Heyy everybody so I have 6 all ready for you guys. Filler mostly but, it has some Clam in it and drama so I hope you like. It has been brought to my attention that I am not using parallel structure properly. Thank you oh so very much( sarcasm) twilightxaddictt. My only challenge to you now is to go through Chapter 5 and find five examples of this and correct them. I am trying my hardest here not to be rude with you but the review I received from you was very rude itself. I might also point out misspellings within the text. How much real writing experience do you think I have? I am thirteen and in the seventh grade. Come on. Not to mention my school has writing and language programs that, well, suck. Have we forgotten that fan fiction is for fun and improving skill? I love constructive criticism exponentially, but your comment crosses the border from constructive to rude and mean with untrue intentions. I would appreciate any comments criticizing my writing to be at least civil. Thank you and happy reading.
"But I am sooo fat!" Dylan whined. She was laying on her back on her sister Carly's bedspread. Her eyes followed the swirling patterns in the uniquely painted ceiling. Saturday night had left her at home. Again.
"Dylan Lee, if you think a size 4 is fat, you have a seriously warped idea of weight. I would luh-ve to still be a size 4." Carly pulled her straight red hair into a blue hair elastic. She put a tiny hand on her eighteen year old, size 8 hip.
"But you're eighteen. I'm only thirteen. Thirteen year olds are supposed to be size 0"she complained and rolled over. She traced a purple star on the old comforter. The bell like sound of the middle Marvil sister's laugh filled the grand guestroom.
"Dyllie," Carly flipped Dylan over gently and grabbed her by her broad shoulders. "don't worry about it
okay? So what. You have five pounds those other girls don't, that just means there's more of you for that
Hurley boy to love." Carly teased and smiled before standing up to examine her outfit in the full length
mirror. She buttoned up one more blue button on her Brooks Brothers shirt that belonged to their dad. She fastened in a pair of silver stud earrings and pulled a loose thread from her brown leather, flower belt.
"When do you have to go back Carls?" Dylan asked. She was referring to the state college her sister spent almost all of her time taking courses at. Her sisters dream was to eventually be a big time producer in Hollywood. Her film classes took most of her time up and out of the house. Even before college she had been too busy at her boarding school upstate.
"Tomorrow- Sanding's has it out for me. Can't miss any more of his class or I probably won't pass" she joked as she slid on a tan headband. Dylan loved her sister's simple/cute fashion sense. It was so different from her twenty year old sister, Becca's funky and wild closet. Dylan wasn't sure what her style would be labeled as. She couldn't decide what to wear but still ended up looking good.
"Hey, promise me you will do something tonight?" Carly raised her brows expectantly. "Another Saturday of Gilmore Girl reruns and talking to that Massie girl won't cut it." she brushed on some blue Dior Mascara and lined her blue eyes in brown. She twisted the clear cap back on the eyeliner pencil and sat down on her bed next to Dylan.
"What do you want me to do? It's already five-thirty." Dylan asked as she leaned back on her thin arms and stared up at her sister. She remembered Carly's total dislike for all things Massie. According to her she was a needy brat who loved the attention in any form she could get it.
The hissing of Merri-Lee's hair dryer could be heard down the hall along with the absent minded singing she did after showering. Tonight's performance was an over-dramatic version of Celine Dion. Carly looked through the crack between the door and the wall to see if their mother's door was closed.
"I don't care as long as you get out. Here, mom should be drying for ten more minutes followed by a mass styling session. Get out while you can or you get interrogated about it for an hour until you can leave." Carly warned as she stood and glided across her room to the white vanity in the corner. She scooped up her makeup bag and put it in her Balenciaga before grabbing her phone. She pulled at the antenna of her old Motorola before slipping it in her back pocket.
"I've already raided the mall, gotten my nails done and picked up the latest Vogue and Teen People. I have nothing to do." Dylan challenged as she walked across the sea foam carpet in her yellow puppy dog socks. She played with the zipper on her green Juicy warm up jacket and stood next to her sister in the mirror. Carly and Dylan had always been compared to each other. They shared the fiery red hair but most similarity stopped there. Carly had deep blue eyes and freckles where Dylan had jade eyes and clear skin. They measured up about the same in the height department and their mostly slim but slightly curvy figures. Bekka was the odd one. She shared Dylans eyes but her chocolate waves didn't fit in.
Carly rolled her eyes and sprayed her favorite Bath and Body works mist before walking through it. The welcoming sugary, vanilla scent countered the apple Yankee and Tocca candles Merri-Lee always had lit around the house. Dylan breathed it deeply and took in the bakery aroma. While she preferred Black Raspberry or Missoni, the comfort of the vanilla was a nice change. She watched her sister tap her first finger on her chin and look over her shoe rack. At last count, Carly owned twenty pairs of Uggs alone. Dylan watched as her sister pulled out a pair of mid-calf camal color Uggs and tucked her jeans into them as she pulled them on her feet.
"What do ya think Dyl?" Carly stood with one foot popped and a smile on her face.
"I say………9.6" Dylan answered confidently as she twirled a few strands of scarlet colored hair.
"Ugh, is that how the Massie girl told you to rate how you look? Because I dunno if you know, but I have 5 levels of hotness. You have No, Eh, Okay, Hawt and Girl you are lookin' amay-zing." Carly counted them off on her left hand as she slipped her purse up her shoulder. Dylan laughed at her sister as she judged again.
"Okay then. Girl you are lookin' amay-zing is definitely how you describe your outfit tonight." Dylan rolled her eyes playfully.
"Good. You go get ready super fast and I'm going to swallow a granola bar real fast because me and the group aren't eating until we collapse of hunger later on tonight." Carly walked out slowly and Dylan darted out in the hall and ran into her room to change.
Three minutes later Dylan walked into the kitchen with her new outfit and fixed hair. True Religion's, green long sleeve scoop neck tee paired with a cream scarf topped the outfit. She slid on a chocolate pair of Uggs she took from Carly's shoe rack.
The screams of the hair dryer were silenced and Carly widened her eyes in panic as she heard footsteps on the tile bathroom floors.
"Crap! Dyllie, grab the keys and get in the Mercedes. Go!" Carly threw her wrapper away and rushed to make it down the steps and out the door. Dylan followed quickly before grabbing the car key off the family key tree. She heard "Dy-" before she slammed the front door and jumped in the car.
Once they were inside Carly tore out of the driveway and slowed farther down the street.
"So, uh, where are you taking me?" Dylan asked nervously. Her sister sort of had a knack for making unexpected trips to where you wanted to stay farthest from.
"You'll see….." she assured and made a left turn. The houses were looking familiar. There was something about this street……Ehmagawd! Her sister was easing the silver car into the driveway of the Hurley's house.
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"Heyy Layne. Wasup?" Kristen greeted her secret friend from her secret cell phone. She had too many secrets to keep up with anymore. She tried to keep her voice down. Being in Massie's house was dangerous enough. Getting caught talking to Layne…… If Massie ever found out she had tried to break her and Dempsey up, she would be out faster than last years Fendi bag.
"Me and Dempsey are going to hang out tonight!! I am so happy we can be together now. Heyy, um, what should you get at a movie. I mean, Junior Mints are good but I reallllly want some Milk Duds. But I don't want to get caught picking caramel out of my teeth" Layne actually sounded worried. Kristen rolled her eyes and tapped her foot impatiently. She loved having a friend like Layne, but the Dempsey thing was killing her.
" Listen, I can't talk about Dempsey. It's great you two are happy but if Massie ever found out what I was doing-" Kristen was interrupted. She hadn't noticed the Massie standing at the door when she started to talk. Massie had taken ah-lot faster with her mom than Kristen anticipated.
"And what exactly where you doing?" Massie asked with her brows raised. She waltzed in like a ballerina and gracefully stopped inches away from Kristen. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared challengingly. The direct better-explain-and-have-a-good-excuse look on her face could freeze water in the Sahara.
Kristen snapped the silver phone shut with a satisfying clicking noise. She was mustering up any possible courage she had in her to stand up for herself. It wasn't her fault her two besties had like the same boy. Was it? With a deep breathe, she squared up to Massie ready to fully explain herself. It took everything she had not to beg for understanding and hope that Massie wouldn't kick her out of the PC.
"Massie, that was Layne," she stated calmly trying to leave out any traces of fear or nervousness. " she was talking about her date tonight with Dempsey. And as far as what I was doing that I didn't want you to find out about, I was helping Layne get Dempsey's attention. Nothing major. Just giving advice." she finished with little determination. Massie had kept her eyes locked on her the whole time. She wasn't showing any emotion behind the hardened amber color.
"Hmm." Massie set her up. Kristen started to twist the old ruby ring around her pointer finger. She knew what was coming. Massie would tell her off then put in one of her patented "are you a- then why are you" type comebacks ultimately putting her on top.
"See, my memory seems to be thinking that you were my friend first. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I do believe I told you I had a crush on Dempsey. And that still didn't stop you from trying to help Layne Abeley get him for herself after he was taken." Massie paused and was circling Kristen slowly. Just like a shark before a kill.
"Layne liked him first. Just because she didn't announce it to the world, doesn't mean she wasn't entitled to go after him." Kristen countered as she flipped her blonde hair behind her shoulder. She put her hand on her hip and looked right into Massie's searing eyes. They were livid.
"And? 'All is fair in love and war'" Massie answered throwing in a shrug. She smirked and stopped circling. She picked up a bottle of Tab and cracked open the top. The hissing sound provided the only noise.
"If all is fair, then what I did was fine" Kristen bit back quickly. She put in attitude with her clever remark. She took a step closer to Massie. She watched her put the can to her lips and take a dainty sip of the energy drink.
"All was fair in love. Now everything is fair in war. Just in case you didn't know- you are sooo out." Massie slammed the can down on her oak bed table and a green liquid droplet landed on her arm.
"Ha. That is perfectly fine with me. Atleast with my real friends, I won't have to constantly worry about you being Massie Almighty and trying to control everything. I'm ready for friends who aren't obnoxious, overly-bratty, controlling fakes." Kristen knew she was probably ending this friendship for good. She may never be friends with the PC again. And ya know? It felt good to tell the truth.
She turned out of the room leaving Massie stunned for the first time in her life. She slammed the door behind her to muffle the shrieks coming from behind her.
"Bye Mrs. Block" Kristen called out sweetly to Kendra. SH ewas sitting in a luxurious leather chair reading a copy of People with a small set of Gucci reading glasses on. Kendra looking up and smiled at her before she went back to Britney's latest scandal.
"Good evening Miss Gregory" Inez smiled as she rushed past with a laundry basket full of flannel sheets. Kristen smiled back and pulled open the front door. The minute the chilly air hit her, she realized what she had done. SH ejust challenged Massie Block. That was the scariest thought any person could ever have and it drained her of all strength as she rod the long roads back to Brickview. Massie Block never played fair.
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Claire felt the familiar vibrations of her cell phone in her back pocket and went into panic mode. Her mom was dusting the table in the same room as her. If she could hear it, it would be confiscated and she would be grounded. And Scarefest wasn't something she planned on missing.
"Claire?" Judi turned around and tucked a lock of short brown hair behind her ear. Her brows were furrowed in confusion and questioning. Claire froze in place.
"Uh, yeah?" she asked sweetly. She played with a loose string on her Old Navy slim fit jeans.
"Is Todd home?" she asked. Claire releases the string that was tangled around her finger and watched the color return to normal as she sighed in relief.
"No, I think he went over to Nathen's place a few blocks over" Claire answered and tried to hurry out of the room to check her phone. She rushed up the hardwood steps and into her room. She shut the door and pulled out her phone. She flipped open the Dial L phone and a black rhinestone popped off the top.
CAM- want 2 come over 2nite?
She smiled and went back to her inbox for an older message.
Massie- K is sooo out. Carpool early 2moro. B rdy.
Claire rolled her eyes but secretly wondered what Kristen could have done to be kicked out of the PC at a time when Massie needed them the most . She decided to ignore Massie for now and head over to the Fisher's. She pulled on her favorite Gap sweater over her top and slid on a pair of normal Keds. Tonight she was just being herself.
"Hey, I'm heading over to Cam's place for dinner with his family" Claire called down the stairs as she walked out of her room and started to go downstairs. She grabbed a tube of rejected Glossip Girl and slid it in her back pocket. Sugar Plums. Massie didn't like how sugary and sweet the gloss was.
When Claire arrived at his door ten minutes later, she was freezing. She reached for the doorbell but was surprised when it flung open on its own to reveal Harris and some girl on their way out.
"He's upstairs" Harris told her before he walked out holding hands with the bubbly brunette. The cinnamon aroma of the Fisher's house filled her nose as she walked into the familiar setting. It was the first time she had been here since they had broken up.
"Hi Claire" Mrs. Fisher greeted with a wide grin. She pulled a small apple pie out of the oven and put it down on the counter with ease. The wafting scent was delicious.
"Hey." Claire greeted her and started up the chocolate carpeted stairs. Her shoes sunk into the plush carpeting as she reached the top and opened the door to the t.v room. She saw the head of black hair and smiled. The door creaked as she pushed it open with ease and walked in.
"Hey Cam" she greeted with a smile. Cam twirled around in surprise and smiled back.
"When did you get here?" he asked with a nervous grin. Claire watched as he ran his hand through his scruffy almost-time-for-a-cut hair. Claire felt like Diet Soda buubles were inside her stomach as he grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the identical bean bag chairs by the silver t.v. set.
"Just a minute ago. Your mom was baking." Claire let out a yawn at the end and realized how tired she actually was. She tried to count the number of nights she hadn't slept well since school started and lost track.
"Aww man." Cam groaned and threw his head back.
"What?" she asked with a puzzled expression. She reached for the little remote and pulled it into her lap as he talked.
"She has been baking all month. There's a new pie every day and it is killing me!" Cam started to look a little green around his pale cheeks as if the thought of pie might be enough to make him hurl.
"And you're complaining why?" Claire asked. She was wishing hr mom would try to make something every once and a while. The most Judi ever baked was Pillsbury Sugar Cookies out of the plastic packages.
"Imagine dessert every single day of your life. It's scary" Cam warned playfully. Claire focused on his blue eye for a second and she began to notice just how much she had missed the mismatched colors.
"Yeah. Whatever you say, crazy" Claire rolled her baby blues at him and pressed her thumb into the little 'power' button on the remote. The screen lit up and cut right into the middle of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Gotta love the irony.
"Oh someone help me" Cam squeezed his eyes shut to block out the images of sugary cake and candy dancing on the screen in front of him. Claire burst out in a fit of laughter at him and quickly changed the channel to Secret Life of the American Teenager. Claire wished in her mind that Cam would scoot closer to her so she could smell the Drakkar Noir on him. As if on cue he sat back up and disguised his moving as an imbalance in the chair as he sat next to her. She inhaled the scent and felt at ease again.
Twenty minutes later Claire was beginning to notice that Cam was getting fidgety and acting weird. He shifted from side to side like Taz had been let loose inside him and he couldn't stay still. She knew he wasn't paying attention and wanted to know what was wrong. It seemed like he could read her mind because at that exact moment he came clean.
"Um, Claire" he started nervously and he bit his bottom lip.
"Hmm" she pulled her attention off the screen again and turned to him. He looked a little bit scared.
"Well….. Okay, I got a call earlier…." he trailed off and his eyes found their way to the ground instead of her face.
"Okay" Claire didn't see any importance in this. So what? You got a call. Great.
"From Olivia. Before you get the wrong idea, I tried to get off but she kept going on about a mistake and wanting me back and how she really liked me. I just…. I told her to get a life and hung up." a few seconds of silence trailed by slowly as Claire was processing the information. "Please don't be mad at me Claire" he asked as he looked back up to her and got eye contact. Claire tried to look with sympathy and not annoyance that was building for Olivia.
She finally chose her words and sighed before starting. "How can I be mad at you? It wasn't your fault." she watched him take in the new and the relief could be seen flooding out from his eyes. She could see him fiddling with the plastic of a Ziploc in his pocket.
"Thanks for understanding. I just want her to stop annoying me." he smiled and pulled out a red worm from the bag. Claire accepted it and squished back into the chair against Cam. She chewed and went back to watching the show happy that Cam was just honest with her again.
Ta-daa. So sorry everybody who read my giant note before. It just irritated me that a person could be so impolite with a review like that. Moving on. Chapter 7 will go into what happens at the Hurleys house and there might be some Layne stuff too. Massie will work in a little time but won't be the center of attention. Reviews my loves. LaterJ