Okay, so I love Dylan's campaign. Yeah. Love it so much I'm actually considering starting it when I grow up. And I love making the corny, cheesy, confidence boosting taglines.

Okay, title is from Magic by Selena Gomez, and I don't own that, and I chose it because I couldn't choose anything else.

A Little Too Not Over You
Chapter Four – Dreaming On My Pillow In The Morning

"You love you," Dylan said, smiling warmly at Massie. "Because who you are is a star."

"Stop nodding so much," Massie said, and Dylan scowled and started over.

"You love you. Because who you are is a star," Dylan said, smiling.

"Perfect," Massie said. She decided to sleep over at Dylan's house after dinner. Now, it was morning, and Dylan was practicing for her commercial for her camp-program thing. "You Love You, an organization that helps self-doubting teens lose the doubting and love the self," Massie said, reading from the pamphlet on Dylan's desk. "Nice."

"Shut up, Massie," Dylan said, snatching the pamphlet away from Massie's fingers.

"Just kidding." Massie smiled cheekily. "Why are you so worked up about this, anyway?"

"Because," Dylan said. "These teens' mental state depends on what I will tell them today! What if I say something that I think is confidence boosting, but is actually offensive? What if I hurt their feelings and they end up even more insecure and dispirited? These teenagers are sensitive and delicate, and one wrong word can send them crashing down into a downward spiral! They are easily-upset!"

"Are you okay? You seem harassed."

Dylan gave her a deadpan stare.

"Want me to go with you? I know all about confidence and insecurity."

"Thanks, Mass."

*

"I don't want you to think "oh, look, here comes another actress pretending to feel what we feel and blah blah blah," because I'm not pretending. I was actually very much insecure. Especially when I was in middle school. I was so insecure I put a tight, suffocating grasp on all my friends and was constantly scared of what people think. And that's wrong. You shouldn't be scared of what people think, you shouldn't be scared that your friends might leave you because you're "not that great." You should trust your friends, but most of all, you should trust yourself. Trust that you're good enough; not just for others, but for yourself. In the end, it's what you think that matters," Massie said persuasively. After Dylan brought her here to the You Love You center, she managed to persuade Massie that Massie should give a speech, and Massie agreed.

"Yes?" Massie asked, pointing to a girl in the audience who raised her hand.

"But I read in a magazine article that you were the most popular girl in school when you were in middle school and high school," the girl said, and most of the audience agreed. Massie looked at each girl's face (even though the campaign is open to boys, only girls show up and/or enter the program) before she answered.

"Yes. Yes I was. We both were," she said, indicating Dylan. "But that's it, isn't it? Doesn't that tell you that even the girls you think are perfect and happy and self-assured and confident are also very self-conscious? Actually, they could be even more self-conscious than the "losers" they pick on. I remember this one girl we used to pick on. She used to wear weird clothes and do weird stuff and she always had different food obsessions for different weeks, and she always organized protests and rallies. But, now, looking back, I realized that she was more confident than I was. Me, dressing up in the latest clothes so that I could gain people's affection. Me, controlling everyone and making them love me and afraid of me so that they won't say anything bad about me. The girl I picked on was way more confident than I was. She wasn't scared to wear whatever she wanted, she didn't care about what others thought about her. She used her voice to speak up about things she believes in, and she used her voice to protest against things that were wrong. She trusted herself, and she was herself." Massie paused. "Now. I am using my voice to speak up about what I believe in, and I believe in each and every one of you, and you should too," she said, ending her speech to loud applause. She gave the microphone to Mandy, the camp director.

The twenty girls in the room were staying in the You Love You center, which is actually just two big houses on one big lot on the outskirts of Hollywood. Over the course of the summer, these girls will undergo activities that will help them boost their confidence and lose their severe insecurity.

Massie had no idea how Dylan came up with this.

"Amazing speech, Massie. Really good for their first day," Dylan said, looking relieved. "Especially the part about Layne."

"Thanks. I hope that counts as a formal apology to Layne for all those years we made her feel bad."

"Too bad she's not here."

"Yeah," Massie agreed, looking at each of the girls who were listening to Mandy. One particular girl caught her eye; it was a girl sitting alone at the back, looking embarrassed to be here. She was wearing all designer clothes, she was wearing make-up, and she had a rather proud look on her face, even if she looked embarrassed. Massie was reminded of herself. She nudged Dylan and pointed at the girl.

"What?" Dylan said, looking at the girl. Then, realization came to her, and she said, "Oh."

"Looks like you have an "Alpha" around."

"Well, I should probably warn Mandy."

"You do that. I'll go talk to the girl."

Massie walked over to the girl and plopped down on the empty chair beside her. "Hey," she said.

She could see the girl struggling to remain cool and unaffected by her presence. "Hey," the girl said.

"What's your name?"

"Morgana," the girl said. "Morgana Ivanovna Trupp."

"Ivanovna? You're Russian?" Massie asked conversationally.

"My dad is. I was born here, but he wanted me to have a patronym like all Russians do," she said with a small voice. Massie knew the girl was feeling shy, and, well, embarrassed to be seen in a confidence camp by a celebrity.

"So," Massie asked, keeping her tone light. "What brings you here?"

Morgana was hesitant to answer, but she did anyway. "All my friends left me and my mother thinks it's because of my confidence and whatever so she sent me here," she said, her voice louder. "It was not my fault."

"When you say it's not your fault, it probably is your fault," Massie bluntly said, to the shock of Morgana. "This has happened to me. And I thought it wasn't my fault, too. But in the end, I realized it was."

"What did you do?"

"Well, I was stupid, so I made my friends say sorry to me, and I didn't apologize for a single thing. Wrong idea. If you make them do that, there will be some part of them that will still resent you in some way. When we reached the third year of high school, I said sorry to everyone. And I wish I did it back when we were freshmen," Massie said. "It was ten times better when I apologized."

"So you think I should apologize to them?" Morgana asked. "But they might do something like…like…"

"Take your control away from you?" Massie finished knowingly. "Use it to bring down your downfall?"

Morgana swallowed before answering in a small voice. "Yes."

"I think they'll just accept you and forgive you," Massie said. "You know what my advice to you is?"

"What?"

"Participate in camp. Go with the flow. Don't try to take over anything, don't try to control anything. Just let yourself go, and I can assure you you'll find a lot of great friends. Don't think about who are losers and who are not. Some people here are great, and don't judge them by what they're wearing. Hell, give them a make-over if you want to. Nobody here is a loser, nobody here is popular. Not even you. Make new friends. You don't know how great a bunch of misfits would fit together."

Morgana was silent, contemplating.

"I will ask Mandy regularly about you. If you don't participate properly, I'll come and get you," Massie said. "And you won't like it."

"Okay."

"And don't even try to post something on the internet about us hanging out all the time and shopping together and all that best friend-y stuff, because I've done that before," Massie warned, earning her a smile from Morgana.

"You have?"

"I've done a lot of things," Massie said. "I'll tell you about them someday."

"Okay."

"Good luck."

"Thanks."

*

"How was pep talk?" Dylan asked.

"I have no idea," Massie said.

"Can I ask you something, Massie?" Dylan asked tentatively.

"Yeah?"

"What are you gonna do about Derrick?"

Massie thought for a while, before she said, "I'll just go with the flow."

Okay, so, yeah, really long wait for a filler…but at least we're moving forward!!! Next chapter, they start rehearsing for the movie!

And, people, don't forget Morgana. She'll do something incredible at the end, and you'll all love her for it ;)

I already wrote the ending for this fic…

Just need to fill in the middle.

BTW, sorry for the really long wait. I had a really bad case of writer's block, and, well, I think it somehow affected this chapter.