A/N: Hey, everyone! Here's chap 14 of my FF, THE NEXT DAY! (NBB- no yelling at me for not updating!)
Oh, yeah, and I have major writer's block on "Pretties" so don't check that too often… :(
Well, R & R!
Massie stepped off of the plane, followed by the rest of TPC and the eighth grade class of BOCD, directly onto the plane's runway. The wind blew lightly, lifting the girls' hair. Massie glanced back, disguising it as a hair flip, to see what was going on behind her.
The boys were punching each other, having seen her look. Most of them were turning pink. The couture-clad girls were whispering jealously, rolling their eyes and laughing. Almost everyone's eyes were on her and TPC.
And that was how she liked it.
Soon, they were sitting delicately on the icky plastic airport chairs or leaning against cool glass windows waiting for their luggage. Massie had talked some boys into getting their bags for them, and now they were just sitting there and waiting, like the perfect little alphas everyone knew they were.
"Here ya go," mumbled one acne-faced guy. He handed Massie her Louis Vuitton trunks.
"Thanks…" Massie trailed off, fighting the urge to call him Pizza Face. How second grade would that be?
He ambled off, and she and TPC burst out laughing.
"Has anyone ever seen him before?" Alicia asked. "'Cause I never have."
"No," Kristen said, cackling.
"Never," Claire and Dylan chorused.
Massie was laughing too hard to reply, so she just shook her head.
"Okay," Kristen said once they'd recovered. "Here comes LBR number two with my stuff."
Soon enough, all the girls had their bags and they were walking towards the bus, with an LBR behind them, wheeling their luggage in a big metal cart. They boarded the bus before everyone else, pleased to find a much nicer one here instead of the standard yellow school bus.
It had a navy exterior with TVs above a seat, every four rows. The windows were big and had tinted glass, there were headphones in the pouch on the back of each seat, probably to hear the TVs. The floors were covered in navy blue carpet, the walls in blue splashed with white starbursts. Mickey Mouse silhouettes were embroidered into the head of each seat.
Massie and the girls immediately went for the back, so they could sit together. Claire sat next to the window with Kristen on her other side. Next to Kristen, Massie was there. She sat with Alicia next to her on the other side. Dylan was on Alicia's other side.
When the other eighth graders filed in, the first thing they saw was TPC. Massie was filing her nails, Alicia was tapping at the screen of her new Envy (A/N: the phone. Massie bought it for her, and Kristen got the Sidekick.) texting someone, Kristen had her face buried in Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry, Dylan was inspecting the nutrition facts on a Zone diet meal, and Claire was chatting with her agent, telling her she was in California for a few weeks and therefore available for some acting jobs.
Altogether, they made an impressive group.
So the LBRs fell into respectful silence, and the pop divas even turned down the music blaring from their portable speakers. The math geeks stopped debating the true value of pi, and the nerdy chorus girls stopped rehearsal.
And that's the power of TPC!
Massie sighed in irritation as she put away her nail file and pulled out her iPhone. The girl immediately stopped what they had been doing and pulled out their phones.
Claire had her gold Razr, Kristen had Alicia's old Sidekick, Dylan had a mint green Chocolate, Alicia had the Envy, and Massie had her iPhone. The girls were typing away furiously.
MASSIE: Tell them 2 keep watching. We might do a trick!
ALICIA: Lol. I know, theyre so weird!
KRISTEN: Lol
DYLAN: Rofl
CLAIRE: Aw ur mean!
MASSIE: Um, duh?
MASSIE: So, wat r we gonna do 1st?
ALICIA: Shop.
CLAIRE: Maybe we should stick with the class?
MASSIE: Ur insane.
CLAIRE: We're going 2 Disney Land. Sounds fun.
MASSIE: Disney?
ALICIA: Ew.
CLAIRE: But thers celebs ther 2day. HM concert.
MASSIE: Wow. Disney people!
CLAIRE: And real paparazzi.
ALICIA: Point!
KRISTEN: Cool
DYLAN: Um I get enuff of that…daily
MASSIE: But do the shots w/ u get published? These will.
CLAIRE: Ya
ALICIA: Point!
"But it's Disney!" Massie blurted, her voice dropped to a whisper. "Do you know how weird that is?"
"Why?" Claire asked, irritated. "You went to Disney World with me and my Florida friends over the summer!"
"Because you went to Aspen with me and my family and went wherever I did! It was like payback," Massie explained. "But now? Disney is as dead to me as Burberry is to Leesh."
Alicia drew a finger across her throat.
"So, do we really have to go to Disney Land to get PC publicity?" Massie moaned, still upset.
"Yes. At clubs, there will be celebrities to talk to. At parties there will be better things to do. At Disney Land, though, the best things there are the paparazzi!" Kristen grinned, having caught on.
"Right," Dylan agreed.
Massie was secretly shocked that they were siding with Kuh-laire, but she sighed. Better to admit defeat quietly than to be taken down screaming, where the world would hear.
"Fine," she said, sighing. "I guess I see your point."
Claire blinked, surprised. "Yeah? Cool."
"Yeah. So, I guess we're going to see The Mouse," Massie said, arching one eyebrow. She said it like the words were capitalized, much to Claire's amusement.
Claire grinned. "Yeah. I guess we are."
A/N: Wow. Claire making decisions for TPC? Instead of Massie? Double wow.