KA-BLAM! UPDATE!

I am seriously happy about that.

And that's all because I got reviews that made me happy.

YAY

Okay, so this was supposed to be what really happened in the last chapter, but then it would've been too long, so I decided to just post another chapter. This happens after all the girls leave and stuff.

(title: painting flowers, all-time low - since this is a continuing chapter, I just used the same song. The next lines of the song, though.)

.:If nothing is true, what more can I do?:.
I am still painting flowers for you

Massie Block was frustrated.

She just realized she loves Derrick Harrington.

And she knows he doesn't feel the same way.

I mean, this was Derrick Harrington we're talking about. He used to hate me! And the only reason we became friends was because of that stupid Vegas incident. Oh, gosh, what am I going to do? I still have to tell him about how we're not legally married, and then he'll leave for sure, and then…what am I going to do?

She slammed her head into her pillow and screamed.

She grabbed her iPod and plugged her earphones in. She played a random song.

The stars lean down to kiss you/and I lie awake and miss you/Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere/cause I'll doze of safe and soundly/but I'll miss your arms around me/I'll send a postcard to you dear,/cause I wish you were here/I'll watch the night turn light blue/but it's not the same without you/because it takes two to whisper quietly/the silence isn't so bad,/till I look at my hands and feel sad/cause the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.

Oh, my gosh. I'm crying. I'm serious. I'm crying! Because of a song! A SONG! Stupid Owl City. Stupid Adam Young. STUPID SONG.

She wiped her tears away, and went to the next song.

What day is it?/And in what month?/This clock never seemed so alive/I can't keep up and I can't back down/I've been losing so much time/Cause it's you and me, and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose/And it's you and me, and all of the people and I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you.

Next song.

I like where we are/When we drive in your car/I like where we are/Here/Our lips, can touch/Our cheeks, can brush/Our lips, can touch/Here/Well, you are the one, the one that lies close to me/Whispers "Hello, I miss you quite terribly"/I fell in love, in love with you suddenly/Now there's no place else I could be/But here in your arms.

Next. Song.

This is the way you left me, I'm not pretending/No hope, no love, no glory/No happy ending/This is the way that we love/Like it's forever/Then live the rest of our lives/But not together.

Next. Song.

It's my heart you're stealing/It's my heart you take/It's my heart you're dealing with/And it's my heart you'll break.

NEXT. SONG.

I don't want this moment to ever end/Where everything's nothing without you/I'll wait here forever just to, to see you smile/'Cause it's true, I am nothing without you/Through it all, I made my mistakes/I stumble and fall, but I mean these words/I want you to know/With everything I won't let this go/These words are my heart and soul/I'll hold on to this moment you know/'Cause I'd bleed my heart out to show/And I won't let go

Massie pulled the earphones off her ears, screamed, and thrust her iPod towards her door the exact same time it opened. She expected it to crash against the opening door, but it didn't.

Derrick Harrington caught it using his annoying(amazing) goalie skills.

"Throwing iPods," he said, looking at the device in his hand. "I'm not sure I like your new hobby."

"Shut up," she snapped. She was angry at him for making her fall in love with him. Stupid Derrick Harrington with his stupid goalie skills and his stupid nice eyes and his stupid dirty blonde hair and that stupid smirk on his face. Stupid love.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, placing the iPod on her desk, away from her iPod-throwing hands.

"Everything's so…so…stupid!" she exclaimed, falling back on her bed.

"Care to explain why?"

"No!" she said, her frustration seeping out. STUPID. DERRICK. HARRINGTON. "Stupid music. Stupid songs. Stupid iPod. Stupid door. Stupid earphones. Stupid world. Stupid Owl City. Stupid Lifehouse. Stupid Hellogoodbye. Stupid Mika. Stupid The Perishers. Stupid Sum 41. Stupid goalie skills. Stupid…stupid…" she trailed off, and she saw that Derrick was trying to hold back his laughter. "Stupid Derrick Harrington!"

He held up his hands in mock surrender. "I didn't do anything."

"Yes, you did! This is all your fault!"

"What did I do?"

"NOTHING!"

Derrick stared at her. "You're blaming me because I didn't do anything?"

"YES!"

"You're being weird, so I'm going to go now," he said, walking backwards out the door.

Yes. This was all his fault. For doing nothing. I fell in love with him, and he didn't even do anything to make me fall in love with him! NOTHING! Yes, there was the birthday party, and the sunrise this morning, but other than that, NOTHING! NOTHING!

Oh, gosh, I still have to tell him.

-o-

"Where are you going?" Derrick asked Massie as she passed him sitting down the couch.

"Out," Massie answered. Really, she couldn't stay inside the same house as Derrick right now. It was all so…confusing. Stupid emotions. She feels bad for not telling him. She also feels bad and slightly heartbroken because he might leave if he finds out. Then, she feels heartbroken because she's convinced that he doesn't like her the way she likes him.

And she also feels like attacking him and kissing him right now.

"What time will you be back?" Derrick asked.

She shrugged. "No idea."

"Are you still mad at me for doing nothing?"

"Yes," she said, before closing the door behind her.

-o-

She ended up in the playground, which was already empty since it was just after sunset, and kids didn't stay out that late.

She climbed up in one of the jungle gyms, and sat down on the wooden surface, letting her legs dangle below her.

She was quiet for a while, letting her thoughts take over her brain.

How am I supposed to tell him?

Should I just blurt it out? Should I tell him after dinner? How in the world am I even supposed to begin?

"Ouch!" she said as something hard hit her arm and landed on the wood beside her. It was a penny. Someone threw her a penny.

What the hell?

She looked down and saw Landon Crane looking up at her. "Penny for your thoughts?"

She rolled her eyes. "You fail," she said as he climbed the small ladder and sat beside her.

"Jungle gym? Really? Aren't you a little too old?" he asked her.

She shrugged. "No one was here anymore, so I went here. It's nice," she said.

"So…any special memories in this playground?" he asked, looking around. Obviously, this playground has been here for a long time.

"Not sure," Massie said, smiling as memories she forgot she had resurfaced. "I remember a lot of me falling down and being pushed."

"By who?" Landon asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"Derrick." He was right.

"Well, did you push him back?"

"Of course."

"How did this start anyway? The animosity between you and Derrick?" Landon asked, throwing a pebble back to the ground.

"That is an amazing story," she said. "It all started when we were six. Derrick and I were on the swings; gosh, I love swings. Those swings, actually," she said, pointing to a pair of swings that had a "Wet Paint" sign on one of the poles. "Anyway, he stood up to go do something, and he stepped on my shoe. It was a white shoe, and it was new, so I got mad at him. I stood up, and I told him off for stepping on my shoe. He told me off for having my foot in his way, and he accused me of planning to trip him—I wasn't, by the way. Anyway, then I pushed him, and he didn't do anything at first, because his Mom said he shouldn't hit girls—come to think of it, Derrick never actually hit me. He just tripped me and pushed me and pulled my hair and—yeah, we should get back to the point. Anyway, he didn't push me, so I pushed him again, and then he pushed me, and we pushed each other until I fell over and cried."

"What happened then?" Landon asked, noting the way Massie's eyes lit up while she was telling their story.

"He got grounded for the first time," Massie said, laughing. "And that's why he was mad at me. Because he got grounded. Not even a time-out. It was a no TV, no playground thing."

Bzzzzzz bzzzzzz. Her phone vibrated and her smile faltered when she saw who the text message was from.

Derrick: Where are you?
Massie: Old playground.

"What's wrong?" Landon asked, but before Massie could reply, her phone started buzzing again.

Derrick: The one we used to go to and I always fought with you?
Massie: Yep. Why?
Derrick: Nothing.

Massie didn't bother to reply anymore.

"That was Derrick?" Landon asked.

"Uh huh," Massie said, putting her phone beside her.

"Alicia told me about the…you know," Landon said, watching her to see how she reacted. She winced.

Well, I never actually told her not to tell anyone else.

"You don't know how to tell him?" Landon asked.

"Nope."

"Do you even want to tell him?"

Massie was silent for a moment. "Honestly? No," she admitted. She trusted Landon. Maybe he could help her.

"Do you…like Derrick?" Landon asked, fearing her answer.

"Honestly?" Landon nodded. "I think I may be in love."

-o-

She couldn't be anywhere more perfect than the playground, Derrick said as he turned the curb.

He had hopped on his car and started driving the moment he received her message about the playground.

He decided he should just admit to her, right now.

And a plan was already formulating in his head.

-o-

"You're in love with Derrick?" Landon said as he placed a fake smile on his face.

"Yeah. I think I am," Massie said, looking at him. "Now, will you help me?"

He looked at her, and he thought, Hell, just do it, Landon.

"I'm sorry, Massie, but I have to do this at least once," Landon said, earning him a bemused look from her. "I figured I'll never be able to do it if I didn't do it now."

And then he planted his lips on hers.

-o-

Oh, my gosh, what just happened? Massie thought as she stared at Landon's closed eyelids, mere centimeters away from her face. Holy shiz, Landon's kissing me. Oh, my gosh, no. MASSIE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PULL AWAY!

And she did, staring wide eyed at him. And he looked horrified. Yes. You should be horrified!

But then she realized that he wasn't looking at her. He was looking at something behind her.

She turned around and she felt her eyes tingle and her stomach lurch and her heart break.

"What is this?" Derrick asked in a calm yet cold voice that killed Massie.

Landon jumped down from the jungle gym and approached Derrick, whose jaw stiffened. "Look, dude, it's not her fault—"

But he never got to finish because Derrick's fist collided with his jaw. "Guess blood is thinner than water, huh?" Derrick spat, and Massie gasped at his expression.

It was full of hate. Derrick hated Landon.

Derrick hated Massie, too.

"It's not like it's against the law! You're not even legally married!" Landon blurted out, while he clutched his jaw.

"What?" Derrick asked, not looking at Massie.

"You got married with fake IDs and without parental consent. Which means it's not legal," Landon said. "Alicia told me."

Derrick looked at Massie, silently asking her if it was true. She nodded, as their eyes met.

He stared at her in silence. His eyes betrayed no emotion. Her eyes were moist.

Please yell at me so I can scream back at you, she wanted to say. Then, I'll know we'll be alright.

He didn't.

He turned around and left.

-o-

Massie stared at his retreating back, and he stared at the place where his car was even after he drove away.

"Massie," she heard Landon say from below her. "I'm sorry."

"Please," Massie whispered in a broken voice. "Please leave me alone."

-o-

Massie: Can I sleep over?
Kristen: Why?
Massie: Please? I really just can't go home right now.
Kristen: Okay. But why? We just had a sleepover.
Massie: I need to cry.

-o-

She looked up at the night sky, praying for shooting stars.

All she saw were airplanes.

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now...

I feel kind of bad for Landon. But not as bad as I feel for Massie and Derrick.

That last line was from Airplanes by B.o.B. featuring Hayley Williams. It was so corny, but I couldn't help it. (I find that giving in to someone's corny-ness is emotionally healthy.)

So sorry again for that page breaker incident and the whole post then repost thing.

The only reason I found out was because I decided to reply to people's reviews, and thought it would be easier to read them from fanfiction rather than from my mail.

So here are my replies (:

Overloaded Candy-coated: thanks (: and yeah, I'm trying to update a lot more.

rstar: thanks! (:

WakeMeUpWhenItsYesterday: HAHA I AGREE. And thanks for saying that this story is fantastic, and this is your (almost) "reallyreallyreally soon" update!

WE: thanks! You don't know how much that means to me.

Ceylon: I know. I wish they'd just admit it too ;) But then, I already planned out the whole plot, and I already wrote the ending…so…yeah…And Derrick was suppose to do something to reassure Massie, but then Landon did something else…

nanny kiwi gurl: HAHAHA YES THE FLUFFINESS ATTACKED YOU.

fearless-lights: YES. I am so proud of myself right now for making you kind of sort of love my Massington fluff. I don't even really write fluff…

figureskatingismypassion: thanks! (:

xoxoDDLSG: Thanks for thinking this is fantasticalulous (how do you come up with these…these…Ericka-isms?). SNICKERDOODLE (:

ESTF: THANK YOU! OMG, WAKING UP IN VEGAS IS LIKE THE SUN! YAY! (Holy crap I just thought of something REALLY LAME…you know…THE SUN…then WAKING UP IN VEGAS? THE SUN? WAKING UP? Oh, my gosh, I need to get out more.)

I'm not sure if I'm going to reply to reviews each chapter, but I'll try (: