A/N: Hey… Yeah, I know this update is mad late, and I am SOO sorry. I've been busy with softball lately, and we have our first game on the 27th. And I have decided that there will be five chapters in this story, and that this is going to be kind of a filler chapter. Sorry, sorry! Also, thanks to: Gulaabi Haathi, peverellstone, Cecelia S. Bradley, Terri, and HopeRising11 for reviewing! It is deeply appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mother Daughter Book Club. It is a fantabulous series though.

Cassidy POV

We're walking down the streets of Boston, which probably isn't the smartest thing to do at ten o'clock at night, but the guys look pretty "scary" so I guess we're all good. And Jess is a black belt in tae kwan doe, ironically, so we've got some nice defense going on here. It's really nice out, it's cool, but it's not too cool and the sky is really clear. Tristan is holding my hand as we are walking down the street, the soft hum of the cars the background music to our night. Hey, that sounded pretty poetic, I must say. Yeah, not really. We abruptly turn the corner, and walk into a park. It's kind of dark, and there are a few people walking around, mostly in groups. And it's not like, pitch dark or anything, so it doesn't seem that scary. We walk around the park, all of us talking happily to each other, it all seems very calm. So calm, that a couple of letters of the alphabet decide to infiltrate my mind. TLC. Wow. What a night. My mind will never rest now. I sigh, and Tristan glances over at me. Oops. I guess that was kind of loud.

"Is something wrong?" He asks me, concern in his voice. "Are you sick?" He asks.

"Nah, I'm fine. But, something is kind of bugging me, though." I say.

"What is it?" He asks, a little bit worried.

"Well, what does TLC mean? I don't think we finished going over this?" I tell him.

"I'll tell you, later, I promise." He says, a little solemn and a little bit of a playful tone to his voice.

{A/N: I'm watching American Idol and they just voted Stefano off. I wasn't surprised. Were you? I figured he was going… Anyway, back to the story. He was kind of cute though… Eh, whatever. Back to the story for real this time. Aww, he was kind of crying during his last song! I feel bad, he was only like 15, and that's like, a year older than me. And James the rocker dude was crying too! Aww! Now back to the story for real, like legit.}

Wow. What a loser. He looks at me with a confused expression on his face. Shoot. Was that out loud? "Just kidding…" I say to him, trying to force a jokey tone into my voice. He nods, still confused. Stupid brain, would be TOO much trouble to y'know, make sure what I'm thinking is not said out loud? This is why I get in so much trouble, because the stupid brain filter is never working, and probably needs to be cleaned out. I sigh to myself, and sit down on a bench, and so does everybody else. Wow. Copycats. I look around the park, and it really is a nice park. There's a little amphitheater thing in one end of the park, where a couple of people are screwing around, being idiots. There really aren't a lot of people. Well, it is like ten thirty or something at night, so why would there be? I remember the one time, before Christmas, it was like nine thirty at night, and I ran across the street to give our neighbors their Christmas presents. Not only was I standing on their front porch for five minutes watching Calvin, some kid in my class and a very old friend of mine let his dogs out, while I'm standing there calling his name and knocking on the door, not even noticing me. Finally, he opened the door, and I dropped the presents when I handed them to him. He took them, and I was walking across the street to go back into my house, and there was this guy who was really tall, like as tall as me, watching me walk across the street, like five feet away from me. It creeped me out, so I ran into my house and looked out the window at him. He was walking his little dog. At nine thirty at night.

We're all just sitting on the bench, and it really is quite peaceful. I lean back, and close my eyes, just for a second. I'm tired for some reason, which is weird, since usually I act like I just smoked something and forgot my ADHD meds or something. I don't have ADHD though, my mom made sure of that when I was in third grade. And I also don't do drugs. I get enough of a high off life, so why bother. And yeah, there's that whole killing your body thing too. I must have dozed off, for like five minutes, max, since Tristan is shaking my shoulder gently and saying my name.

"Draw on her face! Does anyone have a Sharpie?" One of my friends says. Wow. I feel so loved. I sit up with a start, startling Tristan who was close to my head, and would have gotten a nice bruise if he hadn't moved.

"What time is it?" I ask, trying to stifle a yawn.

"Ten to eleven. We have to go to the train station now." Simon says to me.

We all get up, and start the walk back to the train station. I look around the city, and it is still kind of busy, but not as busy as when we first came here. And it's not at all like New York. When we went there in sixth grade, I don't think the traffic ever stopped, no matter what time of the day. It was crazy. Boston is pretty nice, but I still think small town or suburb living is really the bomb. I don't know how you would deal with all this traffic and stuff, I don't like it. As we're walking, I realize that my feet are hurting me. I look down at my feet to see what shoes I have on. Oh. I still have those nice shoes on that my mother gave to Becca to make me where. They had to nearly duct tape them to my feet so I would wear them. Also, I am now aware that my flower clip things are still in my hair and on my dress. I would have thought that I would have ripped them out already, but I'm full of surprises. No, I just forgot that I was wearing them really. I guess I was having too much fun. The train station is in my view and I realize that this night is almost over. This makes me a teeny bit sad. I was having fun! I also realize that Tristan hasn't told me what TLC means. Loser. Just kidding, I think just in case that brain filter isn't working, and I accidently say that out loud.

We walk into the station and I look at the train board. I see that the Concord train is leaving at eleven fifteen. So that means we have five minutes before we have to get the train. I want to sit, since my feet are killing me, but the waiting seats look kind of gross. I know I'm not a girly girl, but I'm not going to place my butt, in a "couture" dress on a dirty seat. And I think that there's a hobo sleeping here too, since there is a very dirty man lying on a bench not too far away. Finally, I hear a train whoosh into the station and we all climb in. We all find our seats, and the train takes off. We're going home and this night really has been fun.

A/N: Wooh! Chapter four finally done! Also, thanks to: peverellstone again, for favoriting me as an author, and putting me as an author alert! Appreciated. Also, is anyone else Royal Wedding Obsessed, or am I the only American who is super pumped for it? Honestly, I think that I'm more excited for the Royal Wedding than my Uncle's wedding the next day. I don't know. But I was thinking, about the Royal Wedding of course, and MDBC! So do you think it would be a different kind of story where some of our favorite English guys, were royalty? And, the story would kind of be like Prince William and Kate's love story, but with my twist on it. And, also. For all you Zach lovers out there, I've been kind of thinking of a back story kind of thing on him. You don't really know much about him, so this would be my take on it. So let me know. And one more thing. My friend posts YouTube videos, and I am wondering if you guys want to see them. They are kind of funny, and I am in a few. But some things about where I live are mentioned so, I'm not sure if I'll link her in my profile. Let me know what you think, and I'll decide. And if I do decide to post the link, then please don't stalk us. Cause if you do, I'll quit FanFiction, and delete these stories. Yeah, that's right. So think twice before you decide to stalk. Thanks, and adios!

~~Megan~~

{BTW: That is my name. I know it's got nothing to do with my user, but my user has a "story" to it.}