First Clique Fanfic(: Review please, any idea's? advice? or just like to say hi? haha I dunno!(:

Disclaimer: I DO NOT. NOT. NOT. Own the clique, or any of the characters, but I DO own. . . chocolate milk. Yay(:

My mom used to call me little miss sunshine.

Not because I was the sweetest, or the brightest, but because my 100-watt smile could light up everyone's day. I wasn't the only person who seemed to think that. There was only other person who knew about or was enabled to call me that girly nickname before I moved out to Paris. Paris was where I completely changed not only my image, and my outlook on life, but also where I changed herself as a person. Before Paris, I was a complete tomboy, who was more on of the guys aside from my so called stunning features, it seemed I just didn't attract to the idea of shopping, dressing up, and most of all MAKE UP. I just felt much more comfortable in baggy sweats and scribbled, over sized t-shirts. Though I was more of a guy than a guy's girl, girls STILL envied me! That explained why I only had ONE girl friend in my 12 years in the wonderful world of Westchester. Her name was Dylan Marvil, at first I thought she was like all the other Westchester bitches, using me for my connections with the guys, (ex: Derrick, my cousin Cam, Josh, Chris, Kemp ETC) but once I got to know her it dawned on me that maybe there was ONE girl in the world who could like me for ME and not for what I brought or more said, WHO I brought to the table. There was one problem with Dylan as my girl best friend, or should I say three problems. There names were Alicia Rivera, and her two purse dogs (best friends) Kristen Gregory and Claire Lyons. I was never sure what I did to those girls but they always hated me. I didn't get any better when she started dating Derrick. It got even worse when the two broke up, which somehow became MY problem, and MY fault. They weren't the only people who had a pre-formed opinion on me. From what I heard most of the guys still secretly liked me? And girls? Well even though I didn't even get with guys they still spread shit about me, calling me a slut, or a whore, and saying that I was a friend with all the guys for the sex. Which was funny because I actually only had one crush in my Westchester days, the same guy who called me little miss sunshine, the same guy who was my best friend, the same guy who was my first kiss, the same guy who I STILL hadn't heard from, the same guy who let me cry in his arms for two days straight, the same guy who three years later I was STILL falling for, all these scenario's were wrapped around that one guy. And that one guy? Well he was none other than Derrick Harrington.

"Hello?, um are you asleep or dead" I woke up to a VERY overtired snarling flight attendant staring down at me. "I think it's time to wake up from your nap 'Little Girl' and realize its time to get off the plane." The flight attendant with an overly curly Afro smirked.

"And its time to wake up from the 80's and let your hair die along with MJ, okay? And by the way, that skirt its supposed to elongate the legs of people" I had exaggerated people very slowly then paused "Not pumpkins on feet." I snapped taking a lunge at the women's overly bronzed face, and awkward shape.

The stunned flight attendant could do nothing but let her jaw drop slightly into an 'O' and watch I stalked off. I couldn't wait to see Dyl! She promised to be there right when I got off the plane, I guessed Cam would be with her too. I wasn't sure if they were official but the two had been hinting about it for MONTHS now! I could NOT NOT NOT wait to move into the Fisher's house, they were my cousins but they were the closest thing to family I had now that my mom was gone, and my dad?

'Well scars can tell more of a story than words' I thought wincing in pain again as I traced the line of what used to be stitches. Changing my thoughts I grabbed my 2 Louis Travel bags from the top compartment and my favorite Purple Balenciaga bag, and made my way off the plane, as I looked threw passing windows I saw rain trickle down the window panes. I always hated rain, that explains why I was called little miss sunshine instead of little miss storm, or whatever. Speaking of storms I wondered how hurricane Alicia was taking over Westchester. I could only imagine.

The second I extended a leg off the plane, I heard a far too familiar shriek.

"MASSSSSSSSSIE!"

I got off the steps of the plane just in time to see the fiery redhead Dylan Marvil throw her Cinnamon Dolce Latte into the air, and have it land on a passing bystander! Some things never changed but thats why I loved her!

"DYLLLLLLLLLY!" I giggled embracing her in a hug the second after I stepped onto the gravel. "You look amazing!" I cooed. But amazing? That was an understatement, Dylan looked super toned, had perfectly high cheek bones, electric green eyes complimented by a perfect ski slope nose, flawless ivory skin, and obviously the BEST hair EVER! And her outfit? Dawning and Alice + Olivia polka dot White and Pink sleeveless blouse, Dark-wash true religion jeans, and White and Gold wedge pumps by Louis Vuitton!

"Coming from you? Little miss sexxxxxy?" Dylan joked "You look super fierce chica!"

"Mmmmm? little miss sexy huh? Don't you go flirting with my baby cuz Dyly!" Cam winked at Dylan and embraced me into a hug. "Missed you Mass, and I know you missed your FAVORITE cousin, Massie- Massie, don't cry, I know, I know!" He joked, Cam had always been protective of me, and he WAS my favorite cousin!

"I can dig, that little miss sexy" A familiar voice came from behind me. The voice belonged to the boyishly charming Kemp Hurley.

"Hey Kemp!" I hugged my perv of an old friend and a smiled whipped across his face as he sized me up.

"Damn Massikur" He used her old nickname that him and Josh made up years ago. "And thought you looked good on Skype." He smirked winking at me. I just rolled my eyes. S Some people just never changed.

"Mass hey!" Kemp's partner in crime Chris Polvert came up from behind me and I turned to give him a hug too. Chris was probably the only guy in Westchester who didn't hit on me besides Cam of course, he was like my brother, they were just close like that!

"Chris! Hey!" I hugged him not deciding not to call him Chrissy, Christina, or any of the other embarrassing nicknames she had on him in the past, she wanted this day to be great, and could bust on him later.

"Kemp's right you do look, wow." Was all Chris could utter back to that. Oh dear, and she thought Kemp's commentary were awkward. . .

"Cool your jets Chris." Claire hissed tossing her mochachino into the trash. I had a feeling her and Chris had something together. But giving Claire a look that told her I wasn't interested calmed her suspicions and Kristen and Claire slowly walked up to me. For some reason my blood boiled I felt that the twosome were preparing to rip me to shreads, so I rolled back my shoulders and prepared to take it.

"Massie!" Both girls giggled attacked me into a three way hug.

'Odd.' I thought last time I checked the two hated my guts, but I lot of things can change I guess.

"You look great" Claire smiled genuinely. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, maybe these girls WERE excited to see me.

"Yeah, really different." Kristen said with a bit of edge at first. "But really pretty!" She chimed in after breaking into a smile.

"Hahaaa, thanks? You guys look fab too!" I gushed, I guess I could give these girls a chance

Massie: Can you say bi-polar?

I texted Dyl, very confused on the current situation.

Dylan: Kris is sorta shy-ish kinda, you just need to get to know the girl she's super sweet. (:

'I sure hope so' I thought to myself.

"Hey May-sie!" There was only one person who called me that just to piss me off.

"JOSHYKINZZZZZZZZ!" I ran over to hug him. Not only was Josh my best non-Derrick friend but he was also my jokester friend, and my biggest secret holder. He was the only person who wasn't Cam that knew about her dad, the only person who knew why Massie REALLY hated Alicia, and the only person who knew about Massie's HUGE crush on Derrick. Not even Dylan or Cam were trusted with THAT kinda info. Josh was just, Josh.

"Hahaa, Mass don't go there, I have many worse nicknames for you than THAT." Josh smirked.

"You wouldn't" I hissed.

"Oh I would." He smiled his devilishly cute Josh Hotz smile. Josh had ALL of my nicknames under lock pretty much, one of them being Miss Massie Harrington, another being Massington. (I always called Derrick, Derrington so, you know where thats going. . .) and the worst of all, Mini Massie Lover Girl Harrington. Yes they were ALL ridiculous, but they're even MORE embarrassing.

"Shut it Hotz. So where's Derrick?" I asked timidly trying not to blush.

"He was right here a second ago. . ." Claire's blonde brows furrowed in a confused manor. Everyone was confused, until they turned around to see Derrick sucking face with a VERY familiar sultry spanish slut. . . .

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUN.

I think we all know who that is!

So I'm thinking about pairings which one do you like better, ClaireXJosh or KristenXJosh

I really like Cam and Dylan I don't know why, and I will be Massington forever, Alicia can just go away. And I think I might add Olivia into the mix to spice things up but I'm not sure if I should make her a good or bad character, what do you think?

Review please(: thanksss!

xxx

-Nina!