Disclaimer: The usual, I don't own the Clique. Lisi does. (Lucky her)
Three hours later, Massie woke up. Her back was aching and she could taste hair spray in her mouth. "Ehmagawd, where am I?" She jumped up and accidentally stepped on Derrick's foot. "Man, Block," Derrick groaned, just waking up himself. "Are you always this energetic when you wake up?"
Massie came back to her senses when she heard his voice. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, stepping off of his foot. Across from her lying on a couch, Alicia and Josh were cuddled together. Kristen was "helping" Kemp drive, Dylan and Chris was on another couch listening to his iPod, and Claire had disappeared into the bathroom.
"I'm bored," Cam announced from his perch on a table. "We could always sing road songs," Kemp suggested brightly. "Kemp, I've heard you sing," Alicia said. "Remember at the soccer game? People thought something was dying." "By people, you mean you and your glossy posse?" Kemp shot back. "No, duh," Alicia answered, and went back to cuddling with Josh.
"How about I Spy?" Massie suggested. "I Spy?" Dylan repeated. "You've been ruling BOCD for how long, and the best you can come up with is I effing spy?" "Do you have a better idea?" Massie asked. "Truth or Dare?" Claire asked, coming out of the bathroom. "I am not playing truth or dare in an RV," Alicia said. "Would You Rather?" Kristen asked. Derrick wrinkled his nose. "Too girly." "Well, how about we just sit here bored out of our minds?" Chris suggested sarcastically. "I second that motion," Kemp called.
"Did we decide if we were going north or south?" Massie asked, desperate to find something to talk about. "Well," Derrick said, showing her his clipboard and road maps. "It'd be easier if we start with the north first, so we should be in Philadelphia by tonight."
"Are we staying in a hotel?" Alicia asked. "Five star," Derrick confirmed.
"I need fresh air," Dylan said, fanning herself with her hand. "Can we puh-lease stop somewhere at a rest stop?" "Dylan, sweetheart," Chris said. "Have you looked out the window lately?" "No." Dylan drawled out the word. Chris grabbed her hand and pulled her towards a window. When she peered out, she saw nothing but dead grass, road, dead grass, road, and more dead grass. "This is torture!" Massie exclaimed, joining them at the window.
"The queens aren't done complaining," Derrick muttered. "Shocker." "Come see for yourself," Massie said, scooting over to make room for him. "I spy with my little eye an old dilapidated farmhouse," Alicia said. She and Josh had gotten up to look at the road from the other side. "You're not supposed to tell what it is," Josh said. "I wasn't playing the game," Alicia responded. "Hey look!" Claire had joined them at the window. "Isn't that a rest stop?" She pointed in the distance. And sure enough, there stood a tiny building with a sign that said: MOWRY'S REST STOP.
"Okay, this is something straight out of a movie," Alicia giggled. Dylan or Massie didn't care. They wanted out, and they wanted out now. "Stop the car!" Massie screeched, dashing to the front. "It's not a car," Kemp responded. "I don't care; just stop it so I can get out." "But if we stop now, we won't get to Philly by ten o clock." "Do I look like I care?" Massie screeched. "Just. Stop. NOW." "Okay, okay," Kemp said, pulling over. "But you're driving the last shift."
As soon as the RV stopped and the doors swung open, Massie, Alicia, Dylan, Kristen, and Claire crowded around trying to get out. Massie stepped out first, letting the wind ripple through her curls. "I feel free!" she sang, looking up at the sky. "This place is so cute," Claire giggled. She pulled out a digital camera and snapped a picture.
"It looks like those type of places that serves those huge cups of fresh from the barrel ginger ale that bubbles over the top," Alicia said. "I've always thought that was beer," Dylan said thoughtfully. Neither one made a move to enter the store.
"Are you guys just going to stand there?" Derrick asked. "Derrick?" Massie said sweetly. "Yes?" "Shut up." "Whatever you say, Princess," Derrick responded sarcastically. Massie just rolled her eyes and headed towards the store. "It's says open," Kristen said, pointing at an old sign. "In the movies, these types of stores are always open," Alicia informed them. "You watch way too many movies," Massie said.
Massie gripped the door handle firmly, and swung it open. The metal chain that had the sign hanging from it rattled against the door. The whole scene was straight out of a movie and it was seriously making them shiver despite it wasn't anything close to cold out.
"Hello?" Massie called out, looking around the store. "Anybody here?" "Oohhh, look over there!" Claire squealed. "WHAT?!" the PC screeched. "Gummy feet!" Claire responded giddily. Massie rolled her eyes. "We're not here for candy, Kuh-laire, now c'mon." She led the way towards the back of the store. They were all walking in formation as if they were entering BOCD.
"Ehmagawd!" Dylan exclaimed, stopping suddenly. "What!" Massie screeched, seriously going to hurt her if she said it because she saw Luna Bars. "Look over there!" she whispered hoarsely pointing. "I don't see anything," Massie said, narrowing her eyes. "No! I saw it," Dylan insisted. "Well we are in a general store," Alicia said. "Aren't ghosts supposed to be lurking around?" "That's it," Kristen said. "I am outta here." She turned around to leave. "No," Massie said, yanking her arm. "We stand our ground." "You stand your ground," Alicia said. "In the movies," she began.
"Okay, I am seriously telling your parents to stop letting you watch movies," Massie said cutting her off. "No look, it's there again," Dylan said. She pointed in the direction of barrel full of brooms.
"EHMAGAWD!" they all exclaimed as a young child jumped out from behind the barrel. Massie stumbled over her heels, causing Alicia to bump into her. Alicia's leg tripped Dylan, who fell into Claire, who knocked Kristen down with her. "What is the meaning of all of this noise?" a heavy voice said above them. Massie squeezed her eyes shut before opening one eyelid. She found herself looking at a short plump woman with a green and white apron on. Clutching the woman's leg on either side were a boy and a girl. The little boy had on a pair of handmade pants and a beige vest. The little girl had on the same apron as her mom. "We're sorry," Massie said standing up and brushing herself off. "We kinda tripped over each other." "We're here to buy a few things," Alicia said.
The lady's eyes seemed to pop out of her head. "Buy? Buy?! You want to buy something?!" "Uh-huh," Massie said, nodding. She intercepted Alicia's gaze and shrugged. "Oh what a day!" the lady exclaimed. "What a wonderful and joyous day!" she clapped her hands together. To the two children she said, "Fred! Sally! Get the very nice customers some shopping baskets!" She turned towards the door she had come in through and yelled, "Frank! Get down here! We have customers!"
"What is all I here 'bout costomuz?" an old man with a toothpick in his mouth came running down some stairs. He noticed the PC standing there. "Oh lawd, Mary, what I tell you?!" the old man said. "I said right when Henry waz here, me and Mary gone get some costomuz today. And looky here kids," he turned to Fred and Sally. "Watch yo papa with these youngins here." He advanced towards the PC, who took a step backwards every time he took a step forwards.
Frank let out a belly laugh. "Ho, ho, ho, ho, no need to be 'fraid of papa Frank here. He aint gone do nothing." He let out another laugh. Alicia shuddered. "Was this in the movies?" Massie asked through clenched teeth. "Dylan, get ready to yell murder if something happen," Alicia whispered. "Now, now," Sally said. "Here go some shopping baskets." She handed each PC a barrel. "Now pick anything you want up outta here."
She led the way down one aisle. "Here we have all dry food. Cookies, crackers, chips, bread, and anything else you can think of." Every time she said an item, she dropped it in each of the PC "shopping baskets."
"On this aisle," she said leading them to another aisle. "We have clothes. Now won't they look charming in an apron?" she asked, turning to Frank. "Oh, yeah, Sally. Charming as them daisies in that field over at Nelly's," he agreed heartily. "Um, well, we don't really need any clothes," Massie began. But Sally didn't hear and picked up five aprons. "Now, now, I want you youngins to go right through there and put these on. You gone look beautiful I tell ya." "Lady, NO!" Alicia said. But Sally was dragging them towards a curtained room. "Now, now, it's gone be all right." She pushed them forward. "Now gone head put these here on." She handed each of them an apron.
Once inside the room, Alicia said, "Now there is absolutely no way in this life or the next am I putting on something that was handmade." "I am nawt wearing polyester," Dylan said. Massie looked ready to rip the apron up. "C'mon guys, it's not that bad," Claire said. But even she did not want to put it on. "I had to wear something like this in a school play before," Kristen said slowly. "All we have to do is let them see us wearing them, and then we change when we get back in the RV." "I am nawt getting naked in a bus full of boys," Massie said. "There are two rooms and a bathroom in the RV," Claire said.
Massie sighed. "Alright, but put the apron over your clothes. That way we won't be really wearing it."
After three minutes, the PC stepped out in their aprons. Alicia was saying over and over, "I'm wearing polyester, I'm wearing homemade polyester." It was enough to make her cry. "We rung up all your items," Sally said after complimenting the PC on how "bootiful" they looked. "Twenty dollars and fifty cents exactly." "Do you take credit?" Massie asked stepping forwards.
"Why, of course we take credit," Frank said. He bent down under a table and came back up. In his hand, he was holding a huge, old looking cash register. The sound it made when it slammed on the table made the Pretty Committee jump. Massie hurriedly swiped her AmEx while Sally dumped their items in the barrels again.
"Come again!" she sang happily as the PC grumpily grabbed their shopping barrels. "Don't count on it," Massie muttered. "C'mon, I have to get out of this stuff," Alicia groaned.
Massie pulled open the door again and let it slam. The PC came face to face with Briarwood Boys, who were all standing against the RV. They looked at the PC, eyes bugged out and mouths open. The old ripping-at-the-seams aprons and barrels made them look like women from the first colony. "Don't ask," Massie said as she and PC made their way back into the RV.
Okay, there's the second chapter. I wanted to add some humor first so I did this chapter. Please review with you thoughts
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