A/N: Sorry I haven't updated this in a LOOOOOOOONG time, I started a whole bunch of other stories and got distracted. Plus writer's block, plus homework? Wheeee.
Anyway. Thanks for the reviews, which I still got even though I stopped updating (huh?!) for a while. Here's chappy for you guys. (PS-are there any mistakes? Please tell me! I won't kill you, because I haven't picked out a good machine gun yet. JK!!!!!!!!!) (don't report me to the police! PLEASE!)
Massie's eyes flicked approvingly from costume to costume. They were laid out on Dylan's swinging bed, all in a neat row. The shoes were under the outfits, under the bed.
Her Lolita girl outfit was perfect. The skirt was little bit shorter than the picture, but it looked better. Inez had also sent black fairy wings with purple glitter around the edges. They pinned onto the back of the corset top. Massie was debating wearing them with her new black leather Marc Jacobs stiletto boots.
Alicia's kimono was even grander than the picture. It had a pink sash and the extra-long sleeves rolled up to reveal pink satin inside. The sword had Japanese characters engraved on the blade, which translated to "power, strength, and beauty."
Claire's "summoner" dress was perfect with the staff she'd ordered. It was made of wood, with a large gold circle at the top. There was a large clear crystal hanging down by a fishing line and there were feathers in different shades of pink and blue at the bottom of the circle, tied on with black leather cords. There was a small cluster of bells hanging off of a blue ribbon at the end. The handle was simply the ribbon wrapped around the end several times until about three inches of it was covered.
Dylan's cat ears were adorable. Her dress had an asymmetrical hem, but it cut off above her knees so it wouldn't bother her. The lace collar had a big blue bell hanging off of it, and her cross was Tiffany.
Kristen's Goth outfit looked great, too. Her everything looked like the typical Japanese schoolgirl, aside from the fact that it was black where it should have been blue or red. There was a black tie, which was tucked under the collar of her white Lacoste polo. The polo had two black stripes on the bottom and on the sleeves.
Massie smiled as she slipped a tiny blue box near the top of each one, where their heads would be. No outfit was ever complete without something couture, after all.
Dylan knocked on the door. "Hey, Massie, can we come in yet?"
Massie straightened the white bow on Claire's gift and called back, "Yeah, come on in."
She stood tall at one end of the bed, beaming delightedly when they came in and Claire's jaw almost hit the floor.
"Wow." Alicia ran a hand over her outfit. "There's no way Inez made this."
"Are you doubting Inez's skill?" Massie teased.
"Yeah," Dylan said, studying her own outfit. "This is so chic!"
"Love this!" Kristen said delightedly, running a hand over the silky fabric of her tie.
"I know! Fanime is gonna be so fun," Claire added. "Hey, this is new!" She picked up the staff. "Whoa."
"We're gonna get in the paper for this one!" Alicia said, studying Massie's black wings. "Hey, are you like, a Goth fairy?"
"No," Massie said, lifting up the printed picture of her outfit. "The original is a Lolita girl, so I'm a Lolita fairy."
"Oh," Alicia said, obviously still confused. "I get it."
"Hey!" Claire called from the other side of the room. "Look at this!"
The walked over, forgetting the costumes momentarily. "What?"
"This headline! 'Connor Foley's Secret Fling: Meet The Girl Who Wrecked It!' Isn't that you, Massie?" Claire cracked up.
"Ehmagawd!" Massie flipped open to the picture. There were grainy photos of her and Alicia at Connor's house, plus a blown-up picture of Massie's school picture. Underneath that, it read, "Who Is She?" and explained that she was an eighth grader in Westchester, New York at an exclusive private school. It described her in detail, although it was nothing that the picture couldn't explain already. They also had a box with a picture of Bean on Connor's stomach while they lounged in the pool. Finally, the last box was a picture of her hugging Connor.
"Hey!" Alicia cried out. "I hugged Connor too, and yet it looks like I just sat there while you two were all love-y!"
Ignoring her, Massie muttered, "Famous times two, huh?"
"Times three, actually," Claire said, holding up an issue of Seventeen. It had a small picture of the Pretty Committee and a red circle around Massie's face. The subtitle read "Is She The Girl Who Broke Up Abby And Connor?"
That article was mostly about Massie and Connor's supposed "fling" and hardly mentioned that Abby and Connor had been dating. It, too, showed pictures of her at Connor's house, her school picture and other shots from various points in the yearbook.
There was also a picture of Connor and Abby sharing a passionate kiss on the set of Dial L, along with a caption that read, "More Than An Onscreen Romance? Not Anymore!" and detailed Abby and Connor's broken relationship.
Massie laughed. "Ehmagawd! I sound like some psychopath bee-yotch!"
"You broke up Hollywood's fave new couple, who you also broke the news about. I think you are a psycho bee-yotch," Alicia said, and the way she said it, it sounded like a compliment.
"Thank you," Massie said, bowing. "You're all too kind." She stopped bowing, and said thoughtfully, "Well, actually, not really."
"Whatevs." Kristen shrugged. "Can we focus? I told my mom I'm at math camp, so if I don't come back somewhat smarter with a ton of worksheets to show her, I'm dead."
"No prob. We'll stop by the party store on the way and get you a ribbon that says you won the Mathlete competition." Massie smiled sympathetically.
Dylan nodded. "And we can get you one of those shiny gold medals on those striped lanyards. You know, the ones that look like an Olympics medal? Yeah. We can get you two or three of those, and maybe a trophy."
"Cool, but I still need to do some sort of worksheet to show her." Kristen crinkled her nose, but then smiled. "Thanks, guys."
They giggled. "Now, let's get dressed and head down, okay?"
"The con starts at two and its only one o'clock, Massie," Claire said, crinkling her eyebrows. "Shouldn't we leave a little later?"
"No," Massie said bluntly. "The con is down in San Jose, so we've gotta hurry! It takes forty-five minutes to get there, without traffic."
"Kay, we should go then." Dylan nodded and picked up her outfit. The tiny blue box fell onto the floor. "What's this?"
"Hope it wasn't breakable," Kristen said, smirking.
The girls all noticed them and tugged away the white ribbons, studying the tiny blue suede pouches they pulled out. Opening them, they each found a piece of customized silver Tiffany jewelry.
Claire had gotten a silver barrette, with "Tiffany & Co" engraved in fine print at the top. It had a picture of a feather on it, the feather being engraved with some sort of intricate design. (A/N: Tsubasa Chronicles fans, think like Sakura's memory feathers.)
Alicia's silver necklace had a small silver heart charm hanging from the toggle clasp that was engraved with a small hourglass, like the symbol for the Sand Village from Naruto.
Dylan had a charm bracelet that matched Alicia's, but the picture engraved on it was the Japanese symbol for love.
Massie's thin silver necklace had two small silver hearts, which were smaller versions of the ones that Alicia and Dylan had. Her charms had a symbol that looked like the Starbucks steam turned sideways (the Wind village, from Naruto) and a delicate-looking rose from Ouran High School Host Club.
Kristen had received a small silver skull-and-crossbones pin. The eyes were heart-shaped rubies. It was smiling, but almost wickedly. The bone of the left side had "T & Co" engraved on it in tiny print.
"This is awesome," Kristen said, pinning it onto her tie. "I'm gonna go get changed."
She disappeared into Dylan's "winter" closet.
"Yeah, we should go." Alicia nodded and disappeared into "spring."
Dylan headed into "summer", Claire went into "fall", and Massie walked towards the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, the girls were dressed and slicking on the final coats of gloss. Massie was putting on her newest Glossip Girl, Candy Apple. Claire was using Chapstick, but Dylan was shoving a tube of Pink Lemonade Juicy Tubes (by Lancôme) at her. Kristen was using her MAC lipglass, and Alicia had strawberry-flavored Nars lip balm. Dylan wore a coat of Chanel "Ballet Pink" gloss.
Massie and Dylan both had smoky eyeshadow, although Dylan's was more black where Massie's was gunmetal grey. Claire had pale pink eyeshadow, Alicia had bronze, and Kristen had brown-ish bronze. They all wore a little rosy blush.
Finally, they grabbed the bags set out for them. Massie had a black Harajuku Lovers bag with a guitar embossed on it in gold. Kristen had a brown leather Prada "briefcase" with a silver lock, Claire had a leather messenger bag, and Dylan had a black Versace tote with a TokiDoki qee attached. Alicia had pockets sewn into the long sleeves of her kimono, so she didn't need a bag.
Each girl's bag was stuffed with their wallets, lipgloss, their cell phones, and a tiny compact mirror. Claire also had her camera and a red flashlight/whistle combo that was super-loud. Her parent had made her promise not to go anywhere without her "safety whistle."
"Let's go," Dylan said, after a final mirror-check.
"Wait! We've gotta do rating," Massie insisted. Then she picked up a black blush brush and announced, "First, we have Alicia Rivera, wearing a gorgeous silk kimono that has pockets hidden inside her sleeves. Her heels are black patent leather by Chanel, and her necklace adds an extra couture edge. Congrats, you are a nine-five."
Alicia bowed.
"Next, we have Dylan Marvil, wearing a stylish knee-length black dress with long sleeves that cover most of her fingers. Don't be alarmed, everyone. It only looks like she's giving you the finger, because the sleeves are so long that they cover all but her middle finger!" Claire giggled.
Dylan blushed.
"Oh-kay then," Massie said. "How about we stick to me doing the announcements?"
Claire rolled her eyes. "Fine."
"Wearing a black knee-length dress with extra-long sleeves, we have Dylan Marvil! She's got red-and-black kitty ears perched in her hair, which has been straightened and deep-conditioned to glossy perfection. Her collar is perfect, and that cross looks very chic! The Tiffany bracelet adds an edge, and her Chloe heels finish it off. Congrats, you are a nine-four." Massie smiled and golf-clapped.
"Next, we have Kristen Gregory, who is wearing a Gothic school girl uniform. Her skirt, which is black with a purple stripe around the bottom, is pleated to perfection. Her sailor-style short sleeve Lacoste polo has a collar and two black stripes around the bottom and the ends of the sleeves. It is paired with a black tie. Her shoes are white platform Cathy Jean tennis shoes with black ribbon shoelaces, a TPC touch. Her silver Tiffany pin is attached to her tie, making her a nine-six."
"Now, we have Kuh-laire Lyons, wearing a pretty summoner's kimono with separated bell sleeves. The shirt, which is a halter, is pink and her full-length skirt is purple with little white flowers at the bottom. She's wearing a pair of brown slouchy boots, because she ahb-viously thinks they're cute than the Chloe heels I offered her. However, she earns back those lost points with her pretty pink eyeshadow and sleek hairstyle, not to mention the amazingly super-dorky-liscious staff we ordered for her. And extra-extra points for using the Tiffany hairclip sans GAP hair tie. Congrats, you are a nine-four."
Massie stepped forward. "I am wearing a black and purple Lolita fairy outfit. I have a fluffy black-and-purple tulle skirt that itches like crazy, black short-shorts that say 'Lolita' on them in silver glitter, and a strapless black corset top with purple ribbon lacing it together in the front. My wings are black, with purple glitter around the edges, and I switched the original heels for my brand-new black Marc Jacobs leather boots. My necklace is ah-dorable and compliments my tiny tiara. My hair is up in a sloppy bun with curls hanging out for a 'deconstructed' look. Rate me?"
"Nine-seven," Alicia said. "Your gloss is wearing off."
Massie re-applied it and beamed.
"Nine-eight," Alicia amended.
"Nine-nine," Kristen and Dylan said.
"Ten," Claire piped up. She really thought Massie looked great. "Your hair is amazing. I love the glitter spray."
"Really? A ten?" Massie grinned.
"Yeah," Claire said.
"Okay, enough mush. Shall we go?" Dylan yawned and stood up, her bubble chair swinging.
"Yeah." Kristen nodded and picked up her bag.
Dylan speed-dialed her mother's driver, and the girls headed downstairs. When they hit the entry, the skidded to a stop and put on their shoes. Massie threw open the door, beaming as the warm afternoon sunlight flooded the room.
They poured into the limo and plugged in Massie's iPod. "Rockstar" by Prima J poured out of the surround-sound speakers, and they sang along as the car pulled out of the driveway and into the road.
"You hate 'cause I'm a rockstar, a rockstar,
a pretty little problem, uh-huh.
You hate me 'cause I'm everything that you ever wanted to be
and that I'm lyin' cause I love it when you lookin' at me.
Treat us like some super-stars,
and only 'cause that's what we are.
You know we're going really far
and you ain't even heard it all.
'Cause I'm a rockstar, a rockstar.
Keep lookin' at me."
A/N: I love that song! And yes, it is in Bratz, but I liked it WAY before that. So no, I'm not a Bratz-groupie. No worries. ( : Oh yeah, and I don't own Clique or Prima J. I own the plot, and I pwn everyone else. (; (and no, that's not a typo. I prefer 1337 speak, but most people don't get it. Tell me, can you read this:
R3\/13\/\/, 73353! 1 7u\/ r3\/13\/\/er5!!!!
HINT-its all supposed to be letters.