Massie, Kristen, and Claire went downstairs to help Derrick while Alicia examined her bruise in the mirror, which turned out to be a mistake. She refused to go to Paris looking like this! What would the boys think of her? A girl with two heads! She'd get more calls from the circus then from hot French guys!

When Alicia finally got up the courage to stick her head out of Massie's room (with a towel wrapped around her head, duh!), the house was completely silent, which was never a good thing. Cautiously, she tiptoed down the stairs and went to the room where Derrick was always to be found, the kitchen. And where the diary-stealer dwells, the she-devil is always close by.

It was quiet, too quiet, and then… "Derrick!!!!" Alicia was tackled to the ground, banged her head once more, this time on the counter, and kicked a surprised Dylan off of her.

"Your not Derrick." Dylan said, the baseball bat she was holding in mid strike.

Alicia rolled her eyes, "Duh, do you really think Derrick has boobs?"

"Hahaha, and we never saw derrick without his shirt on so how am I supposed to know? He could have had them this whole time and no one would have noticed, except Massie of course. Do you think she would tell?"

"Dylan, come back down to earth. Where are the others?"

"Like I'm supposed to know. One minute I'm running after him screaming bloody murder and the next he disappears behind the pool house. Clever little git! The next thing I know I'm flat on my face with a life ring around my neck. What am I, a seal? I can't wait to get my hands on him and ring his neck. What a game that would be! I call first dibs, you can have second. Kay Leesh? Leesh?

Alicia smiled and nudged Dylan, pointing towards the bushes. "I spy with my little eyes a strand of hair. Blond hair." Wherever Claire was, Massie was. Wherever Massie was, was one very unlucky boy. Not that Alicia cared; she still wanted payback for having to look like hell for her first trip to Paris and the only thing on her mind was kill the brunette.

It didn't take long for Massie to notice they were being watched. She gathered everyone around her, told them the plan and got into position. Kristen, who was the fastest, ran out of the bushes with Derrick's baseball cap on. Dylan took the bait at once and flew after Kristen, dragging her bat behind her. Alicia, though, was ready. She pelted ready-made water balloons, courtesy of Claire's little brother, at the remaining three behind the bushes.

Claire, her hands protecting her from the onslaught, ran toward Alicia and tackled her to the ground. This left Derrick and Massie alone, as did all of their previous plans from the past. They slipped through the fence and escaped to the neighbors yard, thinking they were safe. Oh, were they wrong!

Dylan was back, this time with a hose! Massie and Derrick were completely soaked by the time he surrendered the diary and they once more became friends.

"What was in that stupid book anyway?" Derrick asked, trying to look over Dylan's shoulder as she checked to make sure it was unharmed.

"Its not a stupid book!" Dylan said stubbornly.

"Whatever. Still don't see what the big deal is, though. So, Block, nervous about that plane ride? I feel bad for the person who has to sit next to you." Derrick feigned barfing as he went to pick up the pillow that was the cause of the whole fight.

Massie ignored him and smiled secretly. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you, Harrington, you don't know were it's been."

Confused, Derrick looked up and saw a furiously blushing Dylan. He at once dropped the pillow and wiped his hands on Massie's shirt. "Ewe, Derrick!" she shrieked, giggling.

"Promise me something? Never tell me what happened to that pillow."

Derrick had to cover his face with his hands as Dylan once more unleashed her hose. Massie ran for cover while Kristen, who still thought the redhead was chasing her, ran straight into Claire, who was brushing herself off. They both tumbled into the pool, screaming like mad. Alicia smiled and as Massie went over to the pool to see if her friends were all right, the vixen pushed her right in after them. "Now we're even!" She called, laughing, and with a big leap she did a flip into the now occupied pool. Derrick went to the diving board, wiggled his toosh and, showing off, did a back flip. None of them seemed to care that they were in their clothes as they started playing Marco Polo and a fight broke out that Derrick was cheating. Yells of "Pervert" could be heard from down the street, but Dylan wasn't paying attention. She was stroking her now soaked diary and whispering it words of comfort and when no one was looking, she shoved it back into the pillow and gave it a big smooch. "You better watch out French boys, the redhead is on the loose."

The next day Massie's house looked like a tornado had hit it. She had ten minutes before Isaac was here and still hadn't picked out what she was going to wear. Finally she decided on a simple white-laced tang top, skinny black jeans, and to add a little color, red mary janes. For the final touch she put on a gray-checkered beret. She took a last look around her room, smiling as she watched Bean sleep peacefully with her five puppies huddled around her. She blew them each a kiss and had to remind herself not to cry.

Taking a last look in the mirror, Massie rushed down the stairs (which wasn't a very good idea in heals) and almost tripped, but grabbed onto the banister just in time. Her mom and dad were waiting by the door with her luggage, which took up most of the hall. She couldn't decide what to take with her, so she took everything.

"Hurry up, you're going to be late." Mrs. Block said as she hurriedly wrapped her arms around her daughter and gave her a kiss.

"Me next, tiger eyes." Massie's father had given her the nickname when she was born, because as he said it, "If you were covered in hair you would look just like a cat with those stubborn amber eyes of yours." Massie hugged him tightly and picked up her coach carry-on and walked out the door before her mom could start the water works. She passed her driver, Isaac, who was going to get her luggage as she walked to the limo. He gave her a smile and thumbs up before he disappeared behind the lilac bush.

Massie was just going to open the limo door when footsteps behind her caught her attention. She turned her head, smiling.

"Bonjour mon ami." Derrick said, sweeping his hand in an elegant bow.

"Hey, Harrington." Smiled Massie, trying to hide her pleasure in seeing him and failing miserably.

"Block, you ruined it. You better start speaking French, you know, get into the mood. We're going to a whole different country, don't expect them to speak English."

"Oh, but Harrington, what's the point of you going if you're not going to be my own personal translator. Somebody's got to be it and since you owe me…."

"For what?" Derrick exclaimed.

"For not telling why you shouldn't pick up the pillow. Now, are you going to stand there forever? The plane's going to leave without us if you don't hurry up. If you need a ride get in the car and stop gawking in the middle of the street."

"I'd love to except. You don't know have much I'd enjoy riding in a car with five girls who won't stop talking about how cute French guys are, but sadly I must decline. I'm going with the guys, so you'll have to save the comparisons for later." And with that Derrick once more bowed, as cocky as a rooster, and left.

Massie stood staring after him, and jumped when Isaac appeared behind her. His face was read and puffy and he was dragging her luggage like a dead body.

"Have enough?" Isaac commented sarcastically as he threw everything carelessly into the trunk.

"I wish." Massie whispered, looking once more down the street. With a sigh she slide into the limo. Today was going to be a long day.