It took me... I dunno, half a year? But I'm done with this story!!

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DISCLAIMER: Dear Santa, I wish I owned the Clique. Love, Kristyn.


Massie smiled, a real, genuine smile, as her amber eyes scanned the room.

Everything was finally perfect.

Derrick's arms held her tight, his purple cast gone for exactly twenty-three days, and her head was pressed up against his strong shoulder.

Claire, on Cam's lap, sitting on the couch across from them, pure happiness scrawled across their faces.

This was the perfection she had striven so long for.

Snow fell lightly outside, a delicate blanket on the crisp-with-frost ground, but dancing flames crackled in the cozy fireplace, lighting the room with a warm glow.

"I wish everything would stay like this forever," Massie whispered into Derrick's ear, squeezing his recently-healed hand in hers.

"Me too," He replied, hugging her tightly. "But you know what they say. All good things must come to an end."

Massie rolled her eyes. "Please. That doesn't apply to me. I don't follow rules, rules follow me."

Derrick laughed. "Nice, Block."

She giggled. "I try."

From across the room, Massie's phone belted out Metro Station's latest hit, but she made no effort to pick it up. Whoever it was could wait. This was the best she had felt in forever, and she wasn't about to let a stupid phone call interrupt that.

Claire lifted her head half an inch off Cam. "Aren't you going to get that?"

"Who could it possibly be that's more important than the people I'm already with?" Massie leaned in for a quick kiss with Derrick. "I mean, for real. This is perfection."

Her phone rang again, and she clenched Derrick's hand tighter.

"Hey now, I just got that cast off," He joked. "Don't make me go through all that again."

"Sorry," She pouted. "I just wish whatever loser that keeps calling me would leave me alone."

Before she finished her ranting, it rang one more time.

"Ugh!" She groaned, unwillingly dragging herself off the couch and towards the offending phone.

Two Missed Calls.

Both were from a California number.

She hit redial, pounding the screen so hard the red polish on her thumb chipped off.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is Massie Block speaking. You called?" She said smoothly, betraying no emotion.

"Oh, yes! My name is Michael. I'm the tour director for the likes of the Jonas Brothers, Christina Aguilera, and so on. You know?"

Massie inhaled a low gasp. "Yes. Is there a reason you called?"

"Actually, there is. What's your schedule looking like for the next, say, six months?"

She bit her lip. "Well, I'm at home in Westchester. I'm spending the year with my friends." She threw a glance over to Derrick, whose mouth smiled, although his eyes did not.

"Perfect! I want you to go on a world tour! Think of it! Massie mania gone international. If you agree, Prada wants you to be their new face and we'll be producing a special TV series about your trip. Profits could exceed five hundred million dollars. Not to mention I have connections with a TV director who is making a TV version of Gossip Girl. Think you and Claire are up to it?" The man persuaded.

Massie felt her jaw drop. "Are. You. Serious?"

By now Derrick was at her side, anxiousness clear on his gorgeous face.

"One hundred percent. So what do you say? Say yes and you'll be in Italy by June, taking over the world."

She exhaled. "I'll have to get back to you. Everything is finally going right and I really don't know what my plans are..."

"You do that. You would be insane to turn this down. This is your chance. Don't make the wrong choice."

The line went dead, and Massie dropped her phone.

"What? What is it? Are you ok?" Derrick pestered, pulling her into another hug.

"They want me to go on a world tour. For six months. And star on a TV series with Claire."

Derrick froze. "What?"

Massie bit her lip, holding back tears. Like he had said, this was her chance. But everything was finally perfect. She tilted her head back and silently cursed the Gods of fate for dropping this bomb on her lap.

"I don't know! I... I have to think about it."

Her head told her to seize the opportunity, but her heart told her not to move an inch.

"I have to think this through. I'll call you later," She said, grabbing her shoes and running outside.

He knew her well enough not to follow her, so she slowed her pace and used her shaking fingers to call Michael back.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Massie. I've made my decision."


Surprise! You're getting a sequel! I can't promise when I'll have it posted, but there will be one for sure.

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.krisizzle.