A/N: I AM SO SORRY I DIDN'T UPDATE! It's been like a week! So I'm really sorry, but I have Chapter 6 typed, and I will upload it after this.
Chapter 5
Massie pushed back her soft chocolate brown hair, and her wide amber eyes grew with relief as she eagerly pushed opened the doors of Louis Vuitton, and inhaled deeply, trying to calm her racing heart. Her flight had landed a few hours ago, and she was beyond jetlag, but her heart wouldn't calm down. She'd taken a shower, and tried to sleep to the sounds of her old confidence CDs, but her thoughts were jumbled and she could hear her heart beating faster and faster. So, the only choice left was to comfort herself by doing some shopping, right on Avenue Montaigne, which Massie visited often. "Welcome, Miss Block," the familiar cheerful voice of the sales assistant said. Massie lifted her head up, and smiled warily. All of the sales people knew her by name and reputation. "I'll have that monogrammed shoulder bag please. Oh, and I'd like that evening clutch in purple too," she added, eyeing the new collection, and holding out her credit card.
"Certainly," the assistant smiled kindly, taking the card. "I'll have those wrapped up for you in a moment." A girl wearing a white beret over her blonde hair walked into the store, the toe of her ankle boots stepping right on Massie's Jimmy Choos. "Watch where you're go-" Massie began. The blonde girl turned around, and her Tiffany box blue eyes met amber ones. "Massie?" the blonde asked pleasantly. "Skye Hamilton?" Massie asked in disbelief, quickly scanning her outfit. Skye had worn a flirty pink, spaghetti strap ruffle tunic, a matching navy cardigan, and a cream white bubble skirt. Skye smiled, showing off her shiny white teeth. "I'm in Paris on a honeymoon with Chris." "Chris Abeley?" Massie asked, her jaw dropping slightly. "Uh huh." Skye reached past Massie, and her hand landed on a tote bag. "Is this cute, or is this cute?" she giggled, placing it gently on her shoulder, surveying herself in the mirror.
Even Skye Hamilton got her happy ending, the annoying voice in her head sneered. And the voice was right. Why couldn't Massie have her own happy ending? Everything in her life was perfect. She was a soon to be designer, releasing a collection later in the fall. She was beautiful as always. She was rich. But she wasn't happy. Skye noticed that Massie had gone silent, and her crystal blue eyes looked at her in worry. "What's wrong?" she asked, putting a hand on Massie. Her eyes landed to Massie's left hand, which had a sparkling diamond ring on her fourth finger. "Hey, are you married?" she added. When Massie didn't reply, her forehead creased in concern. "I think we should talk."
Back in Westchester…
"If she loves me, then why did she leave?" Derrick asked angrily, repeatedly throwing a tennis ball at the wall, then catching it, then throwing it all over again. Josh leaned over, and caught the ball, before Derrick could. "Give that back," Derrick said emotionlessly, holding out his hand. Josh ignored him, and instead went over to the box. "Did you even bother to look in here?" he asked, opening the box carefully. "Yeah. To look at the letter. I stopped after that." Josh pulled out a piece of paper, and unfolded it. "Five things about my crush that make it impossible for me to eat," Josh read out loud, humor twinkling in his eyes. "What is that?" Derrick asked, getting up, and snatching the piece of paper out of Josh's hands, recognizing the familiar neat hand writing.
Silently, Derrick read over the list. Apparently, Massie loved his butt shake, his blonde hair and how cute he was. "What's in this box?" he mumbled to himself. He put aside the letter, and pulled out an envelope. A bunch of photos fell out-photo booth memories, a picture of them from Lake Placid, Sushi Samba… "Dude, how old are these photos?" Josh snickered, peering over Derrick's shoulder. "I'm surprised she didn't burn these things," Derrick chuckled softly to himself. He skimmed through the photos quickly, trying to ignore the ache in his heart. "Hey, remember this?" Josh asked, holding out an M pin. "You said that you'd wear it forever," he mimicked. "I've got to get to Paris," Derrick murmured, putting down the photos.
"Are you crazy?" Josh asked, running a hand through his hair. "She said that she didn't want to hurt you…so why are you chasing after her?" "I love her," Derrick said simply, and grabbed his phone to make a call for the earliest flight to Paris.
"And…he said that he loved me," Massie said breathlessly, tears flowing out her eyes. Skye quietly handed her a tissue, and Massie gently dabbed her eyes. "Thanks," she sniffed. "Then what happened?" Skye asked gently. "I…that's how I got here. I'm running away from my problems." "That never works," Skye replied wisely, shaking her blonde curls. "But I don't get it. What do you mean by you don't want to hurt him?" Massie winced when she said that. "That's the worst part. I'm engaged."
"Massie Block. I've heard of her." Finally, someone who understands what I'm saying. "Do you know where I might be able to find her?" Derrick asked desperately. He'd arrived in Paris yesterday, and had started the search for Massie today. So far, this was the only person who'd understood him. "Yeah. Follow me. I know Massie too," the stranger said, smiling lightly. "Oh…are you a friend of hers?" Derrick asked. He didn't really care, as long as he got to see Massie again. He gently patted the ring box that he'd gotten before he left Westchester from Tiffany's. "You could say that," the stranger smiled, cheerfulness showing in his blue eyes. He hailed a taxi, and they both got in. "I'm just…a friend. From New York. We went to school today before." The stranger smiled politely, and then frowned. "You know, you look kind of famil-" he began. They'd arrived at a big fancy hotel-Derrick couldn't pronounce the name. The stranger pulled out an iPhone, and dialed someone.
"Massie, love? I'm here at your hotel lobby. Oh. Okay. See you in a minute babe," he said into the phone. Love? Babe? "Who are-" Massie had appeared, and he couldn't speak. Her eyes looked red and tired, like she'd been crying for the past few days. Her usual smile was pulled down into a tired frown, but Derrick wanted to take her in his arms. "Derrick?" she asked, her amber eyes scanning him up and down. "The one and only." The stranger then went up to Massie, and kissed her right on the lips. Derrick looked from Massie to the stranger, obviously confused. Then his eyes landed to her left hand, which had a new addition-a shimmering diamond ring that seemed to be taunting him. She noticed him staring at her left hand, and she put it behind her back nervously. "Oh. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Landon Crane," the stranger smiled, his voice completely oblivious and friendly. "Massie's fiancée." Derrick's hurt brown eyes looked up to meet Massie's guilty ones, which seemed to be silently saying, I told you not to follow me.
"Oh. Congratulations," he managed to mumble, wanting to crush the diamond ring in his pocket. "When's the wedding?" "Next month. You've invited him, right Mass?" Landon asked, playfully nudging her. She nodded, looking at the floor. "I-I should go," Derrick stuttered, turning away from them. He quickly walked past them, and out the revolving doors of the luxury hotel. "Wait!" he heard Massie's voice call out, and soon he heard footsteps behind him. "I told you that I didn't want to hurt you," she explained, her voice sounded strained. "Then don't marry him," Derrick said quietly. He turned around to face her. "I love you Massie." "I love you too," she breathed. She anxiously looked over her back, hoping that Landon wouldn't see what was going on. "So run away with me," he urged, half joking and half serious. She let out a small delicate giggle. "I can't do that." He suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders, ignoring the little sparks. "Massie, do you love him?" he asked her, in a serious tone. "You don't get it," she whispered, looking him in the eyes.
"When you started to go out with Dylan, it felt like half of my heart was gone. When Kristen went out with Dempsey, it hurt too, but not because she stole him-but because she backstabbed me. I'm over that now. But what I'm saying is, you took half of my heart with you. And Landon fixed it up," she explained softly. She'd remembered Skye saying the exact same words to her. "Derrick broke your heart, and took half of it with him when he went out with Dylan. Landon fixed it all up." "I know. And I'm sorry. Will you marry me?" he asked. "Are you serious?" Massie asked, not knowing whether to believe him or not.
"Serious. I have the ring right now. I'd get down on one knee right now…but Landon's staring us down," he whispered quickly, looking behind her back. "Crap," Massie muttered, turning her head around slightly to glance. "What do you like so much about Landon anyways?" Derrick asked, with a hint of jealousy in his tone. "But I know you love my 'ah-dorable' butt shakes, brown eyes and blonde hair more." Massie's cheeks flushed lightly, and she bit her lip to stop from smiling. "You read the list?" she asked, her eyes lighting up. "That just proves how much you like me. Now, will you marry me?" "I can't! I'm engaged," she whispered desperately. "I wish I could turn back time."