6:00

Josh's Estate

November 23

"I wonder if our families will be getting together like this every day." Alicia asked while changing the channel on Josh's flat screen. She'd never really imagined his room in her head, or her really being in it, ever. And now that she was, she had to admit, it was a little different than she'd anticipated. The walls were a dark blue, and his soccer jerseys were pinned on the wall. He possessed a queen sized bed, with a black on black comforter set. On his wall, a flat screen was mounted, Wii right below it.

"Hopefully." Josh answered, flopping next to her on the bed, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"Yea. I have fun with you." She replied, looking into his chocolate brown eyes in adoration.

"Same here Riviera." He replied, his lips meeting hers briefly.

"Have you talked to Liv?" Alicia asked releasing herself gently from his grip, laying on her back and pulling her knees up.

"No." Josh answered, watching her stomach move up and down as she breathed.

"Are you going to?" Alicia asked, half curious, half concerned.

"I think so. We don't really talk since the incident." He replied, not really wanting to think about the hard decision they'd had to make.

"Oh." Alicia said quietly, twirling a lock of her hair around her pink 'ElePhantastic' fingers.

"Yea. Want to play Wii?" Josh asked, trying to get off of the subject as quickly as possible.

"Not really. I want to talk." She replied, staring up at his ceiling fan.

"Okay. What about." Josh inquired. This could be fun.

"Us." She replied, gulping down her inhibitions and letting her eyes float to him.

Josh stayed silent, his face serene.

"How do you feel about me?" She asked, hoping she wasn't a cheap lay disguised in fancy 'girlfriend' packaging.

"I really like you." He replied with a grin, looking over at her.

"Good." Alicia replied, her hands resting on her stomach.

"Why these questions all of a sudden?" Josh inquired, his eyes blazing into hers.

"Because...I think you're the one I want to give it to." Alicia bit her lip as she said this, fidgeting with her hair once again. She'd never told that to anyone before.

A smile spread across his face as he assessed the seriousness of her words. "Are you serious?" Josh asked, looking at her in a new light.

"Yea. Not right now, i'll be 14 in December, but even then is too early. I want to be at least 15 or 16 before I do it." Alicia decided, playing with the diamond A that hung off of her Tiffany necklace.

"Cool." Josh mused, leaning his head back.

"So until then....we can do other stuff." Alicia assured, thinking about Josh's fingers and the way they expertly navigated her body. Her eyes closing languidly, she began to get get lost in her thoughts, forgetting that Josh sat a few feet away from her. Biting down slightly on her lip, she continued on her fantasy, imagining his hand roaming her body as she yelled out profanities and cursed herself for allowing herself to become so undone. An involuntary moan left her lips, causing Josh's attention to focus solely on her.

"Leesh?" He asked, watching her hips arch off of the bed and move in small thrusts.

"Yea?" She asked, stopping her actions and staring up at him, her bronze cheeks glowing red in embarrassment.

"What were you doing?" He asked, a mischevious smirk on his lips.

"Thinking." She replied, turning onto her side and avoiding his gaze.

"About what?" He pried, and she could here his body getting closer to him.

"Something." Alicia said, flustered beyond belief.

"Me possibly?" Josh challenged, knowing the answer.

"Possibly." She replied with a grin.

``Grandma's House

Orlando, Florida

6:23

"Sara, Sari and Mandi are here." Claire heard her grandmother yell upstairs. Closing her white MacBook she unfolded her light wash Acne jean clad legs and trotted down the stairs, her lustrous blonde hair bouncing behind her.

"Hey Sara. Sari. Mandi." Claire said with a smile, resisting the urge to scrunch up her nose at their ensembles, all from Abercrombie, Hollister, Old Navy and such, a habit picked up by Massie.

"Hey Claire." Sara said with a smile hugging her first, her short dark hair covering Claire's face. Mandi and Sari followed after. They hurried up the flight of stairs, disappearing behind the white wood door.

"So. C. Have you missed us?" Sari asked, twirling her curly brown locks around her fingers.

"I saw you guys yesterday." Claire replied, self-conciously wrapping her arms around her waist, crinkling her turquoise cashmere, tie-dye Micheal Kors sweater. She felt as if she was constantly being judged by them and these where supposedly the "besties of the century".

"Yea. I know. But you're supposed to miss us." Sari replied, crinkling her pig like nose. Although her nose was like that of a pig, it wasn't a disability to her features. In fact it was her thing. Surrounding her nose she possessed endearing grey eyes and bee-stung lips that rivaled Angelina's.

"So then. Yes. I miss you." Claire forced, plopping back down on the bed, her turquoise converse hanging over the edge.

"Good." Mandi replied with a grin, her soft child-like features masking her viciousness. "What'd you think of Forrest and John?" she asked, plopping down into the armchair and crossing her long legs.

"They're alright I guess." Claire replied, plopping onto the bed next to Sari.

"Just alright?" Sari pressed, her brown ringlets falling in her face as she dug through her patent leather midnight blue Coach tote, retrieving her blue iPod from the bottom.

"Yea." Claire replied, becoming increasingly restless in the company of them. "I have a boyfriend."

"Oh yea. I forgot. Cammy." Mandi said, joining in with a snort, her large brown eyes cutting to Claire.

"His name is Cam." Claire replied, fiddling with her cubic zirconia tennis bracelet.

"Well. Cam. Is he hot?" Sara asked, her hair framing her interesting features attractively as she stared up at Claire.

"I wouldn't date anyone ugly." Claire said with a soft laugh, running her hands through her hair.

"You better not." Mandi declared. "I want pics." She demanded, grabbing the blue Chocolate that sat inside of Claire's blue Vanessa Bruno bag. Scrolling through, her Totally Tangerine toes curled as she found them.

"Fuck he's hot." Mandi breathed, showing Sara who nearly fell off of the bed to see. "He is." Sara remarked, taking the phone from Mandi for further examination, her Teal The Cows Come Home nails navigating through them frantically.

"You guys are too kuh-ute together." She squealed.

"Oh god." Claire groaned, knowing she must have found the picture of them in a lip lock at the fields. It was taken by Dylan, the queen of candids, and she'd given Claire the bag Claire had now in exchange for the guarantee that the picture would stay there.

"Who is this hottie?" Sari shrieked, getting on the 'snooping in Claire's phone' bandwagon. Claire took the phone from her to get a better look.

"Josh." She replied in a bored tone, handing it back to them.

"He's beautiful." Sari swooned, always the hopeless romantic. "Status C?" She questioned her eyes still on the phone.

"Taken. By Alicia. The spanish girl in my phone." Claire replied lazily, opening her Mac back up and opening up an iChat. Cam was on, which made her heart flutter in anticipation. "Wanna talk to Cam?" She chirped, knowing the answer.

"Um. Duh." Mandi said as if it should be obvious, hurrying to Claire's side, wanting to get her choice spot.

"As you wish." Claire said with a smile, connecting the call.

"Hey babe." Cam answered, a smile on her face.

"Hey." Claire replied, a blush creeping up her face as it always did when she saw him.

"Who are the people around you?" He asked in confusion.

"Sari, Sara and Mandi." Claire replied, pointing to them.

"Hi guys." Cam said with his crooked half smile, and Claire could hear the audible sighs behind her. Claire chuckled. She didn't know he was that beautiful.

``Dylan's apartment

7:00

"When are you guys coming over?" Dylan groaned as she sat on the bar stool in her kitchen. "In like 10 minutes Dyl." Kristen assured. "We do have to trek all the way to SoHo."

"Whatever." Dylan said with a scoff, meant in the most joking of ways.

"We'll be there in a few. Calm down babes." Allison's voice coming through the receiver.

"Mkay. See you when you get here." Dylan replied, tapping her The It Color nails on the granite island and rubbing her 'begin again' lips together. Hitting end on her Scoop, she went to her previous occupation of texting Massie, who was surprisingly still awake even though it was 1:00 AM in France. Massie had been filling her in on all of the Juicy details concerning Jacques and how they nearly kissed a few times during their viewing of Pirates Of The Caribbean. Dylan was happy for her, but at the same time, she couldn't help but think about Derrick. She didn't want Jacques causing a rift between the group. They were no longer the PC, more like the Pretty Briarwood Committee Boys. The PBCB if you will, and she knew they'd go right on back to that road of awkwardness if things continued the way they were going.

Hearing the loud buzzer ring, she hopped off of the bar stool, her gray floral print Lover mini dress moving as she ran towards the door.

"Hello dah-ling." Allison cooed, her green cheetah print D&G dress making an entrance before she did. Kissing Dylan on both cheeks, she glided past her into the living room, plopping onto one of the couches. Next entered Kristen, enveloping Dylan in a warm hug. Zach next, hugging her politely and lastly Zach who proceeded to press his lips against hers, her body immediately reacting to his touch.

"Er, you're in the doorway." Allison yelled to them, breaking their passionate kiss and turning Dylan the same color as her hair.

"Oops." Dylan remarked, grabbing Jake's hand and pulling him gently inside.

"Thanks for the invite." He replied sarcastically, his arm slung around her waist carelessly.

"Always." Dylan replied.

"Where's Madeline and Kerri?" Kristen inquired, her eyes trained on The Little Mermaid movie that played on the screen.

"Out with Max and Gemma." Dylan replied, referring to their sisters' best friends that resided in the city, but went to glamorous boarding school, so them getting together was truly a rare event.

"Oh." Kristen replied, her blonde locks fanning out over the arm of the couch.

"So what are we doing t'nite?" Dylan asked, stifling a small yawn. She'd been up and down all day, mostly entertaining Taylor in between shooting, going out for Starbucks, acting all touristy by going to the Empire State building.

"Party at Frieda's." Allison suggested, her head cradled in Zach's lap.

"Where's that?" Dylan inquired, joining Kristen on the couch.

"Old warehouse in the meatpacking district." Allison replied, rubbing her temples.

"Alright. Lets go then. You girlies can borrow some of my stuff." Dylan replied, making her way to her bedroom, Allison and Kristen in tow.

--8:12

After what seemed like forever, the three emerged, dripping in expensive scents and radiating repressed sexuality. Dylan wore a cream ruffle skirt, a brown tank and a black belt, tying everything together. Mindful of the weather she wore patterned Falke tights and a fur collar coat. Allison twirled a little to show off her outfit, clad in a cream T-Bags jacquard mini dress, a gray rabbit fur coat and gray Marciano pumps. Lastly, there was Kristen, looking positively radiant in a black strapless mini dress, lace tights and metallic Gisueppe Zanotti pumps.

"You guys look hot." Zach commented in appreciation.

"We know." Allison commented with an overconfident smirk, rubbing her DuWop Lip Venom lips together.

"Lets go." Dylan urged, wanting to get out of her stifling loft, taking care not to fall as she walked down the cobblestone street that lay outside her building.

"Where's your car?" Kristen asked Jake, shivering slightly from the cold.

"It's here." Jake answered, opening the door to the towncar, everyone sliding in with him. It was a tight fit, all 5 people in the car, but they made it work. "I should have gotten the limo." Allison thought aloud, not able to cross her legs in such a confined space.

--8:45

Once they entered the party, the sounds of Bad Girl by Rihanna pulsed and the smells of Ketel, Parliaments and what they all believed to be stifling amounts of Axe or Old Spice flooded their senses.

"God." Allison breathed, holding back a cough.

"I know." Kristen replied, fanning the air in front of her.

"Hey Frieda." Allison called, a Brazilian girl with stunning features and cat-like brown eyes snapping her head to Allison.

"Hey babe." The girl cooed, her tulle skirt flouncing as she walked.

"Nice party." Allison said as she air kissed the girl.

Frieda maneuvering to give hugs and kisses to everyone, she left just as swiftly as she'd come, getting back to her guests. The song Just Dance by Lady Gaga blared through the surround sound and Dylan could feel herself bobbing to the beat, the music sweeping her into a music-induced trance. That and the fact she was practically getting high off of the air.

--12:08

"Ready to go?" Allison slurred, tipping slightly in her gray pumps.

"Yea." Dylan replied, her lipstick smeared, holding onto Jake for support.

"You guys are so drunk." Kristen said with a laugh, perfectly sober and still in party mode.

"I am not." Dylan said with a laugh, her head swimming as she sat in the limo.

"I am." Allison admitted, pulling her hair onto one side of her face, her head nuzzled into Zach's coat.

"Where are we going back to first?" Kristen asked, taking a gulp of water.

"My house." Dylan slurred. Her mother was on a date with nameless guy #21 and Dylan knew how these dates ended. Her mom would come bounding in at 6:00 AM in the same clothes she wore the day before.

"S'okay with me." Jake replied, leaning his head against the door, clearly tipsy but not shit-faced.

"Same here." Zach replied, awake and as alert as he was that morning. Drinking was just not his style.

7:21

Daily Grind Studio

November 24th

--

A loud bustling set was not the most ideal place to nurse a serious hangover. Clutching onto whatever brain cells she had left Dylan adjusted the gray Prada aviators that sat on her face.

"You okay?" Taylor asked as he handed her her wheat bagel.

"No." Dylan groaned, thinking of the multiple cocktails that had gotten her in the position in the first place. Thank god for Kris, who had given her water and aspirin and forced her into bed, otherwise she wouldn't be able to stand.

"Rough night?" He said with a smile, knowing the answer.

"Yea." Dylan replied, pulling her dark blue Crumpet cardigan tighter around her body.

"What happened?" He asked, looking at her from under his long dark lashes.

"Party. Never again." She replied shortly, her Gargantuan Green nails clutching her Starbucks mug harder.

"I see." Taylor replied with a smirk, his eyes combing her body, stopping at her halter, floral print Catherine Malandrino halter dress. Well the length more so than any thing else. It hit her mid-thigh and with the way she had her legs crossed he got a nearly perfect view of her black Myla underwear.

"It's not polite to stare." Dylan said while tilting her coffee towards her lips, her eyes still hidden by the aviators.

"I know." Taylor replied with a blush, his eyes now glued to the floor, tracing the cracks in the concrete as if his life depended on it.

"Then why are you?" She asked her dark blue suede Miu Miu pumps tapping. Pressing her lips together, she could taste her Angel food cake lipgloss.

"I'm not." Taylor denied, taking a seat in the chair next to hers.

"Why not?" Dylan said with a smile, feeling bold.

"I..I don't-" Taylor stammered, obviously taken aback by her retort. "Let's get breakfast." he said suddenly, attempting to forget the conversation like an ancient language.

"Okay." Dylan replied confused, standing up and grabbing her large green BCBG envelope clutch.

Leading her over to the food services table, Dylan rolled her eyes. Doughnuts? Did he honestly think she would go near them?

"Eat one." Taylor commanded, grabbing a glazed doughnut with pink frosting and rainbow sprinkles.

"No." Dylan resisted, willing herself not to cave.

"Yes." Taylor urged, handing her a glazed one.

"No." She said turning her face away.

"You will."

"Will not."

"You will."

"Make me." Dylan said with a smirk, waiting for him to back down.

"Fine." Taylor replied, grabbing her arm and closing the 6 inch gap that lie between them. Their bodies now wedged together, his Polo cologne smelled even stronger.

"You wouldn't dare." She breathed, her body tingling each place he came into contact with her.

"I would." He growled, his lips pressing against hers for a few seconds before releasing, Dylan's brain frazzled even more so now than before. As if something possessed her body, or it may have had something to do with the leftover Ketel in her system, she didn't pull back. She pressed on, her lips parting to taste the sweetness that was his mouth.

--

Licking her sugar coated fingers, she finished the last of the glazed doughnut and sucked her digits clean, chasing it down with orange juice. Never had fried bread tasted so good.

"Told you." Taylor said with a smile, his hand tracing hers.

"Told me wha-?" Dylan asked, her mouth still semi-full.

"You'd eat the doughnut." He replied, cocking his head toward her.

"Oh yea." Dylan remembered, pulling her hair out of the messy bun and putting it back up again. Her mind still reeled as she thought about what had taken place a few minutes before. Then he crossed her mind, pervading her fragile thoughts and allowing guilt to stab away at her heart. Looking into Taylor's eyes, which were once so inviting but now reminding her of what she'd done, she felt the proverbial walls closing in on her and she felt the need to get out. Now.

"Er. Tay, I gotta go." Dylan said hurriedly, standing up and grabbing her clutch, ready to take her leave. His dark brown eyes filled with worry and his arm moved to stop her. "Why?" He asked, her forearm in his possession.

"My best friend is in a crisis, and I need to get over there." She lied smoothly, pulling her shades over her eyes and showing him her Blackberry bold for emphasis. Hurrying out of the studio as quickly as her legs would carry her, she disappeared into a yellow cab knowing she needed to get over there, as soon as possible.

Jake's Apartment

Upper East Side, NY

9:07

"I do not want to watch The Office." Kristen said with a laugh, curling her lean legs up to her waist, rolling closer to him, his arm brushing her tan, plaid shirt clad stomach.

"Fine." Jake decided, changing it to That's 70's Show, which he knew was one of Kristen's favorites.

"Yay." She said lighting up, stretching out her gray LaRok short clad legs and leaning against one of his many down pillows. "I knew you would enjoy-" He was cut off by the door opening, revealing a discombobulated Dylan, who looked as if she was on the verge of tears. Jake immediately stood up from his position on the bed and wrapped his arms around her, Dylan burying her head into his camel-colored button-up.

"What happened?" He asked after releasing her. Dylan looked stared down at her Gargantuan Green nails, a sign that she'd done something wrong.

"I did something. Bad." She breathed out, her green eyes focusing on some inanimate object.

"Like what?" Jake asked, concern in his eyes.

"I kind of kissed someone." She said in one breath, her eyes now on the floor, hugging her dark blue and black Marc by Marc Jacobs coat tighter around her body. Uncomfortable silence and awkwardness, no one moved or said anything, and Kelso's jokes fell on deaf ears.

"Are you serious?" Jake said after what seemed like a millennia. His voice was low, his face stony and calculated.

"Yea." Dylan replied, her voice cracking as she looked up.

"Get out." He replied, not even looking in her direction.

"Are you serious?" She asked, looking to Kristen for support but the toned blonde just played with her assorted bangles.

"Very. Now leave." Jake repeated, sounding as if he could murder her if he dared to look at her. Dylan's hand went up to her face, tears now flowing freely. Wiping slowly, she managed to salvage some of her liquid liner but she knew that it didn't help much. Realizing that Jake ceased to acknowledge her being there, she turned on her Miu Miu heel and strutted out of the room, leaving the scene with some semblance of dignity.

"Jake. Are you okay?" Kristen asked, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Yea." Jake assured, his head still bowed.

"You're not." Kristen said, not believing him for a second. Hopping off of the bed she pulled a black and red soccer ball from her bag and showed it to him, a devious smile on her face. "Want me to kick your ass in Central Park?" She asked, balancing the ball expertly on her foot.

"You'll never kick my ass." Jake said with a smirk, looking up at her.

"Prove it." Kristen said, challenge blatantly displayed in her voice.

"Fine." He answered, getting up from the bed and heading over to his dressers to change. "Are you sure you won't be too cold in that?" He asked, surveying her pairing of a plaid shirt, shorts and Puma sneakers.

"I'm sure." Kristen assured with a cocky smirk, grabbing her knit wool Marc by Marc Jacobs coat from his arm chair.

-- 12:03

"I so kicked your ass." Kristen said with a smirk as the two strolled through Central Park, the ball passing between their feet.

"I admit it. You did." Jake said with a smile, the ball being returned to him.

"Yes." Kristen said in victory, a smile on plastered on her face. "Okay. I'm officially cold." Kristen announced as the wind whipped and bit at her bare legs. She could barely feel her lower body.

"Okay lets get to your building then." Jake announced, worry slightly overtaking him when she began to shiver. Shorts in November did not equal happy.

-- 12:26

"Okay. Ready." Kristen announced as she reemerged from her closet in Citizens jeans, a yellow tank top, Juicy Couture terry cloth hoodie, Coach shoes and a Dooney & Burke bag.

"You look so Westchester." Jake commented with a smirk, looking her up and down.

"So what." Kristen defended, feeling slightly self-concious because of his comment.

"So are you seriously going down to Dean & Deluca dressed like that?" Jake asked, his eyes glued to her tank top with A&F emblazoned across the chest.

"No." She replied, biting her MAC lipglass lip and returning to her closet. Coming out a few minutes later, she could see Jake's face visibly relax. She now wore straight leg True Religions, a grey tank top and a caramel colored blouse. "You are so queer. Judging women's fashion like that." Kristen shot, her eyes boring into Jake's.

"Well, Alice is my mother and Ashley is my sister. What do you expect?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, his plaid, brown coat crinkling as he did so.

"True." Kristen commented, pulling her coat back on and slipping on navy blue Heaven boat shoes. "Lets go then." She said with a smirk, tossing her loose blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Yes. Lets." Jake replied, taking his arm into hers.

Jenna's Estate

Westchester, NY

1:00

"Do not cheat Mass." Jenna chided into her silver Blackberry Curve as she repainted her nails Vintage Vamp red.

"I won't." Massie promised, but Jenna could practically see the brunette's eyes rolling. "You're lying." Jenna said with a smirk, finishing her right pinky.

"You have got to stop doing that." Massie said in annoyed tone.

"I can't help if you're so transparent." She retorted, moving onto her waterproof liner.

"I am not." Massie defended.

"You are. But I have to go. I'm going over to Chris's." Jenna replied, air kissing the phone and clicking end, heading off into her walk-in so she could retrieve her taupe BCBGirls heels that she planned to wear for the day. Easing her dark wash jeans over her small hips and pulling waffle knit Burberry top over her torso, she pulled her vintage Chanel 2.55 onto her arm and exited her room, pulling her wine colored Burberry trench with her.

--

"Hey Chris." Jenna said with a smile as she entered his estate, her arms wrapping around his neck as they embraced. Pushing her lips against his, she felt him respond with a smile, his hands wrapped around her waist.

"That was a nice hello." Chris replied with a smile, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear delicately. "Only for you." She replied with a smirk, her hand trailing his graphic tee clad shirt.

"My room. In 5." He whispered into her ear, pulling her closer to him and trailing her body with a hand lightly, sending shivers through her body.

"You better be there in 2." She replied, handing him her coat carelessly and mounting the steps.

Chateau

Bordeaux, France

8:00(2:00 in US)

Massie crossed and uncrossed her legs as she sat in the movie theatre. They were on their 4th movie of the day, it was now A Walk To Remember, and if it wasn't for Jacques, she might have slit her throat when they had started Pulp Fiction.

Her friends had been calling her throughout the day and warning her not to hook up with Jacques, but the more they told her not to, the more she felt compelled to do so. His hand now sat close to hers, and if Massie moved slightly to the right, they would be touching. Plus, Massie was feeling extra adventurous. On account of her outfit that is. She wore a white mini skirt, which had been picked up with Bridgette in a flea market, a far stretch from Louis and Prada, a draped lilac halter top, Alexander McQueen biker jacket and quilted Dior shoe boots, her black Balenciaga bag sitting a few inches from her feet.

"I hate this movie." Jacques commented, his smile visible even in the dim light. "Me too." Massie replied with a smirk, her eyes dancing with naughty thoughts.

"Lets watch the Notebook." Massie suggested, knowing full well it made her blubber like a baby every time she viewed the damned thing.

"Dirty Dancing." Jacques challenged, wiggling his slightly thick brows.

"Why don't we make our own movie?" Massie said boldly, tucking a stray hair behind her ear as her eyes stared into his.

"Why not?" Jacques said with a smirk, his hand reaching out to stroke her face.

"I'll be Carrie, and you'll be Mr. Big." She replied, his hand feeling soft against her skin. "Sounds right to me." Jacques said with a smirk, leaning in towards her Dior Granny Smith LipKiss lips. A million thoughts raced through her head as she felt them drawing closer, the feeling magnetic. They were almost touching now, she was sure of it, and she knew that if she only thought about herself, they might be doing a little more than friendly hugs in France.

But then Derrick crossed her mind, his beautiful eyes piercing her mind, reminding her who she loved and who she wanted to give her life, virginity, and love to. She thought about them after college, her working as Editor in Chief of Elle or Vogue and him being a successful soccer player or stock broker. She thought about her throwing up in their Manhattan apartment as he ran out to buy her that dreaded pee-stick also known as a pregnancy test. She imagined moving to somewhere like upstate New York to raise their three kids, two twin girls one older boy, and her working from home. She imagined it all. And thats what she wanted. With him.

But it was too late.

Their lips were now pressed together, and Massie felt herself responding. Oh shit.

A/N: I know you've been waiting FOREVER for this. I'm sorry. But i'll make it up some kind of way. This is a REALLY long chappy...so yea. R+R!!! Oh yea. 50th Chappy! yay!!!