"Dylan, you have to come over!" Massie screamed into the phone.

"Why? What happened?" Dylan asked.

"The best thing ever!"

It was the very beginning of summer, the Pretty Committee had just finished ninth grade. Well, it wasn't the Pretty Committee anymore. They had split up into twos, Kristen and Claire, Massie and Dylan, and Alicia had gone back to being best friends with Olivia. They barely ever talked to each other anymore, and they acted like it didn't bother them. But deep down, they still cared. They regretted breaking up, and they missed each other desperately. But who was going to spill their guts first? Massie was still Alpha of the grade, but high scholars never really looked at it that way anymore. Massie was just the girl with good style, and a great boyfriend. The girl that everyone secretly wished they were.

"Great now I'm deaf!" Dylan shouted and they both burst out laughing.

"No seriously, get your butt over here." Massie commanded.

"Can't. Grandpa Marvil is over, and I'm in charge of making sure he doesn't drop dead. If I leave, who will he tell his amazingly boring stories to?" Dylan sighed.

"Fine! But I have amazing news. Well, for me it's amazing, not for you." This got Dylan's attention.

"Spill, please."

"I got accepted!" Massie screeched, and then started laughing.

"What?" Dylan was confused.

"I just got accepted into Blackwood Performing Arts School!"

"Wow, Mass. You're going to be famous!" Dylan sounded a little sad.

"You don't have to act happy for me; I know it will be tough for you next year." Massie sighed; she really didn't want to leave Dylan.

"Please, I have other friends. Mass, this is the biggest opportunity for you ever! In a few years, you could become the biggest ballet dancer ever!" Dylan tried to sound upbeat, but there was no other way to put it. Massie was leaving her in the dust. And she had no other friends.

"Thanks, Dyl. You're the best!" Massie said.

"Well, I better go. Call me later!" and with that, she hung up.

Massie put down her phone and sighed. She knew Dylan was jealous. She had become the best dancer in her class, after she started ballet in the beginning of ninth grade. She didn't spend a lot of time with Dylan as it was, because of her hectic ballet schedule. But this was what she wanted. More than anything she wanted this. And she couldn't let anyone hold her back.

She picked up her cell phone again, and dialed Derrick.

He picked up after one ring, "Hey, Block!"

"Derrick," she sighed. He never ceased to give her butterflies.

"What's up, baby?" he asked.

She almost forgot why she had called him, but quickly remembered again, "Guess what?!"

"What?" he asked.

Massie got nervous. How would he react? Would he be mad he wouldn't get to see her much next year? Would he be happy for her? Would he break up with her?

"I got accepted," she barely said, in a whisper.

"No way!" he said. "You're kidding me."

"No, I'm not. Look, I can just forget about it. You mean more to me than a stupid dance school," she lied unsuccessfully.

"Don't be silly, Mass. I'm so excited for you! This is what you have wanted, ever since you started dance." She could tell he was smiling.

"Derrick, it's a boarding school. I stay over night. We will only be able to see each other on weekends. And I have to spend some time with Dylan. And I don't see how this is going to work out," Massie stuttered.

Derrick was silent for a moment, and Massie was afraid to say anything else.

"Are you breaking up with me?" Derrick's voice quivered; like he was going to cry.

"No! I'm just saying this is going to be hard."

"Don't worry, we will figure something out. I promise. You will have your dream and me too. And of course Dylan." Derrick sounded confident.

"You're not even sad I'm leaving? That we won't be able to see each other everyday? Aren't you afraid I will leave you? Because I'm freaking out here." Before, Massie never showed her weak side, but these days, she didn't care anymore. All she cared about was Derrick.

"Of course I'm sad! And not seeing you everyday is a total bummer. But, babe, we have all summer, and its not like you're moving to California. You're still going to be in this state. And I promise you, nothing is going to ruin our relationship, just because you're following your dream."

"Derrick, you're the best boyfriend ever," Massie felt so relieved.

"I know," he giggled and Massie cracked up.

"I love you, Massie." he said.

"I love you too, Derrick."

"I'll call you later," he said.

"Promise?" she asked.

"Promise." The line went dead.

*

"Dylan, will you wash these dishes? The dish washer is full." Dylan's mom asked with a smile.

"Don't we have a maid for that?" Dylan asked grabbing the plates.

"Don't be a brat, Dyl."

"I'm not!" Dylan shouted.

"Then wash some dishes. Let's give our maid a break, and you need some chores! It will keep you healthy." Merri-Lee poured some dish soap in the sink, and turned on the water.

"She is getting paid for this! Why don't we just throw money out the window?" Dylan huffed.

"Dylan, wash the dishes, don't be all snobby!"

"Great! Now you're calling me snobby! You're such a great mom," Dylan screeched.

"You have been acting weird all day," Merri-Lee thought back to Dylan's harsh remarks to her grandparents ever since she had gotten off the phone with Massie.

"Thanks," Dylan said sarcastically.

"Jealousy isn't flattering on you." Merri-Lee said touching her daughter's arm.

"I'm not jealous!" Dylan wiggled out from under her mom's touch.

"Massie got in," It was a question, it was a fact.

Dylan nodded, tears spilling out of her eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Merri-Lee asked.

She shook her head no.

"Please, Dyl. You never talk to me anymore," Merri-Lee begged.

Dylan was silent.

"Let it all out," Merri-Lee could tell Dylan was trying to hold back her tears.

Dylan gave in, she wasn't very good at hiding her feelings, "Mom, what do I do?"

Merri-Lee waited.

"Massie and I have gotten so close this year. I had no other friends, I didn't need any! Now she is leaving! What am I gonna do now? Go make friends I don't care about? Tell Massie I'm happy for her, when really all I want is for her to stay? What happens when she makes new dance friends, and I'm left with no one? She moving on and I'm not ready for that!" Dylan was full out sobbing now.

"Dylan, do you really think Massie is excited about leaving you? You think she wants to go to a place where she doesn't know anyone. She is probably scared out of her mind! But Massie is good at hiding stuff; she will never let you see her weakness, because she wants you to be strong. You guys will still see each other, but you have to let her go her own way." Merri-Lee said.

Dylan looked at her mom through tear soaked eyes, "Why did Massie get in? Why couldn't they have said no? Why does this have to happen to me? Everything always happens to me! I'm the fat one, the one boys don't like! I'm the one who had to go to fat camp, and I'm on a diet every other week! Why does Massie get everything, and I get nothing?"

"Dylan, Massie is exactly like you, only she doesn't show it. You have to realize that you're different then any other girl out there. Lots of people love you. Not only because you're pretty and skinny, but because you have a great personality and you make people laugh. I guarantee, you'll make new best friends next year, and you will still have Massie. Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver, the other is gold."

"I'm going to miss her. Why is she leaving me? Why is she doing this?" Dylan sobbed harder.

"She is doing this because she wants this more than anything, and if this were you, what would you want?" Merri-Lee asked.

Dylan looked at her questionably, and Merri-Lee nodded, letting her know she should answer the question.

"Well, I would want to have the best last summer with my best friend, before I went away. I would want her to know that I had no choice, but to leave her. I would want to follow my dream so bad, and I would no that no matter what, I couldn't let anything stop me. I would want people there to support me, and help me through all the mess. I would want to still have a best friend. I would want to visit her all the time, and I would want her to come visit me…" Dylan trailed off.

Dylan's mom stood up, "I think Massie wants the same thing."

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