AN: The Clique does not belong to me blah blah blah. Really short update since I've been busy. Hopefully I can post something up later today. Enjoy and if you want review. Thanks! P.S. Anonymous Reviews are now accepted. Nothing Creepy please.
5:00 PM
Marvil Home
June 20th
Dylan slipped into her new and blue floral flounce dress. Her hair popped against the silk dress, and she couldn't help but smile at how tiny her waist looked. Maybe sacrificing all of those Baked Lays was worth it? She quickly pulled her red tresses up into a bun and swiped on some Mac gloss. She smudged her black kohl eyeliner to create a quick smokey eye look. Since she missed the earlier PC rendezvous she knew she had to prove Massie that her absence was for a good reason and to provide the evidence she had to look her best. As she put on her Giuseppe Zanotti studded sash pumps her iphone buzzed. Dylan just imagined Alicia sending her a message via Sidekick saying "where the fuck are you? Pick me up now or were gonna be l8!" She quickly snatched her phone; thumbs ready to tap out some blah blah "be patient" message but was interrupted when her phone gave out one more buzz. "Alicia really needs to work on your patience; it is a virtue", she said aloud to no one in particular. When she looked down at the message she frowned. Apparently Alicia wasn't as impatient as Dylan had presumed, since the latest text was from the one and only Derrington, or should we say Derrick.
Dylan and Derrick had most recently been… awkward. Dylan still burped on occasion and would always be up for an intense game of air hockey, but she definitely no longer wore her spaghetti sauce on her clothing, unless it was done by some fabulous designer. He didn't seem to get that she didn't really find pigging out entertaining anymore and that she didn't want to be the girlfriend that was one of the guys. He'd figure it out though right? Dylan's iphone buzzed and she took it as her cue to leave the room. She stumbled down the stairs into the garage and climbed into her Mercedes Benz G-Class.
6:00 PM
Rivera Home
June 20th
Alicia had been "waiting" for half an hour for Dylan to pick her up. She sent out a few impatient text messages here and there and one text message to Massie to ensure her amnesty from punishment if Dylan caused them to be late. She walked in front of her mirror and checked her black wool sweater dress from Chloe paired with Givenchy woven zip flats in brown. One thing she envied was Massie's ability to pair pieces of clothing together, almost as much as she envied Skye Hamilton's unlimited access to the Body Alive Studio. She selected a Wide Resin story bangle and slid it onto her right wrist and a bamboo stacking ring onto her left ring finger. Alicia loved showing off that she was in a committed relationship with someone, aka Josh. Her glaze flitted to a pair of pumps as she reconsidered her shoe choice, but decided to stay with flats. Alicia was already 5'10 and she really didn't feel the need to look any taller. Anyways, she was at least a 9 and that was good enough for her.
"Babe, you're looking good", Alicia turned around to see Josh grinning at her. She couldn't help but flash a grin back. He was so adorahble! "If Dylan doesn't get here soon I might not let you go to Dinner".
While josh's family was on vacation he temporarily moved into the Rivera home, staying in Alicia's wing of the house. Alicia loved that they were living like a cute little couple in their own "apartment". "Come with me?" she tilted her head to the side and smiled innocently. "I'm sure Derrick and Cam will be there, Luke too, maybe Dempsey."
"I don't know, I'm not even close to ready, ya know?" Josh scratched his head trying to think of more valid excuses so he didn't have to go. He wasn't the biggest fan of dinner at Massie's. He'd much rather go get Pizza as a group or something.
"You look great the way you are", Alicia urged on. "You don't need to dress up in a tuxedo or anything", she continued remembering her immature boy-girl party.
"Ya sure?"
"Of course, wait a minute," Alicia reached for the baby blue Yankees cap on her bed post and plopped it on his head. "Much better!"
"Leesh, I like you a lot." He said lightly giving her a peck on the tip of her nose.
"Josh Hotz, I like you too." She looked into his eyes. Josh gently pulled her toward him and gave her a slow sweet kiss. She pulled away, glowing, completely oblivious to her sidekick seizing on her desk.
"Leesh, we better head out I think Dylan's here", he nodded to her phone indicating the constant buzzing.
"Yeah, right." She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room. She had a dinner to share with a boy she most definitely loved.
7:00 PM
Block Estate
The Dinner
Claire watched as Massie paced across the foyer, her impatience becoming more apparent. The tapping of heels was starting to annoy Claire and the conscience inside of her was urging her to console her friend. That's what besties are for. "I'm sure they're all on their way. Have a gummy worm or something." Claire shrugged.
"Thanks." Massie walked over to Claire and pulled out a gummy from Cam's latest care package. Claire and her candy were the definition of sweet, and while Massie sometimes pretended not to like it, it always made her feel better. "I would die without you, ya know?" Massie slipped in a moment of vulnerability.
"Seriously?" Claire smiled. She always appreciated when it was just the two of them. Massie always let her guard down a little, and revealed the other part of Massie that made her Claire's closest friend, besides Cam, of course.
"Well, maybe not die." Massie grinned. "But you've always been a lifesaver."
"Thanks Massie! You're a pretty amazing friend even after everything we've been through. I still can't believe how far we've come." Claire reached out to squeeze her friends shoulder.
"Gawd Claire, no need to get sappy." Massie smirked, transitioning back into alpha mode. "How do I look?" Massie twirled in her Oscar de la Renta Abstract-Print Silk Dress and black cashmere tights. The upper half of her chestnut locks were tied up while the rest hung freely. Small pearls adorned her neck.
"Definitely at least a 9.85" Claire commented, of course, completely sincere.
"You look cute." Massie decided, actually liking Claire's As U Wish Tiered Challis Dress. Claire always looked casual and cute and had extremely pretty natural looks. Of course everyone in the PC had extremely pretty natural looks (except Alicia who had stunning natural looks), and could walk around without make-up. But Claire was the only one who did it on a regular basis, if you ignored Alicia, since Alicia just didn't need makeup at all.
Massie looked down at Claire's feet and wasn't surprised to see a pair of graffiti covered keds. While Claire herself looked good Massie was still Ked prejudice, she would have to subtract a little from Claire's rating. "9.2" She finally declared.
Both girls turned after hearing Inez let someone in. Massie quickly put herself on the offensive, ready to lecture the girls on lateness, but relaxed when she saw Derrick. His presence suddenly made her more aware of the Chanel No. 19 she was wearing and the fact he was wearing pants. "Hey Derrick."
"Hello Block. Where's the party" Massie noticed Derrick was shifting from side to side like he was nervous.
"Don't have panic attack Derrick. Cooties were eradicated five years ago." Massie smirked and Claire giggled in response.
"Block, still as humorous as ever." He smiled. Something about Massie was so charming. Her confidence and ambition were just plain sexy. It was something he would always like about her.
"Derrick, why don't you go to the media room? Cam's over there playing Medal of Honor on the Wii." Claire suggested. Massie made Cam a little nervous so during get-togethers he always sought comfort from videogames.
"Uh, yeah sure." Derrick walked toward the media room, videogames and Cam far from his thoughts. He turned slightly on his way out of the room. "Massie…you look really great." He then continued on his journey to media room, thinking of the Medal of Honor that he carried in his pocket: Massie's rhinestone M.