(Massie's POV)

Alicia, Kristen and Dylan all looked at their reflections. After declaring war against Claire, I dragged them to the salon and got us all makeovers, then went to Target. Thank goodness for all that birthday money, too!
Kristen looked good with her hair now stick straight and her eyebrows plucked, and bought a pair blue jeans, and a green tank top with 'Sufer girl' on it.
Alicia's hair was the same as Kristen's, and she wore a white tank top and shorts.
Dylan didn't really need plucking/waxing/hair-do. But she did buy a Green Diet catalog, and a new outfit like the rest of us.
I shaved my legs (Owie!) before going to the salon, of course, and I was wearing a black tank top with 'Sorry for party rocking' in hot pink on it, and I wore a hot pink, pleated skirt, plus Mom's silver high heels she wore only once to Aunt Millie's wedding and well... never wore again.
"Wow," Alicia said and twirled. "I thought miracles were just myths." Kristen let out a cackle. Dylan stared at her reflection with a smile.
"It's like being on that show, 'What NOT to wear*'." I nodded and looked outside as soon as the limo (yes, LIMO!) pulled into the Lyons' driveway.
"Alright, girls. Showtime."

(Claire's POV)

"Bye, Kuh-laire!" Layne cried and Chloe, Ivy, and Lola copied her. My arms were weighed down with bags, but I still tried to wave back. I was dying to check my voicemails since I've had, like, four calls. Ellen, the live-in Housekeeper/Nanny, opened the door before I had to knock- or kick- the door. "Hello, Ms. Lyons. You do know you have had two calls." Okay, make that six calls.

1: "Hey, Claire... This is Cam, duh... I was wondering if you were going with anyone to the Summer Party... Um... Call me."

2: "Wassup, this is Andrea from Diamond Magazine, and we were wondering if you'd be able to make it in time for next Saturday shoot. Ciao!"

3: "He-e-e-e-ey, Claire! This is Rebel from 'Rebellious Chick' magazine, and I would like to know if you'd join me for a 2-minute interview. Call me when you get the chance."

4: "Hi, honey. This is Mom. Your father and I won't be home until 5:00, so please make sure Todd behaves for Ellen. Ciao, sweetie."

5: "This is Mindy from Diamond Magazine Makeover room. I need you to be here, next Saturday, by 9:00 AM sharp, so we can see what you look like in the new Ralph Lauren dress. Tata for now."

6: "Hey, um, this is Cam again... So, uh, can you call me by 5, 'cause I have to go visit Gran later. So, um, yeah."

I clapped and did a dance. Cameron "Cam" Fisher didn't try to call me once, but twice! Twice! And asking if I'd go to the Summer Party with him. I glanced at the clock on my phone and saw that it was 4:51. I texted Cam with my response.

Claire: Totally.

I sent it just as the doorbell rang. There was the sound of Ellen going downstairs and opening the door. "Ms. Lyons, there is a guest at the door." She informed over the intercom.
"Coming, tell them I'll be down in a second," I replied. I jogged downstairs, totes not aware that LBRs were at my door.
When I got to the living room, I stared at the four girls in front of me. They looked like they were in the DSL Daters. Yeah, they looked THAT good.
"Hey, Claire." Massie said and sauntered into the living room. "So, don't look like an LBR, now do I?" I glared at her and placed a hand on my hip.
"Alright, Block. What do you want this time? TP?"
"No," she shot back. "I just came here to tell you this is War." I lifted my chin and stared at her. Massie returned the look.
"Fine. Just so you know, you're in for a world of pain." And with that, I ushered them out of MY house and texted Layne, Chloe, Ivy, and Lola.

Claire: Block declared war.

Layne: What for?

Claire: Milk-Incident.

Chloe: So?

Claire: So, if it's a war she wants, it's a war she's gonna get.

Layne: Done.

Ivy: Done.

Lola: Done.

Chloe: And done.

(A\N: *What NOT to wear. Best show to watch when nothing is on. Sucks I don't have TLC anymore. Anyways, please review and sorry for short chapter.

~Emerald the Warrior Princess, formerly Emerald.H.