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Friday, September 10, 2038
6:25 P.M.
New Block Estate
Driveway
Tiffany stared out the window of their white Lexus, and gasped.
"Whoa! It's so big!"
Claire smiled and Derrick chuckled at his daughter. "While Massie may have gotten nicer… hey! Don't punch me!" he rubbed his arm, "some things never change. Take for example, the size of the house. I think it's like the exact same as her house when she was growing up."
"Naw," Claire shook her head. "Looks the same on the outside but the layout inside is totally different."
Derrick shook his head and Tiffany's eyes widened when she saw the other cars.
"We're late!"
"Yeah, I know," Claire lowered her eyes. "I didn't know that I'd be getting home from meeting with my agent earlier and I didn't want to make it look like I lied, so we showed up a little late. Not by much, only by five minutes."
"Oh,"
Claire nodded and Derrick craned his neck to the passanger side to make sure he wasn't going to scrape the green Hummer next to him.
"Keep going," Claire told him. The blonde then turned back to the car. "And Tiffany, listen. No texting your friends at dinner. This is supposed to be a nice get together, so no trying to escape."
"Okay, but I wasn't going to anyways," she lied. The Gorgeous Gang had requested that she kept them updated on all the goings through dinner.
TIFFANY: sorry guys! cnt txt during din. mom will hve my head.
JECIKA: aww! fine, but tell us everything afterwards.
ALLY: yeah! u gotta keep us updated, grlie!
TIFFANY: k! where's dane?
ALLY: i dunno.
JECIKA: she got her fone tkn away cauz she was tlkn back 2 her mom.
TIFFANY: lmao! tlk 2 u soon!
ALLY: byeee!
JECIKA: luv u!
TIFFANY: mwah!
Tiffany slid her silver enV2 back into her purse, and quickly checked on her hair. It was braided back and a thick headband rested on top, a silver rose attached. To be honest, the silver rose was a brooch. Brooches were so out, but as long as Tiffany had one that matched, she might as well use it. Right?
"You look absolutely cute, Tiffany."
"Thanks, dad."
The three stepped out of the car and walked to the front door.
"Wanna do it?" Derrick joked, nudging Tiffany. She gulped.
"No, you can."
He leaned on it and the sound of a doorbell repeated through out the house.
"Derrick!" Claire smacked his arm.
"Ouch!" he whined.
"I'll get it!" Massie called, waving off Bren.
She opened the door to see the Lyons-Harringtons. Squealing, she gave Claire a huge hug.
"It's so nice to see you!"
"Give me a little space and I could see you, too!" Claire giggled into Massie's ear.
"Oops!"
Massie stepped back and admired Claire's outfit. She was wearing a gold number by Gucci. It was cinched around the waist with a white belt. "You look absolutely amazing," she breathed.
"You, too!" Claire cried, giving Massie another hug.
Her brown hair was cut into a bob. She was wearing a purple cocktail dress (like Derrick said, some things never change!) and purple heels.
"And Derrick Harrington," Massie eyed him.
He nodded.
"I assume that was you leaning on the doorbell?"
Her eyes sparkled with laughter and he shook his butt for old times sake.
"Hell yeah!"
She burst out laughing and dragged them in, letting the door shut.
"And this is Tiffany? I've heard loads about you,"
Tiffany turned red and stared accusingly at her mother.
"What?" Claire shrugged. "A mother's got the right to brag!"
"That she does," Massie smiled. "I need to brag about mine. Ollie! Come here and greet our guests, please!"
The sound of heels on wood drifted towards them and Massie smiled.
"So, this is your gorgeous daughter?" Claire asked once Ollie joined their circle.
Tiffany's mouth dropped in surprise.
"You!" she mouthed so their parents wouldn't notice.
"What are YOU doing here?!" Ollie angry-whispered back in disgust.
Look's like the drama is just getting started!
"Massie, who's there?" Alicia asked, stepping into the entry way. "CLAIRE!" she screamed, running towards her to give the blonde a giant bear hug.
"Alicia!" Claire cried, hugging her back.
"Claire?" Dylan and Kristen echoed, peeking into the grand hallway. "Claire!" they chorused, bouncing towards her.
The five girls met in a giant group hug.
Tiffany stepped over towards Ollie, ready to fire back a retort when three heads looked in from different sections of the hallway. Their eyes seemed surprised as they noticed the newcomer. They stepped in at urging from their mothers.
Ollie rolled her eyes.
Brooklyn bit her nails.
Tiffany crossed her arms.
Abby put her hands on her hips.
Laurie 'ugh'ed!
"C'mon, we'll go sit and catch up," Massie scooted them forward.
The five teens stood there, glaring each other down. Once the parents were out of earshot, Ollie erupted.
"What are you freaks doing at my house?" Obviously she hadn't been given the chance to speak to them alone before, and Ollie was now taking that chance.
"Your house?" Laurie stuttered.
"Yeah, my house!"
"Dylan's my mom," Abby noted.
"Claire's mine!" Tiffany piped up.
"Um, Kristen and Blair are mine," Brooklyn whispered.
"Alicia is mine," Laurie folded her arms over her chest, which spoke for itself.
"And Massie's mine," Ollie sounded shocked.
The five girls stood there warily, not sure what to say next.
"Well, girls," Abby nodded. "Look's like we'll be seeing more of each other now."
"Oh no!" Ollie groaned.
"You're kidding, right?" Tiffany pleaded.
"You serious?!" Laurie asked.
Brooklyn said nothing.
"Um, course I am! Our parents are best friends for life," she paused.
"And we're worst enemies," Brooklyn finished with a whisper.
"Ahh hell!" Ollie stomped up the stairs.