and so begins the story. What do you think? And sorry if the chapters are short, I'm trying.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Clique's fashionable girls or cute guys. They all belong to Lisi Harrison.

"Claire, get your but down here!" Massie screamed up the steps. Claire ran out, hair crazy and expression furious.

"I'm up, I'm up!" she cried as she hurried into the bathroom. Massie laughed to herself. Claire was not a morning person.

"Have you had breakfast yet, Massie?" Mr. Lyons asked as he came down the stairs.

"Yeah, thanks," Massie nodded.

She had moved in with the Lyons after moving from Westchester. Derrick called every month and they remained close- even best- friends. At first, Dylan and Kristen had kept in close contact, but after six years they had all but forgotten her. Until, that is, last month.

Derrick had called for a specific reason- to invite Massie on a vacation with all their old friends to the beach. They would stay there a month. Massie hadn't seen any of her old friends since she was twelve, and she figured the last summer before college would be a good time to see them. So she agreed, dragging along her best friend Claire and her boyfriend, Josh Hotz.

Claire came out of the bathroom, looking and acting much nicer.

"Okay, I'm ready," she declared, but sagged her shoulders when she saw Massie's big suitcases. She had left them upstairs.

"I'll go get them," she grumbled as Massie giggled at her friend's expense.

"Hurry up!" she called. Claire waved it away with a,

"Yeah, yeah."

Massie chortled again before sliding out her phone and pressing answer.

"Hey."

"Hey, Mass." Josh's smooth voice came over the phone, and Massie smiled. "You guys almost ready? I'm waiting outside."

"Yeah, just give Claire a few seconds." Josh smiled over the phone.

"Ha, okay."

Massie glanced up at the staircase.

"How about I go out first? Then we can leave faster."

"Okay, bye."

Massie sighed. Why couldn't Josh be more romantic? Even James, Claire's last boyfriend, had said I love you over the phone, and he had been cheating on her the whole time!

Claire came down with her two huge suitcases, panting.

"Ready."

0o0o0o0o0 In

Derrick drummed his fingers against the dashboard impatiently as he watched the two girls hurry down the steps.

One, a Spanish beauty, slid in the passenger seat next to him and pecked him on the cheek. The other, a sporty blonde, rolled her eyes before sliding in the back next to Plovert, who was talking to Cam next to him.

"Let's go!" Alicia yelled out the window, earning a few glares from the few people crazy enough to be up at six on a Saturday.

They met Dylan and Kemp at the airport. Dylan was brushing a few strands of hair out of her face when she smiled at Kemp.

"You know, I don't think Massie'll be surprised at all about us. She told me she suspected it, six years ago."

Kemp laughed. "How do you even remember that?"

"Well," Dylan smirked. "I liked you even then."

Kemp grinned and pulled her in for a kiss, only to be interrupted by Kristen.

"PDA!" she called. She even stopped a man and shook him, yelling, "PDA!" He ran off, freaked out, as everyone laughed.

"Now," Alicia yelled, "Who's ready for Florida?" The guys yelled in agreement as Dylan added,

"And Massie?" Dylan added.

Everyone agreed except Alicia, who glowered slightly. Who was this Massie, who everyone knew but her? Derrick always talked about her, Dylan and Kristen adored her, and the guys acted like she was their sister.

Even so, she smiled, seething on the inside. She would take down Massie, and anyone else who stood in her way. (dun dun dun!)

Massie, Claire and Josh stood in awe at the grand house before them. Were they really going to stay there for an entire month with seven other crazy eighteen year olds?

"Massie?" Massie turned and found herself face to face with six of her old friends. Dylan squealed and hugged her first, followed by Kristen.

"Oh my gosh you guys!" she cried happily. "And this, is Claire!" While the girls (except Alicia who stayed by Derrick) talked and laughed loudly, Derrick and Cam stared.

"Who is that?" Cam stuttered in an awestruck voice.

"Massie?" Kemp laughed. Cam hit him.

"No, the other girl," he said, gesturing towards Claire. She caught him staring and blushed, causing him to clear his throat. He walked over and she extracted herself from the other girls.

"Hi."

"Hey," he replied, breaking his gaze and looking down. "I'm Cam."

"Claire," she replied. She had heard of him from Massie; already she liked him.

Meanwhile, Derrick was staring at Massie. Had she always been like that? No, she had changed so much. She had filled out in all the right places, and her old, almost- too heavy to understand accent had faded into an attractive undertone.

"Derrick," Alicia snapped. He had only seen her a few minutes, and he was already falling. She gave up on him and turned her attention to the guy behind Massie. He was cute.

"Let's go in,"Kristen suggested, and they all gathered their stuff.

"Okay," Dylan declared as they all collapsed in the living room. "Here's how it works. Third floor is for the girls. Each room has two beds. Massie and Claire in 301, Alicia and Kristen in 302, and me by myself in 303. Second floor is Derrick and Cam in 201, Chris and Kemp in 202, and Josh in 203."

Massie and Claire grinned to eachother, as Josh secretly relaxed. He was grateful for his own room.

As everyone unpacked, Massie looked around the first floor. (she had already finished) There was a living room, dining room, kitchen with an island, and a smaller eating table. There were three bathrooms on the single floor, she noticed. Then she looked out. They were right by the beach, and further to the right she could see the boardwalk and a distant Ferris wheel.

After she had looked around, she found Derrick sitting lazily on the couch. She joined him.

"Oh, hey," he said, looking up and smiling. "I guess we're fast."

She sat and replied, "I guess so."

But, as they talked, Kristen and Alicia had a little conversation of their own.

"So, what do you think of Josh?" Alicia asked as they unpacked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Kristen shrugged. "Cute, I guess."

Alicia let a flicker of annoyance pass through her face unnoticed before she said, "Oh, well I thought you two would be cute together."

"He's Massie's," Kristen replied bluntly. Yes, everything was Massie's, including Derrick. His heart belonged to Alicia's now , but he would always be Massie's. Yet, Kristen hoped that someday he would realize that he didn't want Massie or Alicia. That he wanted the girl who woke up early just to run with him, and the girl who had said no to so many just hoping he'd ask one day. Because, yes, Kristen was in love with Derrick.

"He doesn't have to be," Alicia replied, her tone losing some of its unaffected vagueness and becoming more pointed.

"What are you saying?" Kristen asked, pausing.

"I'm saying," Alicia started, eyes gleaming, "that we break up Massie and Josh."

Immediately Kristen's conscience protested. Massie was her best friend, she couldn't hurt her like that! But, a nagging voice argued, maybe jealousy was the way to win Derrick over. And Massie, confident, strong, unaffected Massie, would find another, right? With this weak and wrong argument, Kristen didn't stop Alicia from explaining her plan. All they needed now was Dylan.

"One more thing," Kristen paused at the door. "Why do you hate Massie?"

"I don't hate her, but if I have to ruin her to save my relationship, so be it."

Kristen went into Dylan's room, knocking boldly.

"Come in," Dylan trilled.

"Dyl, Alicia and I have a proposition for you. I'm going to get Josh."

Dylan stared at her blunt manner.

"What are you talking about?"

Kristen repeated herself. "I'm going to get Josh." Dylan shook her head.

"He's going out with Massie," she smiled, obviously taking this as a weird joke. Kristen, though, didn't budge.

"She'll get over it." Dylan looked over at her, unbelieving.

"You aren't serious."

"But I am." Dylan shook her head again. What was happening? How could Kristen, who comforted Massie with her so many years ago be turning on Massie so quickly. Well, Dylan wouldn't put up with it.

"You won't. And besides," she whispered. "What about Derrick?" Kristen shrugged.

"Jealousy is the best policy."

"That's honesty, genius, which you aren't following at all."

"Come on," Kristen begged. "I love Derrick!"

Dylan stared at her. "And you think this is the way to win him over? You think he'll want you after whatever you're planning?"

"It's the only way," Kristen whispered. "I've tried everything, but there's always someone better in the way. First Massie, now Alicia. I've nothing else!"

"Gawd, do you even hear yourself? Has Alicia really made you that much of a bitch?" Kristen stood and narrowed her eyes.

"Easy for you to say. You've got Kemp in your own little world. Well, one day he'll leave you and you'll be nothing."

Dylan's words were final. "I met her when we were twelve. I stayed with her through everything that year and ever since. I won't desert her for anyone. Not even for you. If I remember, you were there too."

"Dylan," Kristen pleaded, determined to try one last time. "Ever since the moment we met I loved him. But then she came along. If I can't have his heart, then no one can."

"Get out," Dylan said monotonously. "I don't know you are, but you aren't my best friend and I want you out of this room."

"Fine!" Kristen yelled, running out. Dylan stood there, breathing angrily before storming out and running to Kemp's room.

She told him everything in one breath, not even caring that Plovert was there too.

"I don't even know who she is!" Dylan cried. Kemp looked to Plovert for help, but he was lost in his own thoughts.

"Sh, it's okay, calm down," Kemp said, smoothing her hair. "Let's just take a deep breath. There's a chance Alicia and Kristen will give up on this crazy idea and everything will be fine. You go back to your room and finish unpacking, okay? I'll go when I'm done."

Dylan nodded and smiled. "Okay, thanks, hon."

When she was gone Kemp turned to Plovert.

"So do you still like her after knowing she's a psycho?" Kemp joked. When Plovert turned to him, though, he was completely serious.

"I love her, Kemp."

"What?" Kemp ran a hand through his hair. "When did that happen?"

"I always loved her, but her heart already is his. Too bad he doesn't even know it." With that, he walked out. Kemp watched him, sighing.

"One day in and we already have a lovesick teenage boy, two crazed chicks, three hot girls, and two clueless guys," then, as an afterthought, he added, "and some new guy."

enough drama for one chapter? Tell me what you think.