it's fall!! can i hear a hip hip hooray?
i love autumn; it's my favorite season. therefore, i've now decided to post chapter uno! woo! ;)

okay, so has anyone heard the song summer girl by Stereos? because it's been out for awhile, but i just now found it. and i'm slightly obsessed. i suggest you all listen to it, it's very happy and sing along-y and blast in the car-y. mhmm, it's true!

haha :)
anyways, review and enjoy.

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Chapter One.

"Mass-Massieee, Mass-Mass-Massieee," sung Dylan Marvil as she danced across Massie Block's wide open kitchen. "Massie is awesome, Mass-Mass is awesome."

Massie giggled. "Dylan, only you are allowed to make up lame songs like that for me." She pranced into her wide pantry and dug through the shelves for something to eat. It was around nine at night and Massie found that when it's dark outside, it's hard to find something that sounds worth eating.

"Oh, I just feel so special." Dylan replied sarcastically, taking out a spatula out of its container on the counter and using its handle as a microphone. "I feel special. I-I feel special." She continued to singsong as she slid beside Massie in search for food. After announcing each thing she found appealing through the spatula, the two girls finally settled on popcorn and Dr. Pepper.

"You know what you sound like?" Massie asked, taking the wrapper off of the bag of popcorn and sliding it into the microwave, pressing the automatic button as she did so.

Dylan glanced up from the Seventeen magazine she had found on the counter, and shifted into a seat. "Hmm?"

"Those cheerleaders on that movie we saw way back when. The one where the two guys go to cheer camp. You remember?" She slid into the stool next to Dylan on the island in the middle of the kitchen, and watched as she made a not-so-attractive face.

Dylan was a pretty girl. She had waist length bright red hair, and emerald eyes that sparkled all the time. Her cheeks had a permanent flush that brought her features to life, and she was thin and tall.

Though, at the moment, the scowl made her pretty face not-so-pretty.

They both paused and then together yelled, "We are crashing, we-we are crashing!" They erupted into giggles straight after, and when they finally died down to happy sighs, Massie restarted the conversation.

"So how's life, love?"

Dylan flipped another page in the magazine, letting out an inaudible gasp at the picture in front of her and answered. "Life's marvelous. School's finally out, so obviously life will be pretty darn snazzy. What about you, darling?"

Massie grinned at the mention of the word marvelous from Dylan. "A marvelous life for a Marvil. I dare say that's a bit ironic."

"Darling?"

"Yes, love?"

"I was just wondering why, exactly, you're talking that way." She glanced out of the corner of her eye at the brunette and smiled.

Massie was equally pretty. Instead of having strong features like Dylan, Massie had softer, more delicate ones. Her hair was a dark, dark brown that cascaded in curls down her back. She was also thin, but instead was more short and petite. The one wild part that Massie withheld over all of her friends was her eyes. They were a flaming amber, with thick, dark lashes and, you can ask anyone, when she got mad, the flames literally danced.

"Um, I don't know. It was fun? Thanks for totally ruining it for me, Dylan. Jeez. And, might I point out, you were calling me darling." She replied smugly. Dylan rolled her eyes, otherwise ignoring the comment.

"Anyways, life's life, I guess. Thank God school's out, but Dempsey's still being Dempsey. And my parents are still loving him like no other. He's over all the time. I hardly have any time for you or anyone else."

At the mention of Massie's boyfriend, Dempsey Solomon, Dylan closed the magazine and sat it down next to her soda. She crossed her legs on the stool and locked her eyes on Massie. "So what's up with you two, anyways?"

"Well," Massie sighed, "I don't know. Everything. Nothing. It's just… he's just so… I don't know."

Dylan bit her bottom lip. "Um, so that made so much sense…"

Massie rolled her eyes. "I don't know! I just don't know how to explain it. You know how he is."

"Yeah, I know that he's a freaking clingy clinger. And that he, like, flips out when you aren't within two feet of him. And that he's way possessive and treats you not-so-well and--"

"Okay! I think we've made it clear that you don't like him!" She laughed and lowered Dylan's hand that had been counting off the reasons on her fingers. "He's good. He may not be ah-mazing like Derrick, but he's mine. And it's better him wanting to be with me then somewhere else cheating or something right?"

It's so weird how fast Dylan can find something new interesting, Massie thought as she watched Dylan's eyes light up at the name of her boyfriend, Derrick Harrington.

Dylan sighed happily. "He is amazing, huh?"

"About as amazing as Taylor Lautner."

"You think?"

Massie rolled her eyes. "No. No one is more amazing then Taylor Lautner. But I can say that Derrick is a close second… wait. More like a close third. Lucas Till is up there, too. Crap, so is Kellan Lutz. Okay, so Derrick Harrington is around the fourth or fifth most amazing guy. I think… if you give me some time I can surely think up others."

"Thanks, Mass. I'm so glad that you have to go on and on when you could have just said he was nice."

"Oh, you know I love him. He's like the big brother I never had. Him and Danny." Massie smiled fondly at the thought of Danny Robbins and Derrick. Both were so sweet and funny. Not to mention protective. That's how Massie knew that Dempsey was alright when she had first met him. He had been friends with the two. They sort of dislike him now, but still.

"Anyways, is he still being all lovey-dovey?"

"What exactly does that mean?"

The brunette shrugged and giggled as her friend elbowed her. "I was just kidding. Calm down."

Dylan smiled.

The few moments of silence that followed were comfortable, as they always were. When you've been friends with someone since 1st grade, and you were now going to be heading into your Junior year in high school, you didn't tend to have awkward silences anymore.

The thing about awkward silences though, were that you were conscious of what was going on. With comfortable ones comes zoning out. And very passionate screaming when the microwave beeps that the popcorn is done.

"Whoa. So that was intense." Dylan breathed. Massie snorted in agreement and the two girls headed upstairs, the conversation completely forgotten. They soon entered a room where Claire Lyons sat waiting in a big pile of purple blankets scooted up close to the television.

"Hey guys." The slight, blue eyed blonde greeted without taking her eyes off of the screen. "You get the stuff?"

"How'd you know we got stuff?" Massie asked, tossing a piece of popcorn into her mouth, and handing the bag to Claire.

Claire drug her gaze from the screen and raised a skeptic eyebrow at the pair. "I heard screaming."

And with that one statement, Massie and Dylan both nodded their heads in understanding. It was often known that both were avid screamers at anything and everything. Including beeping microwaves.

"So," Claire began as a commercial interrupted her show--which looked to be Gossip Girl--, "I have," she waved her hand in frustration, "gossip, so to say."

"Love, that's also ironic. Gossip from the girl who never has it, who also just happens to be watching Gossip Girl." Massie grinned.

"Massie, stop calling people love!" Dylan exclaimed.

"What else had been ironic?" Claire asked, checking her hair for split ends.

Massie swatted Dylan away. "The Marvil has a marvelous life."

"Ah."

Dylan clapped her hands. "Okay! What were you saying about gossip?"

"Oh." Claire sat up. "Okay, so there's supposed to be a new guy coming to town, right?" She glanced at both eager girls. "Well, I'm pretty sure he got here today."

Massie's amber orbs widened and Dylan clasped her hand over her mouth. When the moment Claire had given them to absorb this new information was over, Dylan squeaked out, "How do you know?"

Claire simply pointed towards Massie's window, and the two friends scurried over to see. Lo and behold, there was a moving van just down the street, where several movers were unloading its multiple contents that were inside of them.

"Oh my God," Massie laughed. "How awesome is this? Not only are we the first to see, but we also have an amazing view!"

Claire snorted and slowly lifted herself from the comfortable pallet she had made, and up to the window where her friends were observing the new neighbors. "I'm pretty for certain that he's the black-haired one."

"How do you know?" Dylan inquired, repeating her earlier question and taking her eyes off of the window for just a moment before returning them.

Claire rolled her eyes. "Let's see. It's probably because he's the only one under the age of at least forty that I've seen. And he happens to also be the only one with black hair. So I figure it's the black-haired one."

"Nice reasoning."

"Thanks. I try."

Massie then slapped them both repeatedly on the arms. "Shut up, shut up!"

"God, Mass," Dylan complained. "What?"

Massie answered without turning around. "He's right there!" She then followed by shoving her nose to the glass. "Right there!"

The three girls watched with supreme interest as several men--all seemingly over the age of at least thirty--climbed out of the back of one of the large moving vans. Though it was getting dark outside, the group seemed unwilling to stop unloading.

A dark haired man with wrinkles that looked to be due to stress glared inside one of the white vehicles, obviously responding to someone who had yet to come out, with irritation. His eyes suddenly widened and he threw his hands up, as if trying to catch something that might fall. Realization then overtook, and he pointed towards the ground with one angry jab, signaling for the person inside to get out.

Massie huffed. "I can't stand watching this when I can't hear it, too. Who wants to open the window?" Before either of the other two girls could comment, Massie had the window slid open just enough for them to hear what was going on, but still leaving it where it looked normal.

"They'll be able to hear us!" Claire--always the reasonable one--hissed, already moving to close the window again.

Massie slapped her hand away, still not taking her eyes off of the van. "Then don't talk. It sure as heck won't bother me," she muttered.

Claire sighed. "When they hear you, don't come crying to me."

"I won't," Massie insisted, "because you're looking, too. I won't be the only one."

"Guys, shut up!" Dylan nearly growled. She grabbed Claire's chin and turned the blonde's head to see what was happening at the exact same time that Massie squealed quietly in excitement.

Someone stood on the edge of the inside of the big van, his back slightly turned to the girls where they couldn't see his face. He wore a dark red t-shirt that clung loosely to his toned back, and a pair of dark washed jeans that fit just right. They saw the muscles in his back and shoulders move and flex as he stretched his arms above his head. No, they couldn't see his face, but they could see the mess of thick black hair on this well-built boy's head. And this, alone, made Massie and Dylan anxious with excitement. Claire looked on with interest, but not nearly as bad as her two friends. She had already seen the boy.

The man jabbed his finger downwards again, and Massie in particular watched with extreme fascination as the boy's whole body moved ever so slightly with laughter. With one single step, he fell to the ground fluidly and bent his knees, absorbing the impact as he hit the concrete underneath him.

The boy turned to the man. He had a huge, bright smile that showed off his white teeth and his face was seemingly flawless. He laughed happily at the man and patted him on the back good-naturedly. The man's angry face melted into a small grin, and he shrugged from the boy's happy touch.

While this interaction went on, the three girls stared out the window with wide eyes and slacked jaws.

"OH MY GOSH!" Dylan shouted, the thought of the window being open completely leaving her mind.

In the blink of an eye, the boy spun around and looked straight at the open window, taking in the three beautiful girls watching him. His smile broadened and he gave a slight wave, much to the horror of Dylan, Massie and Claire.

They practically threw themselves to the hardwood floors, ending up in a tangled, scared mess.

"Dylan! What the hell was that?!" Claire screeched.

Dylan looked on at her friends with panicky eyes. "I--I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it out loud, and definitely not that loud! It just came out, I couldn't stop it. I mean, come on! Did you see that guy? He was like a freaking god--" Dylan babbled, waving her hands in the air in apology and excitement.

Massie sighed, all restlessness forgotten. Right now, she needed to get Dylan to calm down. The window was still open.

"Chill, Dyl!" Massie barked sternly.

Claire giggled. When the brunette sent her a confused look she answered, "Sorry, it's just that you rhymed."

Massie rolled her eyes and continued. "Okay. Everyone needs to stay quiet for, like, five seconds. One of us needs to close the window." She pointed upward towards the still open window above them.

"I choose you." Dylan shrugged.

"Yeah, me too!" Claire agreed quickly, sending a quick baffled look towards the redhead.

Massie's amber gaze narrowed into slits. "Why me?"

"It's your house," said Dylan simply. "It's your responsibility."

"You know what? Fine." Massie snapped. "I'll be the bigger person of the group. I'm not such a big baby that I won't do it!"

Dylan laughed off Massie's wannabe-insult, and nudged Claire. "Oh my, I'm so sad."

But Massie wasn't paying attention anymore. She had already lifted herself up with shaky hands, and was looking out the clean glass window. She was in a bit of a shock, unable to close the windowpane. He was still standing there in the middle of the driveway next door, watching. That same adorable smile was on his face and Massie saw for the first time his strange mismatched eyes--one blue and one green--as their gaze met.

She couldn't help but crack a small grin and lift her tanned hand in hello. It was a bit awkward, to be honest. She didn't even know the guy, but there she was, staring and waving. It didn't help that he was completely gorgeous either.

He laughed, his broad shoulders shaking, and made a low, dramatic bow. Then the man from before called from his original spot, glancing upwards at what the boy was looking at. The man smiled up a warm, new-neighbor smile, and nodded his head in acknowledgment. The black haired boy studied the brunette one last time, winking, before turning back around and jogging to the other side of the big moving van with the man, disappearing as he jumped back up and into the vehicle.

Massie bit her lip, a bit dazed, and finally closed the window.

When she turned around, Dylan and Claire were already huddled next to each other, back near the television, watching as Nate had a heart-to-heart with Chuck.

"Hey Claire?" she asked curiously.

"Huh?"

"What's his name supposed to be?" She didn't bother specifying who, knowing that Claire would already understand what guy she was talking about.

"Plovert said his name's supposedly Cam Fisher or something. I guess he's really into soccer, too. Now shush!" Claire answered, waving Massie's questions away with the flick of her thin wrist.

Well Cam Fisher, Massie mused as she plopped down next to her friends, I like your eyes. Leveling her own yellow gaze on the screen, she settled down on the floor, eager for the next morning to arrive.