A/N: Yay, I've broken 30 reviews! And the reward is an extra long chapter!

Disc.: Ok, see ch. 1 for full disclaimer.

Claire was sprawled on her large double bed, listening to 'Say it Right' on her stereo. She felt her phone vibrate and saw she received a text message. Actually, two text messages. She clicked 'Receive'

C-

Missed ya. There's a game on Sat. 3 pm. We play the tmyhwks. Wish u were here. Hope acting is awesome. U rock girl!

-C

Claire smiled at the cute message then resumed checking the other.

Claire-

R u coming 2 the party on Fri.?

-Nicole

Claire frowned. She remembered the note given to her yesterday. She quickly typed her response, her fingers flying over the keypad:

N-

Yes, I'll b there. Is Alicia invited?

-C

She sent it. Only minutes later to see a cryptic response:

Maybe.

-N

Claire's eyebrows crinkled. She looked at her calendar on her bedroom's desk and saw it was Wednesday.

Crap I don't have a dress! Claire hurried over to her phone and punched in her room number:

"Hello, this is Rachel Matthews how may I assist you?"

"Hello, it's Claire; can you page my driver Alfonzo so I can go shopping?"

"Of course. He'll be waiting out front." Claire hung up and grabbed her Chanel tote. She poked her head in Alicia's room, which was surprisingly empty. She scribbled a note, and slapping on the bed side table, departed.

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Shopping was surprisingly easy for Massie and the Pretty Committee.

'Because Alicia isn't nagging to go to Ralph Lauren.' She thought in spite of herself. She shook her head, somehow taking a sip from her Frappachino while carrying a nearly endless pile of shopping bags.

"Come Dyl. The mall closes soon." Kristen whined.

"That's a really haute top Mass." Kristen gushed Massie smiled graciously as always. Dylan came up behind them, almost losing her bag from Versace.

"Okay, where's Dean?" Massie asked, glancing around.

"Oh there he is." Dylan pointed out. The three climbed in, with great difficulty, given all their bags they had. Once settled in, Massie commanded Dean to drive.

"So, since we're off tomorrow, it being Parent teacher's conference and the day after that being another day off because Eighth Graders have the H.S.E.T., want to sleep over?" Kristen offered.

"Wow, K, I don't think I've ever been to your apartment before." Dylan remarked.
"Okay, great. I'll get my stuff and Dylan will get hers and we'll meet you there at seven sharp." Massie planned, stowing all the information into her brand new PalmPilot.

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Claire hurried into the front entrance of the Los Angeles Mall, a sprawling three thousand square feet. She hurried into the first store she saw, which was…Versace.

"How may I help you?" Said a delicate brunette with a heavy French accent.

"I'm looking for a dress. Not too long, something a soft color, that is elegant and stunning." Claire said, hoping she'd find something soon. Who knew when Alicia figured out she was gone?

"Right zis way please." She beckoned for Claire to follow her. She led her to a small couch.

"Now, excuse me for a moment, I have somezing zat might interest you." She walked into a small Stock room. Moment later, she came out with a beautiful gown in a pale pink.

"Try it on." She said, giving the garment to Claire. Claire obediently went into the Dressing Room and pulled the zipper and stepped in. She gasped when she saw herself. The top was delicate, molded to her body, leading a small Bell shape. The fabric pooled at the bottom, and swish swished when she walked. She parted the curtains, leading to the triumphant looking assistant. Claire smiled

"Iz it to your liking?" she queried

"I love it. Can you ring in up for me?" Calire asked

"Of course." Claire quickly changed into the Sevens and Dolce and Gabbana top she'd worn there. A few minutes later, the saleswoman came back, with a garment bag and a receipt.

"Please sign here Mademoiselle Lyons." She pointed to the Cartier pen she held. Claiure scrawled her name.

"Merci." She walked away, handing Claire her credit card. Claire hurried out of the mall, and into the limousine awaiting her departure.

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Massie and Dylan knocked on Kristen's door. A tall, lean woman with mousy brown hair answered.

"You Kristen's friends?" she asked with a voice scratchy and dusty. She coughed loudly.

"Kristeeenn! Your friends are heeeerreee! Get down here so you can get their stuff."

"I'm Kristen's aunt, Priscilla." She said, in the way of small talk. Kristen appeared in a Jucy tracksuit.

"Oh, hey you guys. I'll take your stuff." She pointedly looked at her aunt Priscilla. She grabbed Dylan's Louis and Massie's Ballenciaga up to a staircase.

"I sleep in the loft. She said in the way of explanation. Massie looked around the room The walls were a fresh and cheery yellow color, hung with Realist and Abstract art, presumably by Mr. Gregory. A small chintz chair was slumped in the corner was a bookcase, the books in a neat order. There was much to be said about Kristen's loft. The room was completely different than the rest of the apartment. One wall lay purple with paint splatters everywhere, reminding Massie of the Spin Art she used to do when she was little with her old babysitter, Penelope. The carpet was a cheery bubble-gum pink, and Kristen's pink be was suspended from the ceiling via wires. Dylan collapsed on the bad with a loud Fwooh! Causing the bed to swing.

"This is a sweet room K!" Dylan exclaimed

"Who did the paint job?" Massie asked

"I did, I like to paint, and for my twelfth birthday, they let me paint the room however I wanted." She explained, shoving her LeSport Sak in a corner. A soccer ball lay by her bed, and books were strewn pell-mell in a bookcase. Dylan examined a cover

"Ew, who's David Copperfield?"

"You mean what," Kristen corrected, placing the book on the shelf "It was a great work of literature from the 1900's."

"What's The Great Gatsby?" she asked

"Oh, another great work of literary genius. It contrast new and old money, and is a re-occuring theme throughout the novel." Kristen smiled.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"Want to iSight Claire and A?" Massie suggested The two eagerly agreed. They set to work with setting up the computer.

A/N: too lazy…to…write… a…cliffy. Please forgive me. School is shoving so much homework down my throat; it feels like I'm going to explode (Not literally of course.) Review and etc.

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-Eternal