chance to do this stunt. I was busy with Griffin and Olivia, and Derrick and his mother, all weekend. Then today, Derrick and I went to buy the presents for the hospital kids."
Kendra nodded, excepting this. "See Claire dear, I told you this was all just a misunderstanding. Perhaps you just left your clothes in the dryer a bit longer than necessary or something of the sorts. I'm sure your mother would love to go shopping with you for new attire."
With that Claire stomped off, with one last death glare towards myself. I opened my mouth to explain the situation to Kendra. She threw her hands up and told me plain and simple. "I don't want to hear it, the less I know the better."
At that moment I absolutely adored my mother.
The whole being put on hold thing? Yea that's why this chapter is a bit later. I was waiting for I don't know how long because this company apparently care that people have other things to do. So I wait for maybe forty-five minutes, only to find their computer malfunctioned and destroyed my account with this company. Only me I tell you... Any mistakes? Please tell me so I can correct them ASAP. Happy December 13th!
-Layta Relient-Only