(A\N So, I see there's been complaints... I don't get why you didn't find this funny: Massie getting her "period" instead of Claire. *Pinches bridge of nose* No, I'm not offended, but must you complain? Jeez, don't like what you read, don't announce it to the world. *Stalks off toward Warrior Cats category muttering*)

(Lola O'Ryan's POV)

Rose sat on my lap purring while Claire, Layne, Chloe and I shifted through CDs. "Shakira versus LMFAO?" asked Layne.
"Tie, keep them both." Claire answered. So far we had, The Offspring, a mix CD by Ivy, Pitbull, a Now 37 CD, Shakira and LMFAO. Staring at the mix CD made me realize something: "Where's the lass, Ivy?" I asked my friends.
Claire looked up as if just noticing Ivy wasn't there. She frowned, annoyed at Thorne's absence. "Layne, call I-" She was cut off by the lassie marching through Chloe's living room door. "Claire, you owe me twenty gossip points." said Ivy with a smug look. "Why?"
Ivy waved around a notebook with horses on them. "That new Block loser." She answered. We all leaned in, awaiting her gossip. "Well, Block said that you and her are- were the best of friends, but you're losing your touch so she plans to take over. "Now here's a quote, "I already have Clo," (a disgusted noise from Chloe) "Layne, Ivy, and Lola's vote." end quote. So Block is throwing a party and planning on June 1st to celebrate OCD letting out and that's when she'll make her move." Ivy read aloud with disgust creeping in her voice.
Claire was up and pacing from the flat screen on the wall to the window looking out the back yard.
Layne was watching while Chloe and I shifted through the CDs. "Okay, she wants to fight fire with fire, bring it. Only SHE will be burned to a crisp." Layne got up and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Great idea, you can start at the pool party on June 1st," (a sly smile appeared on Claire's face) "and take her down then. "But now, you have to stop frowning so much, Jonas and Kim won't like it when you show up at the Diamond studio with worry lines and bags under your eyes." Layne said. Claire relencuently sat down.
Chloe reached for a CD. "And why not an early celebration?" She placed the CD in the stereo and grabbed her diet coke. "To the new LBR and her stupidity." We grabbed our cokes and copied her.
Stupid Girls by P!nk played.
Chloe dug in her back pack and got out a sketchpad. There was so many gorgous dresses drawn in the book, and the most gorgous fabrics you'll ever see glued in it as well. "We need dresses for the party. Pool or not." The fabrics she placed for us were more beautiful than Ireland.
I gasped when she showed me my dress sketch. "It's amazing!" Ivy exclaimed. It was a lime green summer dress with a leather belt around the hips. "Wow... When will it be ready?" I asked her. "On the first. Just like the party. So nothing happens to it." she responded.
"Chloe, how is it you're 14 years old, and your a better designer than Ralph Lauren?" asked Claire. Chloe shrugged and placed the book back in her bag. "My Mom taught me back in Paris. She was the #1 designer back home. Dad, who originally lived in here in Westchester, said the same thing about Mom: that she had more taste than both Calvin and Ralph put together.
"So yes, I was taught at a early age, and I have my mother's fashion sense."
Hmmm... Makes sense. "So, today is the 29th, and the 1st is in two days." Ivy informed. "Awesome." We replied. "Oh," Claire said while sipping on her diet coke. "You have no idea."

(A\N DONE! It's short but you'll get over it, I'm sure. P.S. No complaints, thank you very much.)