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"Eh my gawd- Mass! Hurry up!"
Massie rolled her eyes. She was fumbling with her multiple Louis Vuitton suitcases and gave a sigh of frustration. When she looked down the stairs, she saw Claire, looking gorgeous in her light wash True Religion denim mini skirt and yellow Ralph Lauren polo with a big lime pony that revealed a sliver of her tanned, flat stomach. Her silky beach blonde waves were loose, and was wearing a pair of light lime, rhinestone covered, oversized D&G sunglasses that matched the RL pony on her polo. White UGG flip flops were on her feet, and her Crayola colored Benetton bags were standing behind her.
"I'm coming Kuh-laire. Wow- you look great!" she complimented admiringly. Claire smiled.
"You don't look so bad yourself."
Massie was wearing a matching outfit, but with a different color scheme. She wore a dark wash denim mini skirt, with a short white Nautica polo and black RL flip flops. Her glossy brunette hair was curled and put into a high ponytail, and she wore a pair of black and silver Versace aviators. Claire ran up the stairs to help Massie with her many bags, and dragged them downstairs right as they heard a loud honk from outside. The doorbell rang. Isaac stood at the door.
"Do you need any help with your bags?" he asked politely. Massie giggled and nodded, leaving the bags with him. Claire and Massie linked arms and skipped to the long black stretch limo that was waiting for them on the driveway. Claire pinched Massie's arm excitedly.
"I can't wait!" she squealed. Massie laughed in return, and they opened the door, letting a blast of cold air come out from the inside. A pair of muscular, tanned arms came out, grabbed the two girls and pulled them inside. "Derrick! Let go of me!" Claire whined, and wrenched her arm away. Josh and Derrick were stretched out on the black leather seats. They looked straight out of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog. Massie kissed Josh hello, while Claire sat on Derrick's lap, and started whispering in his ear, causing a naughty grin to spread across his face. Josh reached into the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine and some delicate thin-stemmed glasses.
"Château Mouton Rothschild Pauillac." He presented in a sophisticated French accent. Claire stopped whispering to Derrick, and turned to him with a questioning look.
"What's that?"
Derrick groaned impatiently.
"It's some fancy shmancy wine my parents bought in Paris." He explained. "I stole it from the wine cellar. It was the most expensive one there, so I figured it should taste the best." Then his eyes flickered to Massie's worried face. "Mass, it's the start of summer vacation. Can you stop being such a goody two-shoes and drink the damn wine?" He teased playfully. Massie huffed edgily, and clenched her jaw.
"I am NOT a goody two shoes. In fact, give me that!" She yanked the bottle from Josh's grip, and popped open the cork right in Derrick's face, causing the cap hit his forehead. She grinned when a shot of fizzy alcohol hit him straight in the face. Josh and Claire stared at her in awe, and burst out laughing. Josh grabbed his camera, and snapped pictures of Derrick's shocked face, Massie's pleased one, and Claire doubling over with laughter. Derrick began to laugh with the rest of them as he poured the mahogany-colored liquid into four glasses and handed them to each of them. He raised his glass.
"To us- and the greatest summer of our lives!" he said with a smirk. They all drowned their drinks and eagerly poured some more.
"Damn, this stuff is good!" Claire said, leaning back onto Derrick. She kicked off her shoes and lay down across the seat, her head on his lap, and feet on Josh. "Joshy, will you be a dear and massage my feet please?" she asked with a professional English accent. Josh looked at her dubiously.
"Do I have to?" he moaned. Claire and Massie giggled.
"Yes, you do." She answered with a smile. Josh rolled his eyes, and started to press her feet. Derrick reached into his North Face backpack and pulled out his iPod video. He put one earphone in his ear, and the other in Claire's and they both started nodding and humming to Coldplay's "A Rush of Blood to the Head". Massie pulled out her iPhone and started tapping on the screen to get to their itinerary. For the rest of the one hour ride to JFK airport, they were quiet, only speaking to turn down the air conditioning and changing the radio stations.
"Mr. Harrington, we have arrived." A deep voice said from the front of the limo. Claire groggily got up from Derrick's lap, and yawned. Massie, who was practically jumping with excitement, shook Josh awake, who had fallen asleep with his head on her shoulder. Claire popped a few minty tic tacs in her mouth, and her eyes went wide at the sharp flavor. She joined Massie in whispering excitedly, stepped outside the limo, and ran into the airport. Derrick and Josh rolled their eyes at each other, shouldered their bags, and asked the Harrington's chauffer to carry the suitcases in. They joined Massie and Claire in checking in their bags, going through security, and finally, boarding their flight to Boston Logan Airport.
"Where are we sitting?" Claire asked Massie. Massie didn't answer. She was staring pointedly at a group of girls and guys who took up most of the first class seats. Derrick and Josh came behind them, and stared along with them.
Dylan Marvil and Kristen Gregory were loading their bags in the compartments above the aisle seats. Alicia Rivera was sitting with them. Griffin Hastings, Chris Plovert, and Kemp Hurley were arguing quietly in the same row across from them. Only one row remained. Massie stomped to three empty seats, muttering something that sounded like; 'I knew we should've taken the private jet.' She sat in the window seat, and glared out the window. Josh followed her. Derrick's eyes traveled across the seats, looking for someone, but obviously not finding them. He kissed Claire's cheek and whispered to her,
"I'll go see if we can change our seats." He gave her an adorable half-smile, and walked away. Claire sighed, checked her ticket, and sat in her assigned seat. She sat in the middle seat of three, and started to flip through the SKY MALL magazine.
"Hi Claire."
Claire turned to see Cam Fisher standing next to their row, and raised her eyebrows. He was wearing a pair of Diesel jeans that Claire had bought for him two years ago for Christmas, a long sleeved Hollister rugby, and of course, his beat-up leather jacket. His black hair hung in his mismatched eyes, and overall, he looked HOT. But Claire wasn't fazed.
"What do you want?" she asked nastily, folding her arms across her chest. He gave her a guilty half-smile.
"Uh, that's my seat." He said, pointing to the seat between her and the window. Claire crinkled her nose.
"Oh, okay."
She stood up and moved out of the way to let Cam by.
"What are you doing here, Fisher?" a voice growled behind them. Claire and Cam turned to see a pissed-off looking Derrick. Claire winced, knowing that a full out brawl could happen at any second. She soothingly kept a hand on Derrick's shoulder, and smiled at him. "The Captain said there were no empty seats." He said, glaring at Cam. Claire looked around. She spotted an elderly couple making their way to the Business Class seats.
"Excuse me?" she said politely. They turned. "Would you like to switch seats with us?" she asked, gesturing to herself and Derrick. The couple looked at them and then the seats, and smiled.
"We'd love to."
Claire gave them a grateful smile, and moved to let them walk past. She walked to Massie's seats, told them the whole story, then took Derrick's hand, and left the First Class area, not looking back even to see Cam's disappointed face.
"So, I guess I'll see you in Nantucket!" he shouted behind them. Claire whipped around.
"What do you mean? You're going to Nantucket?" she demanded. She felt Derrick stiffen beside her.
"Yeah." Cam replied, smiling. "We all are."
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