Almost ending :( Which is why I'll try to update more. Because it's almost the end. Yeah...

Okay, so, yeah. This chapter is, again, dedicated to xoxoDDLSG, because she's the one who reminded me that I have to update. And, Ericka, I hope the British voice in your head is saying, "Yay, Bianca updated, yay, Bianca updated…" :)

.: I won't cry :.

Alicia Rivera was in her father's office, looking through some of his past and present cases. This was what she did from time to time, because she liked reading their different situations and stuff. She was doing this now before she went to Massie's house for the sleepover.

"What happened here?" Alicia asked her father, looking at the title of the folder. "Helen Murray case."

"Oh, you don't want to read about that," Len Rivera said, scowling at the memory of that case. "It's repulsive. Helen Murray stole all of her own jewelry and blamed it on her mother-in-law, all because she hated her mother-in-law."

Alicia scrunched up her nose. What people did these days were preposterous. "How about this one?" She said, holding up a file labeled 'Samuels-Adamson.'

"Oh, a custody case," Len said.

"Who did the kid go to?" Alicia asked. She was always curious about custody and divorce cases. They were tragic, yes, but they were interesting. "And why did they divorce?"

"The kid went to the mother," Len said. "And, well, they never actually divorced. They didn't have a legal marriage in the first place."

This sparked her interest. "Yeah? Why? What happened?"

"The child was a result of teen pregnancy. Their parents were opposed to them marrying at such a young age—they were only sixteen, by the way—and so they eloped to Vegas and got married using fake IDs," Len explained, not knowing that his words were freakishly affecting Alicia. "They didn't have their parent's consent, and they got married using fake IDs. Which renders the marriage null and void."

"Really?" Alicia said, her eyes wide. "A marriage without parental consent and fake IDs aren't real marriages?"

"Yes."

And Alicia hurriedly swept from the room, leaving her confused father behind.

(Earlier in the day)

"Hey, Derrick, where's the Titanic?" Massie Block said, popping her head into Derrick Harrington's room.

Derrick looked at her. It was weird. He never really noticed it, but Massie sometimes turned him scatter-brained. It was annoying, because all he could focus on right now was her hair, her flowing hair which he really wanted to touch right now.

Focus, Derrick, focus! Titanic! Okay, you watched that movie because Sammi forced you to, remember? Yeah…okay, so what happened? Argh! All I can remember was the boat sinking!

"Um, the bottom of the sea?" Derrick said. What else? "And, I'm not sure, but I think that it was from the UK, going to the US." Sammi told you something about dates! April 14, right? "I think Sammi mentioned something about it hitting the iceberg on April 14 and sinking the next day. Yeah."

After he was done, he noticed Massie looking at him like he was stupid.

"I was talking about the DVD we own," Massie said, before bursting into laughter. After her words registered in her brain, he ended up laughing, too. Oh, gosh, that was a fail.

Massie was more…carefree now, he noticed. She laughed more. And, before, when he would commit a mistake like this, she would've probably criticized him. But she didn't now. She laughed. It was weird…but nice. But weird. And sometimes, he missed the old Massie. Well, not really, but it was amusing fighting it her.

Holy—what is wrong with you, Derrick Harrington? You DO NOT MISS the old MASSIE BLOCK. These past few weeks, you have been acting weird. What is wrong with you? Okay, fine, maybe, you know, you and her are friends now, but why does the sight of that stupid necklace annoy you?

And it was. His laughter died when he saw it. Stupid star-shaped pendant. And, really, a star? How original. Wait. Titanic. Yeah. How the hell are you supposed to know where your copy of the TITANIC is? Oh. Wait. Yeah. You remember now. You saw it behind the Texas Chainsaw Massacre DVDs.

"It's behind the Texas Chainsaw Massacre DVDs," he blurted out.

"Why would it be there?"

"I don't know."

"Whatever."

(A few hours later)

"So. What's up?" Derrick asked as Massie slammed open the door into his room, looking harassed.

"Can I borrow your pillows?" she asked, wiping sweat from her forehead.

"My what?" Derrick asked, not sure he heard right. He was pretty sure he didn't just hear Massie borrow his pillows.

"Please, please, please? I swear I will repay you if you lend them to me. Just for a night," Massie said. Okay, so maybe she did want the pillows. Why?

"Why do you want my pillows?" Derrick asked, putting emphasis on the last word to let her know he thought her request sounded ridiculous.

"Because I'm having a sleepover, and I need more pillows! Come on! Please? I would borrow from the Main House, but there's nobody there!"

"Why?"

"I don't know!" Massie said. "I'm begging you."

"Uh…okay?" Derrick said, not really sure if what he was doing was right. "Just leave one for me, okay?"

"I thought you were going out with the guys?"

"Yes." Derrick blinked. "But I still need to sleep, right?"

"Oh yeah," she said absently as she gathered his pillows, pulling one out from behind him. "Thanks, Derrick!"

DERRICK! YOU DID NOT FOCUS! WHY IN THE WORLD DID YOU GIVE HER YOUR PILLOWS?

And why shouldn't I?

Because you like it when you have lots of pillows!

Oh, yeah, well, whatever.

What is wrong with you? What is Massie doing to you?

Nothing!

You have been like this ever since you went and threw her a party! Wait, no! you've been giving in to her ever since Vegas!

No.

Yes!

NO!

YES!

God, sometimes I hate myself when I have fights like this in my head. Wait. Actually, I've only been doing this ever since that stupid party I threw.

See? I told you! She's doing something to you!

She IS NOT doing anything to me!

Oh, yeah, then why do you get pissed off whenever you see that stupid necklace?

I don't get pissed off!

Oh, yeah, you get jealous!

No!

YES!

NO!

YES!

I'm not jealous of Landon!

I never said anything about you being jealous of Landon.

Yeah, well, it was implied.

Yes, but you figured it out yourself. You're jealous of your cousin.

NO, I'M NOT! I mean, I've never really been jealous of Landon, I mean, come on, Grandma totally loved me more.

That's beside the point. Okay. You're jealous of Landon. Why?

At this point Derrick realized that arguing with himself must be some sort of schizophrenic disorder, so he stopped.

Okay, I'm not jealous of Landon, right? I just feel pissed whenever I see the stupid star necklace. Why in the world do I get pissed? Ah, fuck it. Get up and go to Cam's.

He stood up and got dressed quickly, grabbing his wallet and phone before going out of his room.

"Massie! I'm going to Cam's now!" he yelled through the house, not really sure where she was.

"Okay! Bye!" she yelled back, sounding like she was in the kitchen.

He opened the door and stepped out into the cool night air, and got into his car and started driving.

He completely missed Alicia speeding to get to the Block Estate.

-o-

"Hey. Everyone's here already," Cam said when he opened the door.

Yeah, well, they didn't have internal debates with themselves, did they?

"Good."

-o-

"Yeah, and it was so annoying," Chris Plovert said, ranting about some Marco dude from Claire's English class. "I mean, really, who gives her a pen for Christmas? And why should he give her anything for Christmas anyway? And she goes on complaining about how she loves that pen and it was her favorite pen and she always uses it for essays and stuff. Come on. It's a pen."

"Wow, Plovert," Landon said, and Derrick felt irritated. And he doesn't know why. It's just that, for the whole time he's been here, Landon's been pissing him off. Really. And it was for totally acceptable reasons. Like talking. "You sound really jealous, dude."

"I'm not jealous," Plovert said defensively. "I just really hate that pen."

"You're pissed because she keeps using the pen some other guy gave her, and you're pissed every time you see it," Landon said, pointing things out while Derrick got annoyed by his voice. Hey, Derrick, this is your cousin we're talking about! "You get mad every time you see him, and you get annoyed just by the sound of his voice. Accept it, dude. You're jealous."

Derrick was struck by his words (oh, come on. Just because he was pissed off by the voice doesn't mean he wasn't listening.) Was he—dare he say it?—jealous of Landon? Jealous of Landon Crane, his cousin? And because of Massie?

No way.

NO FREAKING WAY.

He couldn't really be jealous could he? I mean, if you were jealous, it had to be because of something…or someone. And he didn't even like like Massie, right? Right?

Right?

Right?

Well, I like her hair. Yeah. It looks so soft and shiny and stuff. Yeah. Sometimes, I want to touch—wait, no I don't! I don't want to touch Massie Block's hair!

Her cheeks are cool too. I mean, they're kind of smooth looking and kind of rosy and—no! You don't want to touch Massie Block's cheeks!

But her lips are so curvy, too. Yeah. Pink and curvy and soft. Yeah. And when she smirks or smiles, her lips look even curvier. Yeah. And sometimes, her lips look soft enough to—NO! WE ARE NOT GOING THERE!

Eyes. Yes. Her eyes were pretty. I mean, they were amber. That eye-color, you don't get to see much. Granted, it does get pretty scary when she glares at me. But whatever. Her eyes are pretty. They were kind of big and framed by long, full eyelashes, and sometimes, when the sunlight hits her eyes, they kind of turn gold and I sometimes want to stare at them and—SHUT THE HELL UP, BRAIN!

Because I do not like, Massie Block, right? NO WAY. THAT WAS IMPOSSIBLE.

Granted, it was also impossible that I would marry her, and look where we are now.

But that was an accident, so I don't count that.

NOT AT ALL.

-o-

"MASSIE!" Massie heard Alicia's voice shout her name and she winced.

"Alicia, easy on the caps!" Massie said, smiling as she emerged from the kitchen.

"I need to tell you something!" Alicia said.

"Later," Massie said, frowning at the Hispanic. Maybe she had too much Coke again. The drink, I mean. Not the other one.

"But it's really important!"

"Tell me later! When everyone's here!"

Alicia took a deep breath and calmed down. Maybe it was for the best that they would all be there when Massie received the blow. I mean, seriously, everyone knows it's not happy news. Obviously we all know that Massie is so in love with Derrick and Derrick is so in love with her, too. I suspect even Massie knows. But she doesn't realize it yet. For someone so smart, she could be so frustratingly ignorant. Derrick, too. Gosh, why won't they just realize it and admit it yet? Yes, it's entertaining, but it's also so frustratingly…frustrating!

-o-

"Dude, what's wrong with you?" Josh said, snapping his fingers in front of Derrick's blank face. Derrick snapped out of his trance.

"Bet you he was thinking about Massie," Kemp said, smirking.

Derrick gave him a sarcastic smile. "Actually, Kemp, I was."

"And?" Cam asked.

"And…" Was he really going to do this? "And I think I might actually like her. And I mean really like."

"Finally!"

-o-

"Okay, so this might come as a shock to you," Alicia said, looking at Massie seriously. Massie looked slight concerned about how Alicia was acting.

"Massie, what is this?" Kristen asked, pulling off something from the pillow on Massie's lap. Massie looked at it and let out a laugh. It was the picture of Derrick she cut out off of a group picture and stabbed with a red pen. It even still had the tape on.

"I got mad at Derrick," she explained. No way was she going to tell them why, though.

"Okay," Kristen said slowly. "And why was it on your pillow?"

"This isn't my pillow. This is his."

"Why do you have his pillows?" Dylan asked, trying hard to cover up her smirk.

"Because no one was in the Main House, so I couldn't borrow more pillows," Massie defended, noting the suggestive looks on her friends' faces.

"Right," Claire said sarcastically. "So lucky you had someone with you in this Guesthouse." Claire said, looking around dramatically at her old bedroom.

"Shut up or I'm going to take a picture of that vandalism you put on the wall and post it on Facebook!"

"What vandalism?"

"Your 'Claire + Plovert' etching on the wall behind the bed! And, for the record, you weren't even together yet!"

"Hey! You can't do that!"

"My house, my Facebook!"

"People!" Alicia said, turning everyone's attention on her. "I'm announcing something important!"

"Sorry, Leesh," Massie said. "Continue."

"As I was saying," Alicia said, then she cleared her throat, not really sure how to say what she was going to say.

"Spit it out, Leesh," Dylan advised.

"Fine." Alicia took a deep breath. "Derrick and Massie aren't really married because their parents didn't give their consent and they got married with fake IDs which renders the marriage null and void."

Everyone was quiet as they all looked at Massie.

Okay, she knows that she would've been ecstatic if Alicia told her this before.

But, now, she feels like her heart just fell off a cliff.

Yes, you all hate me.

But, as I am so emotionally stable I think I may be turning apathetic, I don't really mind.

Because it's the sad, sad truth.

Derrick and Massie aren't really married, since they used fake IDs.

Oh, well.

Yeah…

I really am so emotionally stable it disturbs me.

*awkward silence*

Okay, I do not know why, but there is something wrong with me. I mean, I was reading past chapters and noting that I might sound different. I think I do sound different…maybe it was the long pause in this story or something, but yeah. There's a difference. So, yeah, I don't know how to fix that…I'm contemplating rewriting the whole story someday, but I don't know. And…I have an annoying problem that you people may have noticed. I never put enough hints that Derrick was actually starting to like Massie. Or, I don't know, maybe he's only realizing it now or something, but whatever. Sorry if you have a problem with the sudden jump. But I will try my best to work with what I've got.

Oh, hahaha, I made Derrick fight with himself in his head.