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The Block Estate

Massie's Bedroom

Friday June 35th

8:00

Massie's POV

I quickly jumped to my vanity and reapplied my Dior mascara and a fresh coat of my lip-gloss-it was Glossip Girl, and today's flavor was vanilla sugar, and it was delicious-as I heard my friend's loud voices downstairs. My heart was beating faster and faster with every footstep that I heard. How in the world was I going to tell my friends that I was…moving. I was so mad I could strangle someone. Preferably my father. Or my mom, or Olivia Ryan, or Layne Abely. Okay, okay, we all know I have a million enemies.

"MASSIE!" I turned and let out a mock-shriek as Claire came charging at me and tackled me with a hug. "Guess what!"

A knowing grin formed on my lips. "Cam asked you to my party." I stated.

Claire's face dropped for a second but picked right back up. "How'd you know?"

I rolled my eyes. "Kuh-laire, he ah-dores you. Of course he'd ask you that."

Dylan plopped down on my plush purple rug and let out a sigh. "Now I'm the only one left without a date." She muttered glumly, reaching over and grabbing a few chips from one of the many bowls on my desk. "I'm such a LBR."

"No, you're not." I growled, getting up and sitting down next to her. Her downbeat attitude was starting to tick me off. I had something important to tell them, and all she could do was whine. Ugh. "There's got to be a million guys who like you, they're just too shy to say it because you're so hawt." I dragged over the Alice and Olivia shopping bag Dylan had dropped on the floor when she walked in and pushed it onto her lap. "Everyone get your outfits for the party."

"Why?" Kristen asked, reaching over to pick up her own bag.

I walked over to my closet and pulled out my own dress, which had been hanging in my closet in the appropriate section already. "Because, we're going to have our own personal fashion show. I think we could all use a little confidence booster."

"And where in the world are we going to find a runway for a fashion show right now?" Claire asked confusedly, dropping a few gummy sours into her mouth.

"Well," I started, debating something in my head, "I was going to save this little surprise for later on this summer, but I guess I can just show you now. Follow me." I walked out of my room and down the stairs. "If you're wearing heels I suggest you take them off and carry them." I said, slipping off my own leopard print Jimmy Choo heels.

Alicia narrowed her eyes and put her hand on her hip. "What? We are nawt going outside right now. It's all rainy and gross out! My hair will fluff out twice it's normal size and my makeup will smear-"

"Duh-licia, there's this awesome invention that you hold over your head and it blocks all the rain from hitting you. Hmm what's it called…an umbrella?" Kristen pointed out, rolling her eyes. She strolled over to the closet in the foyer and pulled out five umbrellas, one for each of us.

I smiled at her as I took one of them and opened up the door. "You guys are gonna love it." I said as I stepped outside and opened the umbrella.

We trekked along the yard to a new building we'd built just recently. "Why are we going to your new exercise building? I'm so not in the mood to exercise right now." Claire whined, shoving even more sours in her mouth.

I let out an annoyed groan. "Ugh, stop whining people! Just hold on." I ran ahead when we reached the door and opened it slowly. "Okay guys, get ready for one hell of a surprise!"

Kristen and Dylan looked at least slightly excited, but Alicia and Kuh-laire looked as if they would rather claw their own eyes out. Ugh, they so didn't deserve this. I quickly flicked on the lights and placed my hands on my hips and raised an eyebrow, waiting for their reactions.

"EHMAGAWD!" Alicia and Dylan screeched, their mouths gaping open wide and their eyes nearly popping out of their heads.

"No way!" Kristen squealed, staring at me, then back at the room, then back at me.

I smirked satisfactorily. "Yep. I told you didn't I?" I strolled over to the massive, beautiful runway in front of me. "I asked my parents for it for my birthday. It was made to be even better than the runways in all the hawtest fashion shows."

Claire gaped at me. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Because Kuh-laire, I wanted it to be a surprise." I answered, stepping over to a control box. I grinned at my friends and pressed a few of the buttons, lighting up the runway in an array of colors. I pressed another, and music started blaring from the speakers scattered all around the room. "Get dressed girlies, we've got a fashion show to put on."

Dylan was bouncing up and down excitedly on her toes. "Where?"

I twirled my hair in my fingers and pointed over to a big wooden door. "In our own personal dressing rooms of course!"

The girls squealed and ran towards it, pushing the heavy door open and rushing inside. I slowly walked after them, waiting for the next response. "AHHHHH!" I heard the girls scream, forcing one corner of my mouth to turn up. I stepped in after them and questioned, "Like what you see?"

"YES!" Kristen screamed, staring at one of the five doors inside.

They were all staring at their own personal dressing room. It wasn't just one big one for all of us, but one for each of us. On shining black doors was each of our names in our own signature colors in a cute, flirty looking font. On my door my name was bigger, of course, because it was my place, and was in purple. Alicia's was in red, Claire's in green, Dylan's in blue, and Kristen's in yellow. "Take a look inside." I ordered, loving my friends' excited reactions.

I heard another chorus of excited squeals as they pushed open their doors. Inside, their rooms were decorated almost exactly the same, except for them being in their personal colors. "Check the closets too." I called, waiting patiently while spinning my charm bracelet around on my wrist. More screams followed shortly after. I'd bought them each ten new outfits to match their styles perfectly.

Everyone came back out, grins on their faces, and ran over to squash me in a group hug. "Uch!" I groaned, even though I really didn't mind so much, "The hair!"

They quickly released me and started jabbering about how ahhh-mazing I was, which I already knew, and said their thanks so many times I thought I might scream. "Okay! You're all very welcome. You guys are the best of the best, and you deserve nothing less than this." I gave my charm bracelet one last twirl and dropped my hand. "Alright, now go get changed into your outfits."

"But we didn't buy accessories yet, we won't look right." Alicia grumbled, crossing her thin arms over her chest. "We don't even have shoes to wear."

I clucked my tongue. "Alicia, do you really think I got you a closetful of outfits but no accessories, no makeup, no hawt shoes?" Before everyone could let out more screams I held up my hand. "Scream in your dressing rooms. Go get dressed, find a pair of shoes and accessories, put on some makeup, fix your hair if needed, and get back out to the main room. You've got..." I looked up at the digital clock on the wall, "Fifteen minutes." Repulsed looks from my friends-excluding Claire-made me laugh. "Okay, okay, I can't usually get changed and ready in less than an hour, so you've got half an hour, so be quick!"

Alicia, Dylan, and Kristen shot off towards their rooms and slammed the doors shut. I heard the rustle of clothes and the thud of shoes being thrown around. "Put on the robes that are sitting in your rooms too when you come out! I don't want to see your outfits until we hit the runway!" I called after them. We'd bought a ton of outfits, so we had no idea what each other were wearing for the party. Except for Claire, I knew what she was wearing since I'd bought it for her. She said she would wear jeans and Keds and I nearly passed out from the horror of the thought.

Claire let out a sigh. "I'm going to be done in five minutes, what am I supposed to do for the rest of the time?"

"I'll try to finish as fast as I can, just give me like fifteen minutes okay? Then I'll come over to your room and do your makeup for you, because I know you won't put much on." I stated, stepping into my dressing room.

"Alright." Claire decided after a few moments. I laughed and shut my door. I quickly realized, once I was alone, that I still needed to tell them the news, but shook the thought away. I was going to enjoy the night, no matter what's going on right now.

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"Woah!"

"Kuh-laire!"

"Not even possible."

I grinned as the girls complimented Claire, who was blushing and anxiously trying to push away her bangs, which were pulled back from her face. I'd given her an ah-mazing makeover in only 5 minutes. I would have had more time if the heel on one of my shoes wouldn't have broken off, forcing me to search through my dressing room for another pair at least half as good. But I knew I'd made her absolutely gorgeous anyway.

"Yes, yes, I know she looks ah-mazing. It's the work of the ever famous moi." I bragged, giving Claire's dirty blonde hair a little flip.

"Alright Mass, we all know what wonders you can do with some makeup and a clean face." Dylan complimented. "But can we please start modeling now?"

I let out a slight 'hmph' and walked over to an old camera sitting on a tripod. "See this? I've had it set to rapid shots. We'll have hundreds of hot pictures by the end of tonight." The girls-minus Kuh-laire once again-grinned excitedly at each other while I turned the camera on and set the radio to play some cool upbeat songs. "Alicia, you first." I ordered.

A sly grin grew on Alicia's face as she sauntered up onto the runway. 'Bottoms Up'-a good song for her, considering that I'd just smelled the alcohol on her breath a few moments ago-radiated from the speakers as the Spanish beauty popped her hip and dropped the robe covering her outfit. I drew my eyes over her outfit as she stalked down the stage in an attempt to look fierce. I had to admit she wasn't very good at it, but her outfit was cute. She was wearing a very short and maybe too skimpy fuchsia Diane von Furstenburg dress with silver heels by Calving Klein.

My lip turned up in a slight scowl as I watched her stop at the end of the stage and glare at the camera. I couldn't help but feel at least a little bit threatened by her, she was gorgeous. All she needed was a quick brush through her hair and minimal makeup to look perfect. I wish it was that easy for me, though I'd never tell anyone that of course.

As Alicia walked back, I pushed Kristen up. After her Dylan went, then an awkward looking Claire. Finally it was my turn to take the stage, or I guess I should say runway.

My all time favorite song, 'Love Like Woe" blasted from the speakers, making me grin excitedly, like I always did when I heard songs I loved. I knew it would be a slightly hard song to model to, since it had fast and slow parts alternating, but I knew I could do it. I'd practiced to it a million times before anyway. I stepped up onto the runway and turned my back to the girls, my hands holding onto the robe. I waited until the chorus came around, bouncing my hips back and forth.

Once the chorus started off, I dropped my robe and started all out strutting down the runway, hips swaying slightly, arms swinging lightly back and forth, eyes trained to the camera. I made the perfect facial expression, not angry looking, but not happy either. Fierce.

I was wearing an Alice and Olivia Jasmine ruched silk dress that fit perfectly. It was very tight, more tight than what I usually wore, but not suffocating. It reached a little higher than my mid-thigh. It was a little risqué for me, but I had to admit that I looked incredible in it. I had black heels that wrapped around my foot to match, and my makeup was light and natural. My hair wasn't so great, because it had gotten a little wavy since I'd straightened it this morning, but altogether I looked good, and I knew it.

When I reached the end of the runway, I stopped and posed for the camera, raising my chin slightly and turning my head to the side for a perfect picture. I smirked at it one more time before turning around and strutting back.

Dylan and Kristen bombarded me when I got off, begging me to show them how to model like that. I smirked and was about to say something when I heard something crash right outside the door.