Wow, what's this? What's this? (also a song in the nightmare before Christmas soundtrack btw) anyway FINALLY, the first chapter (: I don't have much written for this story but, I thought I was obligated to update. So yeah here it is. Don't forget this is Alternate Universe, where anything can happen ;)

Enjoy:

The seconds ticked slowly inside the oval clock on the wall. It's almost as if time has stood still. It's almost as destiny was being mean and wanting to keep the students in the prison cell, people call 'school.'

There was four things Massie Block was sure of. One, that her ex-boyfriend, Landon Crane, was in love with Layne Abeley. Two, this summer was going to suck. Three, the clock was frozen and the kid next to her was singing to ACDC, Lastly, Landon Crane no longer loved her.

It's such a shame because she sure still loved him.

"Five, four, three, two," the students in the room chanted, "and one!" the bell rang, everyone began closing their books, throwing their pens in the air, and sprinting out of the classroom.

Massie sighed and collected her stuff. Together. This summer was going to be cold, long, and lonely. Massie got up and left the classroom. Happy students ran out of the hallways.

"Hey there!" a voice called behind her. Massie turned round and saw her cousin, Dylan Marvil, wearing a happy face.

"Hey," Massie replied, emotionless. Her amber eyes were focused on a boy and girl passing by. Landon Crane and Layne Abeley were hand in hand walking by. Massie stared enviously. Landon glanced at her then gave her a quick friendly smile. Massie turned away.

"Don't sweat it," Dylan's emerald eyes were sympathetic.

"Huh?" Massie pretended she had no idea what she was talking about.

"Landon," Dylan replied.

"Uh, I have no idea what you're talking about," Massie forced a clueless smile.

"Right," Dylan rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious Dyl," Massie insisted.

"Puh-lease," Dylan twirled her fiery hair with her index finger. "I know you pretty well, Mass."

Massie sighed. Dylan did know her pretty well. They weren't just cousins. They were best friends.

"Uh huh," Massie said in response.

"Let's go find Claire," Dylan said and started walking. Massie followed after.

"Where is she?" Massie asked.

"No clue," Dylan stood on her tip toes and peered over people's heads. "Probably with her boyfriend."

"There they are!" Massie pointed at a blonde girl holding the hand of Dempsey Solomon; the coolest nerd at their school, OCD.

"Hey cousins!" Claire greeted, her blue eyes sweet and excited. Massie, Dylan, and Claire were all cousins, but all had different last names. Massie's and Dylan's mothers were sisters, who were cousins with Claire's mom.

"Hey," Dylan smirked at Claire's hand entwined with Dempsey's.

"So, I guess it's safe to say we are no longer sophomores!" Claire chirped.

"Yeah," Massie said and looked around to see if Landon was still around. He wasn't.

"I can't wait for this summer either," Claire was saying, she turned to Dempsey, "We're going back to my home town this summer."

"Florida?" Dempsey said and slung an arm around her waist.

"Yup," Claire nodded, "Summer, sun, beaches, and clear blue sky. It'll be paradise compared to New York."

Massie was half listening now. She loved Claire and Florida but she wasn't ready to leave Westchester for the entire summer. Claire originally lived in Florida in a huge beach house with her parents and little brother Todd. But during freshman year, Claire's moved her to Westchester, New York to got to school at the prestigious Octavian Country Day. Claire lives with Dylan in the Marvil Mansion, with the ever so famous, Merri Lee Marvil, the host of a famous talk show.

"So, we should go get packing," Dylan clapped, "I need to buy seven bottles of sun block."

-:-

"Let's go!" Cam Fisher yelled anxiously. He was holding a dark blue duffle bag, waiting in front of the Harrington's SUV.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Derrick Harrington called back in an irritated tone. He threw his last duffle bag in the trunk of the SUV. Cam threw in his own bag right on top of Derrick's.

"Where's Roger?" am asked, referring to Derrick's English butler.

"Coming," Derrick replied and placed his sunglasses over his chocolate brown eyes to block out the California sun.

"Oh, there!" Cam pointed to the front door of Derrick's house. Roger was coming out wearing black board shorts and a blue Hawaiian print polo. His nose was being occupied with a blotch of sun block.

"Ready, sir?" Roger asked in his thick British accent.

"Let's get going," Derrick nodded and opened the back seat of the SUV. Cam slid in next to him.

"I can not wait till we get to Florida," Cam smiled.

"Yeah," Derrick nodded and stared out the window as Roger began driving. Sixteen-year-old Derrick Harrington, was going to spend a whole summer in the beaches of Florida. Derrick's parents were out on a cruise for the first month of summer. So Derrick had the beach house down in Florida, all to himself. With the exception of the family butler, Roger, and Derrick's best friend since third grade, Cam Fisher.

Cam pressed a button on his door and rolled down the window. "Just imagine, the hot Florida chicks who go surfing and the open ocean."

"Dude," Derrick rolled his eyes, "You can get that here, in California."

"Yeah, but we're going to Florida," Cam said enthusiastically, "It'll be a chance to get away from here."

"Yeah," Derrick eyed him, "Hey man?"

"What?" Cam asked and ran a hand through his dark hair.

"How have you been?" Derrick asked softly.

"What do you mean?" Cam asked him.

"You and Nikki just broke up," Derrick said, his voice in a near whisper.

"Dude," Cam shook his head, "I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" Derrick asked and rolled down his own window. The wind from outside traveled in and blew wisps of Derrick's blond hair.

Cam nodded, "I am." then he said, "I don't understand why everyone expects me to cry over her."

-:-

Chris Plovert walked out of the gym carrying his basket ball. School was out for the summer and the halls have never felt more empty. Last summer, was boring and long. All he did was spend time playing ball and lounging by his pool. But this summer, his father and step-mother was paying for an all expense trip to Florida. It was just a bribe, actually. For Chris to like his new mother and sister his father got married to Jane Gregory about five months ago. She was nice and blonde. And Chris knew his father, Tristan, was in love with hr. Chris did like Jane, he just wasn't fond of Kristen, her daughter.

Kristen Gregory was the most annoying, preppy, proper blonde lunatic in the entire Connecticut state. She had dirty blonde hair and a snobby princess like personality.

Chris bounced his basket ball on the sidewalk, as he walked home.

"CHRIS!" speaking of the devil. Chris turned around to see his father's black stretch limousine. The very back window had Kristen's head sticking out.

"Let's go!" She whined. "Get in, we have so much packing and we need to go to the airport in three hours!" her annoying high-pitched shrill voice made Chris's eye twitch.

"This is going to be a long summer," Chris muttered to himself then got in the limo. Kristen began yapping away, so Chris had to drown out her voice with his ear phones.

TA-DA! So what do you think? Good? Bad? Undecided? Please let me know. I'm a little panicked but I think the first chapter turned out well. Hmm… no? well, sorry! So the chapters for this story will be semi-long. (: and as I wrote this story during my math class, I can honestly say that I LOVE it. Anddd, have you read "Where the Arrow Hit"? it's almost completed!

Pairing suggestions, please?

School's almost out for the summer! Yay! Haha. I feel very hyper today. Ah well. Whoo!

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