C'est chapiture deux. Is my French right? Je ne sais pas! Any who enjoy! =D
Disclaimer: I don't own the Clique.
"Good morning honey!" Massie exclaimed cheerfully and then turned her attention back to the stove. Derek grunted and pulled a chair from the table and sat down. "What's for breakfast babe?" he grumbled. "Um…what do you want?" Massie asked. "Don't ask me what I want woman! Just give me options!" he huffed. "Ok fine! Eggs it is!" Massie said, reaching for the refrigerator door. "No, you're having eggs. I'm having blueberry pancakes!" Derek replied. Massie turned around to find her husband stuffing his mouth with her freshly-made-from-scratch blueberry pancakes.
"Derrington! What are you doing?! Those are mine! If you wanted some then tell me!" she shouted. "Why did I agree to stay home to be treated like this? Why, oh, why?" she thought. "Just go make some more damn it! You act Like it's a big deal!" he managed to choke out. "Yeah, whatever. Can you at least do the dishes later then?" After requesting that Massie remembered how stupid it was. Like Derek Harrington would ever do the dishes. He'd say yes and then put it off by saying it was "her job".
"Sure thing, honey!" he said motioning her to pass him the pitcher of orange juice which was five inches out of his reach and about five feet from hers. "Derek, I'm over here! All the way over here!" she stated. "Well come over here so I can have more orange juice!" he yelped. Massie gritted her teeth and walked over to hand him the pitcher. However, when she did that, he motioned her to pour it into the cup for him. "No one uses Massie Block!" a voice raged in her head. So she ended up pour about two ounces into the cup for him. "A little more?" he demanded. "This isn't a diner dear. It's our kitchen and I haven't eaten. I'm going to make myself some pancakes and you can pour yourself some more," she answered him. "Didn't you hear me Mass? You are having eggs." Derek beamed. "But you also said that-"she started before Derek interrupted her, "I changed my mind."
The voice in Massie's head started talking again, "There he goes again! He uses you, takes you for granted, and acts all high and mighty about it!" Massie walked over to the stove and made herself some pancakes. Then, she sat eating them in front of a steaming Derek. "I said-" he started, but this time Massie cut him off, "That's just your morning grumpiness talking." "No, I mean it." "Too late!"
A Few Hours Later
"Honey, I'm going to work now! Don't let any strangers in while I'm gone!" Derek yawned. "Be careful driving, love. Another thought, what is up with you and keeping me inside?" Massie asked. "I do it because I love you, dear," he replied. "You sound like my father!" Massie giggled.
Just as Derek drove off another car parked right in front of their home. A tall blonde man stepped out of the car and closed the door. He walked up to the front door and rang the door bell. To Mrs. Turner next door this all seemed to commence in slow motion. The old woman blushes and her husband-who was standing next to her- accidentally, cut off five roses off their rose bush in jealousy and anger.
Massie opened the door and looked up. Astonishment was written all over her face when she said "Chris Abeley?" "Massie! I haven't talked to you in a while! Can I come in?" he asked. Massie pondered this for a few seconds. "Derek said not to let strangers in, but Chris isn't a stranger so I guess its okay." she thought. "Sure, come on in Chris," she replied.
They sat in the dining room chatting, for what seemed like hours, and Massie was having one of the best laughs she had had in a long time. "Massie, look, I know that it's been a long time and evidently you're married, but I was wondering if you'd go out with me sometime. You know, like on a date?" Chris suggested. "Ew! Laine's brother? He should have dumped Fawn for me then he wouldn't be asking me now!" a voice in her said laughed. Although Massie used to melt over Chris's prep school rebel charm, she had grown up since middle school and denied his invitation, stating that it was probably one of the worst suggestions he ever made.
"Alright I get it! You're married, faithful, and need botox!" he joked. "Well, even though that is true, I hope to be seeing you around a few more times. I haven't seen you since, like, forever!"
"So you still have feelings for me?"
"No, but have you always been this delusional?"
"Sorry, you're right. It's just I thought I had a chance. I mean I thought we had something. Remember when you comforted me after I broke up with Fawn?" he asked her. Poor boy didn't know that that time she only used him to get on Skye Hamilton's good side. By the time she got Chris to Skye's party she was already over him and Derrington broke up with her because of the misunderstanding.
"Oh, well. I guess you can come over on Tuesday. My husband, Derek, is going to grill steaks in the back. All my old friends will be here. It'll be fun." She said. "Ah, Derek Harrington the radio personality, I can't believe you married him. I thought Massie Block of all people would be living a spoiled rich life. I never thought you'd work at all, let alone bring home a fatter check than your husband!" he chuckled. "Well, I'll take up your offer and be on my way then. Oh, and Massie, remember, if you ever ant to know what you're missing, my door is always open to you." He turned the door knob and opened the door to see Derek holding out the key.
Chris smiled at him and headed towards his car. "Um…welcome home?" his wife asked. "Was that Chris Abeley?" he questioned her. "Yes," she said meekly. "He was responsible for our break up in seventh grade! How could you let him in?"
"Well, you said not to let strangers in and I know Chris!" she explained. "Oh, yeah, you two seem real familiar alright!" he accused. "What you're implying is wrong! So he did ask me out, but I declined. And he's coming to the barbeque on Tuesday." She rushed the last part hoping it would get past her husband. "Good! Wait, what now?" he shouted.
30 minutes(Dinner Time)
"Honey, I'm concerned about my dad's health. It's not so good." Massie said. "Huh?" Derek asked. "Didn't you hear me at all?" Massie said trying to make the annoyance in her voice evident. It went unnoticed. "What did you say?" Derek asked. "Nothing, never mind." She sighed. "Just that, YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME! NO WONDER TALKING TO CHRIS FELT SO GOOD! HELL! TALKING TO ANYONE WOULD'VE FELT GOOD! IF YOU LISTENED TO ME THEN I WOULDN'T BE SCREAMING!" she…screamed. That's it. Massie Block had finally cracked. "I'm sorry, honey?" Derek said. "You should be!" Massie screamed. From that day on, Derek never took Massie for granted, or used her in a had manner again. He also learned to listen to his wife while doing the dishes as well. Hopefully this would stop her from becoming a desperate housewife…
Haha! Well that's done! I'm turning to Cam and Claire next. I may go back and write more Massington. But these are two chapter fics only. It's nice and simple. =D
-FRJP
