.:I've Got My Own Secrets Though, Say What?:.
"Die, Sith, die!" Massie Block(Harrington) heard Landon Crane's voice echoing from their living room. Landon Crane, Derrick Harrington's cousin. He came to their house five days ago, looking for Derrick. He said that he was moving to New York, moving to Briarwood-Octavian Country Day.
Landon was awesome, way kinder than Derrick was. He was probably one of the kindest and sweetest boys—except maybe for Cam—that Massie has ever met. She still can't believe they're related.
"No!" she heard Derrick shout. When she got down, she found Derrick and Landon locked in an intense lightsaber duel, Derrick holding a red lightsaber and Landon a blue one.
So Derrick was a Sith, and Landon was a Jedi.
Massie shook her head. When those two boys get together, it's like they turn into kids again.
Very immature.
She dramatically walked across the room to a blank portion of the wall, as Landon lost to Derrick, and sighed, posting up the calendar she brought with her on the wall.
"YES! YOU LOSE AGAIN!" Derrick yelled, raising his hands up.
"Rematch!" Landon demanded.
"Bring it on, Jedi," Derrick said, holding up his lightsaber again, even if he was already panting and sweaty.
"No, dude, I'm tired. Plus, we have school," Landon said, getting up. "Hey, Massie."
"Hello, Landon," Massie said, making a show of straightening the calendar.
"What's that?" Derrick asked.
"A calendar. Duh," Massie said, facing Derrick.
"Massie, that's our fourth calendar in the living room. I don't think we need more than three," Derrick said, looking at the various calendars on the living room walls.
"Oh no. We need calendars. We need to remember important dates," Massie said before going back up the stairs.
Her work was done.
.:~*~:.
Later that day, Massie sat down in her English class beside Landon.
"So, it's your birthday in three days?" Landon asked her.
"Did Derrick finally figure it out?" Massie asked him.
"No," he frankly answered.
"How'd you know?" Massie asked him, genuinely curious.
"I'm a little bit more sensitive to these things than Derrick is," he admitted in a low voice.
"See, now, why can't he be that observant? I don't get it. I've been dropping hints for the past three days, and I don't think he's figured it out yet. And he used to live with two females. I don't think he's new to the whole girl thing," Massie said, shaking her head in disbelief at Derrick's ignorance.
"He'll figure it out," Landon reassured.
.:~*~:.
"Hey, Derrick, what time is it?" Massie asked the next day.
"Um," he looked at his wrist, but there was no watch there. "I forgot my watch."
"Oh, that's okay," she said, taking out her marker. "I'll give you a watch. Come on, give me your wrist."
Derrick, who turned back to watching TV, thought she was seriously giving him a watch, and he gave her his wrist.
After she drew the straps of the watch, Derrick finally realized what she was doing. He looked at her pointedly.
"Just let me draw," Massie said, not even bothering to lift up her head.
"What are you drawing?" Derrick asked.
"A watch. Duh," Massie said, finally lifting her head.
"You know, you're being really weird," Derrick commented as she concentrated on her work again.
"I'm done!" Massie announced, shoving his wrist in front of his face.
"12:10? It's 12:10 already?" Derrick asked.
"No. It's probably somewhere around 9:30," Massie said.
"Why 12:10?"
"Did you know that I was born at 12:10 AM?"
"No."
"Oh, well, now you know." She shrugged, her voice going innocent. She stood up and pranced up the stairs.
Derrick shook his head. "Girls get so weird when it's almost their birthday."
.:~*~:.
"Good morning," Massie said, walking gaily into the kitchen.
"Faster, Massie," Derrick said, stuffing his homework into his backpack.
"Why?" Massie asked, opening the fridge to take out the milk.
"We're late," Derrick responded, grabbing his car keys from the table.
"Derrick, we have one hour before school," Massie pointed out.
"I have soccer, Block," he reminded her.
"Fine. Just wait a minute while I grab a Luna bar," Massie said.
Derrick nodded, not able to respond because he was stuffing bread, ham, lettuce, and cheese into his mouth. He motioned to the door, and hurried out, Massie right behind him.
They got into the car, Derrick's mouth still stuffed with food.
Approximately five minutes later, Derrick finally swallowed each and every bite of the food stuffed into his mouth.
"What was that?" Massie asked.
"Unlike you, I can't survive with only a Luna bar for breakfast. I need meat, protein, all that jazz. And since I didn't have time to make a sandwich…"
"You just stuffed everything in your mouth? That is really weird, you know?" Massie continued.
"It's all just going to end up in the same place," Derrick reasoned.
"Why'd you wake up late anyway?"
"I slept late."
"Why?"
"Nothing."
It wasn't just nothing, though. Derrick had stayed up late last night, talking to various people about his gift to Massie. But he couldn't tell her that, since he still wasn't telling her that he already found out. She'll just have to get surprised tomorrow.
.:~*~:.
"You look like you're hungry," Landon commented, sitting down beside Massie on the bleachers while she waited for Derrick to finish soccer practice. He was skins, and no matter how hard Massie tries to deny it, Derrick had a great body. A very great body.
"Yeah, well, I forgot to do my homework and I had to do it during lunch, and I only had a Luna bar for breakfast because Derrick overslept and he was running late for soccer practice," Massie said, watching the dirty blonde catch a speeding ball.
"Let me guess. He did an "it all goes to the same place anyway" thing, didn't he?" Landon asked.
"Yep. Stuffed bread, lettuce, ham and cheese into his mouth. I think he made a sandwich," Massie said, giggling.
"Ha. At least that sounds normal. Once, he stuffed bread, milk, eggs and maple syrup into his mouth. He said, he didn't have the time, patience or energy to cook French toast," Landon said.
Massie laughed, catching the attention of Derrick, who carried on like nothing happened.
Landon handed Massie a soft rectangle wrapped in tissue.
"Ohmygosh, food," Massie said, opening taking off part of the tissue paper wrapping to reveal a ham sandwich, just the way she liked it. Wheat bread, ham, and some mayonnaise.
"This tastes really good," Massie said, covering her mouth with her hand while she chewed.
When she put her hand down, there was a small smear of mayonnaise on her chin.
"You have mayonnaise on your chin," Landon said.
"Where?"
"There."
"Where?"
"There."
"You know what, wipe it off. Seriously, I won't feel weird. It's harmless, and better than me walking around with mayonnaise on my chin," Massie said.
"Um, okay," Landon said, then shrugged. He lifted his hand up to her chin and wiped the mayonnaise off.
Derrick saw.
And then he got hit in the stomach by the ball that Cam kicked towards him. He didn't see that fast ball, because he was distracted.
His stomach was filled with pain, but in his heart, there was this dinosaur that got angry, and he doesn't know why.
He doubled up, clutching his stomach, ignoring the dinosaur and focusing on the pain.
"Derrick!" Massie exclaimed when she saw the ball hit Derrick and he doubled up in pain. She ran down the bleachers and into the crowd of soccer players surrounding Derrick.
"What the hell, dude, I thought you were gonna catch that!" Cam said.
"Yeah, me too," Derrick managed.
Okay, so this filler chapter ends here, so that the next chapter will all just be about Massie's birthday.
The title is from Blow Away by A Fine Frenzy…
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