"Massie come on get up!"

Dylan Marvil stood over me, repeatedly smacking my arm with a down-filled pillow. We were in the basement of my house, it was mid January, it was absolutely freezing and I was so tired!

"Ugh, Dyl, just go back to sleep will ya?" I covered my head with the top of my sleeping bag. "Kristen's still asleep!" My voice was muffled, but Dylan heard me.

She sat on the pillow and rocked back and forth on it. She looked over at Kristen's sleeping bag. Her dark blond hair was fanned across her pillow and she was gently snoring. "

"Uh, yeah well I did wake her up but she said if I didn't quit whacking her with the pillow, she'd stick it somewhere where the sun doesn't shine. And I've become kinda scared of her ever since she broke that boy Jimmy Hatcher's arm with a soccer ball, 'by mistake'" Dylan made air-quotations around the last bit.

"I hear ya." I giggle, getting up from the warmth of my sleeping bag and rubbing my hands on my bare, goose-pimpled arms. "Are we gonna watch the boys at practice then?" I asked. Dylan nodded.

"Yeah, it's their last practice before the big game. They asked if we could be there for luck. C'mon, you can wake K up and I'll get changed." She scurried over to her Juicy Couture Malibu beach tote, and started pulling clothes out before I could reply. You could tell by the name of her bag that it so was not the right type for this icy kind of weather.

"Kris c'mon, Josh wants you to be there. Come on K, get up" I shake Kristen's shoulder. She moans, but finally sits up and leans her back against the sofa. "Ugh fine, but I feel like crap. I should've gone to bed earlier." I laugh and whip away her sleeping bag before she can crash back down on to it. "No you shouldn't have had those beers before bed!"

She gives me a rueful smile and shakes back her hair. "True."

I drag my clothes over to the radiator so I can get changed with some warmth at least and listen to the rain thunder down outside. Suddenly I don't want to leave the warm, depths of my house to sit for an hour in the wet bleachers of the BOCD soccer field.

"Hey do you think they might cancel practice 'cos of the weather?" I ask, pulling on my olive green A&F sweatpants, and running a comb through my bedraggled hair, combing my side-bangs out over one eye.

Kristen pulled on a fleecy Hollister hoodie and shook her head. "Nah, once, it was like a downpour, literally, and Coach still wouldn't let the girls go indoors. It's kinda suckish, 'cos we can't even take magazines this time."

Dylan made a face. "Can't we pretend Massie's got a life threatening illness and actually go to Starbucks instead?" She ties her red curls in to a floppy bun at the back of her head.

"Hey!" I laugh, "why me?" Kristen smirks, "yeah that probably wouldn't work anyway 'cos Derrick would leave the practice and insist he waits outside your hospital ward for all hours until you get better." The blond and the redhead laugh as I blush. "Stop teasing me you guys it's not funny." I pretend to be upset and Dylan throws her arms around me. "Aw we didn't mean it." I pull on my chestnut Uggs over my sweats and throw my D&G tote over one shoulder. "You ready? Let's go then."

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As Dylan's birthday was at the beginning of January, she gets her license before any of us, even her boyfriend Cam, so we went to the practice in style, cruising in Dylan's limo while people gaped in amazement at how beautiful we looked inside.

No sorry what I meant was Dylan's century old mint green Toyota (I'm serious, that thing has definitely seen dinosaurs at some point) ran out of gas, even though it's like a ten minute drive, we had to line up for twenty minutes in order to use the gas pump, then Kristen realised she had left her overnight bag back at my place, then Dylan started getting hungry so we needed to stop at someplace to get her a bagel, then just when it couldn't get any worse, Dylan the klutz she is, skidded in to a huge muddy puddle, so by the time we got to the soccer field, the car looked like a huge mint-and-chocolate-chip ice cream scoop. And my hair was wet.

The guys laughed when we saw the state we were in. Dylan burped and threw her onion bagel packaging in the bin. I wrinkled my nose and went over to Derrick. "Hey" I said, giving him a quick kiss.

"Is that all I get for having to brave an hour of soccer in the rain?" He said, his floppy blond hair falling in to his adorable milk chocolate-brown eyes. I laugh and kiss him again, this time for longer.

The girls and I climb the bleachers to try and get the best view, though it doesn't really make a difference for me 'cos I never really get what they're doing anyway.

We see that Alicia, the alpha of BOCD and Claire, her kind of annoying beta, were sitting on the bleachers. Alicia was making Claire hold an umbrella over her while she touched up her red lips with a tube of Chanel lipstick. Alicia waves us over, "hey guys!" she says, blowing us an air kiss. Claire lowers the umbrella, waves, and shoots us a small smile, then goes back to holding the umbrella. She's always been kind of wary about us. Dunno why.

We greet them and then sit a couple of rows in front. All Alicia knows how to do is gossip, and I really wasn't in the mood to know who's hooking up and who's breaking up to be honest. "Why didn't we think of bringing an umbrella?" Dylan mutters as she bites her lip, trying not to complain about her hair growing frizzy "Because oh wise one, you were in too much of a hurry to see Cam Fisher, the love of your life, to worry about catching pneumonia or something far worse. "No don't carry on!" Kristen shrieks. She's such a hypo-chondriac.

Dylan and I manage to survive through an hour of boys kicking a ball in a muddy field, while living through the torture of the possibility our hair could get frizzy and we wouldn't be able to fix it until afterwards. We didn't even have any hair-serum.

I'm not one to usually care about my looks so much, but just as much as the next person, and come on, my boyfriend was just there, and he'll see me looking like a drowned rat or something.

At the end of practice, we hopped down the bleachers and ran across the field to where they stood, talking and laughing. "I take it it's been a good practice!" I say, trying to stifle a yawn. Cam smirks and pulls away from kissing Dylan to answer. "You wouldn't know though would you? We saw you falling asleep on each other. Even Kristen, and she always watches us!" Dylan turns to face Josh. "Oh yeah, your girlfriend is a bit hung-over this morning, so I suggest you don't stick with her too much." Kristen's jaw drops. "Dylan!" she yelps, smacking Dylan's arm. "Hey don't hit my girlfriend" Cam pretends to be annoyed at Kristen, throwing his arms protectively around Dylan. Everyone laughs and we say we'll wait over at Starbucks for them while they shower. Derrick kisses me one last time and then he follows the other guys.

My life was perfect.

That was a typical day.

Designer clothing, fabulous friends, everything was taken for granted.

If only it could have stayed that way...

If only...