Story Title: Cross Country with the PC and BB

Chapter Title: The Pretty Committee Doesn't Do Camping… Or Do They?

OMFG! How long has it been? A month? A month and a half? Two months? I apologize x infinity. This story just slipped from my grasp, but my fans still reviewed. To this day I am still getting reviews for this story. You guys have been keeping my fingers alive . Once again, I am sooo sorry for the uber late update. But Enjoy!

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"Rise and shine, sleepyheads!" An over perky Dylan burst into Room 257 and jumped in the middle of Massie and Claire's bed.

"How many cups of coffee have you had already?" Massie groaned. She pulled a pillow from behind her and threw it at Dylan. "Five!" Dylan shouted. She picked up the pillow and bopped Massie with it.

"What time is it?" Claire murmured. "It's 7:15 exactly," Kristen said, walking into the room. "7:15?!" Massie screeched. "Seriously, I need my beauty rest." She pulled her DIVA AT REST eye mask back down. "Sorry, Princess, but we have a tight schedule and need to get going." Kemp walked into the room.

"Fifteen more minutes," Massie said. "That'd be 7:30." "No, we need to get going by 7:30," Derrick said, appearing in the doorway. "But we're sleepy," Massie whined. "Drink five cups of coffee," Dylan suggested. "You could always sleep on the road," Josh said. "I don't wanna leave," Massie said. "Well, isn't that just too bad," Derrick said.

"You have ten seconds to get up," Josh said. "And if I don't?" Massie challenged. "I have a bottle of water," Derrick said. "You wouldn't!" Massie screeched. "Try me," Derrick responded.

"Where are we going next?" Claire asked. "Grand Rapids, Michigan," Cam answered. Massie wrinkled her nose. "Why Michigan?" she asked."We have tickets to a Paramore concert and backstage passes," Josh mentioned.

"We're up!" Claire screamed. She and Massie jumped up at the same time and ran towards the bathroom. "I got the jet tub!" Massie yelled as the door slammed shut.

Alicia appeared in the doorway as soon as the water started. "I envy them," Dylan said. "They didn't even need the coffee."

* * *

One hour later, Massie and Claire came out the bathroom. "Well, just imagine if you had gotten up at 7:30," Chris said. "It is 8:15, we need to get going," Cam said, looking at his watch. "But we haven't ate," Massie said. "Do we look like we care?" Kemp asked in a Massie voice. "Kemp, I swear you really want that slap, don't you?" Massie said.

"Derrick, you want to restrain her?" Kemp asked, looking at Derrick. "Look, people, I want a stress free day with no arguments, no fighting, no road rage, no drama, just a straight shot too Ohio," Derrick said, rubbing his head.

It was silent for a full ten seconds. "Now, what are the odds that that will actually happen?" Chris asked. Derrick grinned. "I can dream." "Can we get going?" Josh asked. "But I'm hungry," Massie whined. "Fine, five minutes to get something and you eat on the road," Derrick ordered. He said it with such authority Massie couldn't help but obey.

"I can go and get breakfast, Mass, and you can get everything packed up," Claire suggested. Massie shrugged. "Sure," she responded, waving her hand in the air mindlessly. Clair chuckled to herself and walked out of the room.

The hallway was empty, and Claire found the silence comforting. She was positive that for the next two months, it would be nothing but total chaos.

Claire was still lost in her thoughts as the elevator dinged her arrival to the lobby. She stepped forward absentmindedly, twirling a blonde curl on her finger. She giggled at what she probably looked like in third person POV; a giggling, ditzy, blonde. She was unusually giddy this morning.

Right as she was about to step out of the elevator section, Claire collided chest first into a person. And from the hardness of the chest, Claire guessed it was a male person. A hand shot out and grabbed her, steadying her before she could fall to the linoleum.

Claire swept her hair out of her eyes and looked up. It was a male person, alright. A certain male person with one green eye, one blue eye, and messy brown hair. Claire felt as if all air had been sucked out of her lungs. Her light blue eyes widened and her palms began sweating.

Cam seemed to have been just as surprised. "Um, hey," he said, clearing his throat. Claire offered him a small smile and he smiled back. "What are you doing down here?" Claire asked. Cam chuckled. "I thought I could ask you the same thing," he said.

Claire smiled again. "Breakfast, actually," she responded. "Mass and I haven't eaten yet." "Well, you're in luck," Cam said. He lifted up his right hand. Two black, plastic containers were stacked on top of each other and two packets of plastic spoons and forks on top the containers. "A bagel with cream cheese and strawberries for Massie, waffles with extra syrup for you, and lattes for the both of you." He smiled at Claire's surprised expression.

"And how did you know to get all that?" Claire smirked. She'd always thought guys were more romantic when they cooked for their girlfriend (not that she was his girlfriend), but buying it counted too, she figured. "How long has it been?" Cam asked, cocking his head to the side. "Five years since we all met? Years of coed sleepovers, you would think all of us knew what you guys ate."

Claire smiled. "I doubt they are that observant," she responded. She reached out and took the carton of lattes from Cam. "And oh, sorry for the run in earlier," she said. A blush rose up onto her cheeks. Cam noticed the blush and just smiled. "That's okay. No harm done."

Claire smiled again. Her palms started sweating even more than before, and she silently cursed herself. All of a sudden, it seemed very, very, silent. And very, very uncomfortable. "Um, I think we should get back," Claire said quietly. Her eyes were trained on everywhere but Cam's eyes. "Yeah, sure," Cam drew out the word.

If there was something Claire hated most in the world, it had to be awkward moments. Especially when they involved ex crushes. As she and Cam made their way to the elevator, Claire felt a tingling sensation at the bottom of her feet. She had had the same feeling when she'd first met Cam. Ahhh, memories.

Cam decided to break the awkward silence between them. "You know," he said, "there's no way we're going to make it to Ohio by tonight." Claire checked her watch. It was already ten minutes to nine. "It depends," she responded. "If we ride until, like, midnight, then maybe we can reach Ohio."

Cam groaned. "I hope we don't have to ride that long." "Agreed," Claire murmured. The elevator dinged their arrival to the fifth floor and the metal doors slid open. The duo found themselves staring into the faces of their eight best friends, luggage in tow.

"Um," Kristen attempted. Claire eyes instantly bugged when she realized what her friends were thinking. At the same time, so did Cam. "Oh, no, we were just getting breakfast," he hurriedly explained. "Actually, Cam was getting breakfast," Claire interrupted. "We ran into each other," Cam added.

Massie's eyebrow was practically on her hair line by now. "No one was accusing," she smirked. To Claire, she mouthed: I want all details later. A blush crept up onto Claire's face as she attempted to smile at Massie. The rest of the PC and boys piled into the elevator and Derrick pressed the lobby button.

"So where's breakfast?" Massie asked. "Here," Cam called, holding up the containers. "And here are the lattes," Claire added. Another silence followed. "How long does it take to get to the lobby?" Alicia complained, rocking back and forth on her heels. Kemp held his watch out to her. "Well, in exactly twenty seconds, it will be exactly one minute since we got in here." Alicia glared at him and slapped his arm away.

Ding! The elevator sounded. "Lobby," Derrick announced. "You guys go on outside. I'll check us out." He headed for the front desk while everyone else headed for the automatic doors the other way.

"It feels so nice and breezy," Dylan sighed once they had exited the hotel. "That's because it is nice and breezy," Massie said, sipping on her latte.

Josh unlocked the RV and they all stomped inside in a single file line. Massie took a seat in the front and glared at the empty seat next to her, wishing she'd never agreed to Derrick's bet. But then again, she thought with a smirk, Derrick had a bad history with bets, most of them which he lost. "Ready to give up yet?" a voice whispered into her ear. Massie jumped ten feet in the air. "Derrick!" she screeched, slapping him on his arm. "Do nawt sneak up on me like that ever again!"

Derrick laughed and leaned back in his seat, smirking. Massie wanted nothing more than to wipe, no, smack, it off. "You really shouldn't get your temper high," Derrick said. "You still have two months to go." "That's assuming that you win, which I highly doubt," Massie fired back. Derrick just shrugged.

Massie picked up her breakfast container and tore the lid off. She picked up one of the bagels, tore a piece off, and popped it into her mouth. A few moments later, Massie felt someone's gaze on her. She turned her head to the right and caught Derrick's eyes. "I would appreciate it if you didn't watch me eat," Massie said. "Why not?" Derrick asked. "It makes me uncomfortable," Massie mumbled.

"Okay," Derrick shrugged. He pulled his iPod out and stuck his earphones in his ears. Massie turned back to her breakfast. She could hear the sounds of Good Girls Go Bad by Cobra Starship through his earphones. Humming along to the song, Massie finished her bagel. She set the container down on the small table next to her and leaned over to study Derrick.

His eyes were closed shut, and his arms folded across his chest. His floppy blonde hair fell into his face, but it made him look cute. Massie smiled at him and leaned back in her seat. After closing her eyes, she continued to hum along to his iPod.

No one noticed Derrick open his eyes and glance at her. He smiled to himself and closed his eyes again. He could definitely see her with him before the summer was over.

* * *

Three tollbooths, two bathroom breaks, one restaurant stop, five arguments, two gas stops, and nine hours later, everyone was beat. Massie stomped around the RV, scowling at anyone who looked at her.

Josh, who was currently driving, yawned in his seat and struggled to keep his eyes open. "How many more hours 'til we reach Michigan?" Massie asked. "At least three more hours," Derrick replied form his seat. "Someone, just kill me now," she said, slipping into her seat. "Gladly," Kemp muttered.

"Why don't we stop for the night?" Claire suggested softly. One look outside the window at the vacant highway was all Massie needed to give an instant no. "Anyone who spends the night out here is insane," Massie declared.

"We don't necessarily have to stay outside," Derrick said thoughtfully. "No, no, no, and no," Massie said. "I am not spending the night inside here with you guys," Alicia agreed. "It could work," Cam said. "There are two rooms in here, a pullout couch, and a sofa than can turn into a bed."

Everyone turned to look at Massie and Derrick for a decision. "No," Massie said firmly. "I say yes," Derrick yawned. To Josh, he yelled, "Pull over!" Two minutes later, the RV came to a stop, and Josh turned it off.

"I can't believe you!" Massie screeched. "Listen," Derrick sighed. "We stay here overnight and start fresh in the morning." "We're sleeping on the road," Massie pointed out. "Where gypsy's, hobos, and rattlesnakes live." "You have a wild imagination, Block," Derrick said. Massie ignored him. "You're afraid of hobos?" Kemp laughed. "Shut up," Massie glared at him.

"Besides," Derrick pointed out, "it's far too dangerous for any of us to be driving while we're this sleepy." "But," Massie protested. Derrick raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms over his broad chest. Massie closed her mouth and pouted. It was a very cute pout, Derrick noted.

"Does the Queen Bee surrender?" Chris joked. Massie glared at him and he instantly became interested in his iPod. "You know what? Fine. Let's go ahead, and risk our lives sleeping on the road," Massie said. "Dramaa Queeen," Kemp said in a low sing song voice under his breath.

"Okay, everyone, time to get in our PJ's," Derrick called. "Yeah, sure, whatever" were the response he got, and he couldn't help but grin. The PC and BB made there ways into the bathroom and two bedrooms. All of the doors closed simultaneously with a loud thud. This was going to be a long night.

* * *

Massie snuggled deeper under her cover and closed her eyes. She had claimed the pull out bed and let Dylan, Chris, Kemp, and Kristen take the bedrooms. Alicia, god bless her, had instantly noticed how awkward it would be if Massie, Derrick, Claire, and Cam all slept outside a room together, so she had turned Dylan's and Kristen's offer to share a room. Everyone was now sleeping soundly, except for Massie that is.

Despite the heat, Massie visibly shivered. Never in a million years had she thought she'd be in her current predicament. She rolled over to her right and stared at Alicia's beautiful face. Counting the many perfections on her face didn't work, and neither did counting how many times Derrick groaned in his sleep.

Massie sighed. It seemed as if her every thought was about Derrick nowadays. The guy had broken her heart, for God's sake! And just two nights with him and she already felt something. She tried to convince herself that it was nothing and she was just in over her head. Yeah, right, her inner voice contradicted her. Massie rolled her eyes. Of course God would be so cruel to give her a conscience.

Twenty minutes later, Massie eyes were finally drooping and shutting on there own. And that's when she heard it. A small scratching sound. Massie's eyes popped open. She held her breath and for a while, the only noise was her heart thumping. She began drifting back to sleep, only to be woken up again by the sound again.

"Either there's something outside or I'm going crazy," Massie muttered to herself. She wasn't taking any chances. She stood up, slipped her feet into her purple Juicy slippers and padded softly over to the chaise where Derrick was.

"Derrick," she whispered. "Derrick," she tried again, this time a bit louder. No answer. She leaned down and hissed into his ear, "Derrick!" "Hmm?" he responded. "Wake up," Massie said, still shaking his shoulder. "Go to sleep," Derrick muttered. "I can't," Massie whined. Derrick opened his eyes fully. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Right now?" Massie responded. "Trying to get your behind to listen to me."

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Derrick asked. "I heard something," Massie admitted. Derrick snorted. Massie slapped his arm. "Oww, Block," Derrick groaned. "If you wanted to play rough, all you had to do was ask."

"Uch, you disgust me," Massie said. "Then why are you holding on to me like I'm your lifeline?" Derrick smirked. Massie glared at him but made no move to move her hand. "I'm scared," she whimpered. Derrick's face softened. She really did look frightened, like a little girl who thought there were monsters under her bed.

"Why are you scared?" Derrick asked in a softer voice. "There's something outside. Scratching," Massie responded. "Block, I'm pretty sure that if something wanted to harm us, it wouldn't sit outside scratching the side of the RV," Derrick said.

"So?" Massie asked. "Maybe it's planning a mass destruction plan." Derrick looked at her as if she had gone mad. "Fine then," Massie grumbled. "You don't have to believe me." She turned on her heel and stomped back to her bed.

Ten minutes later and she still hadn't fallen asleep. "I have insomnia," she declared out loud. "That, you do," a voice said next to her. Massie's head snapped up in surprise. "I thought you went back to sleep," Massie said. "I couldn't with all your tossing and turning," Derrick responded. He started climbing into the bed.

"What are you doing?" Massie shouted. "Shhh, Block," Derrick commanded. "You already woke me up. Don't make everyone else suffer the same fate." Massie's heart was racing. "Get out of my bed," she ordered. "Relax, I'm just trying to help you sleep," Derrick said. He lied down on an extra pillow and crossed his arms over his chest. "How am I going to relax when you're in my bed," Massie said. "It's just going to make me more nervous." Derrick looked at her pretty face and smiled softly. "I make you nervous?" he asked, his eyes shining. At least he didn't smirk, Massie thought.

"Forget I said anything," Massie muttered. She lied down slowly and turned to face his bare chest. "Why don't you have a shirt on?" Massie asked. "I sleep in the nude," Derrick responded. Massie's heart thumped some more. "You do have on pants, don't you?" Massie asked in wavering voice. Derrick smirked. "Yes, I have on pants." Massie breathed in relief.

A few minutes later, Massie said, "It would be more comforting if I saw your face." Without a word, Derrick rolled over and looked at her. "You should smile too, or at least take the scowl off your face," Massie said. Derrick laughed. "You really surprise me, Block," he murmured. Massie blushed deeply; glad that he couldn't see it.

Derrick absentmindedly wrapped his arm around Massie and she lied her head down on his shoulder. The smell of Drakkar Noir was almost intoxicating. It took no less than ten minutes to fall asleep. Derrick, who had planned on getting up as soon as she fell asleep, found his self entranced with the girl sleeping in his arms. After a few minutes of musing over her, Derrick succumbed to his sleepiness. He hugged Massie closer to himself, breathed in her Chanel No. 19, and promptly fell asleep. Not one thought of what the next morning would bring enter his mind.

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