Disclaimer: Do not own. Not even Massie's laptop.

My first ever fanfiction is dedicated to Sophie (who knows who she is) for giving me the writing prompts and for being my muse...and saying my stories are good. As are hers.

I wish I could use Kristen and Massie's made up emails, but it won't let me.

Here goes!

To: Kristen

From: Massie

Subject: subjects are overrated

So it's been about a year and a half since i met you on that cruise. And we've emailed just about every day since. Cuz you're just not like the people in Orlando, kris, you're honest. Trustworthy. Fun to be around. Able to talk about something other than going to Disneyland and universal studios on weekends and shopping for underwear with your boyfriend at victoria's secret.

My mom thinks that it would be a nice change of pace to go live with my grandparents for awhile-that i need a fresh start because of…you know…well, I'll go into it more when…

I FLY INTO THE WESTCHESTER COUNTY AIRPORT ON FRIDAY AT 11:30 AM!

Little known fact: Mammy and Granddad Block live in White Plains, NY in Westchester County, and are zoned for White Plains High School. Who'd of thunk it?

RANDOM FACT OF THE DAY

In 1896 Svante Arrhenius, the Nobel Prize-winning Swedish chemist, was the first to predict global warming when he suggested that burning fossil fuels would result in the buildup of carbon dioxide in the earth's atmosphere.

=) massie

To: Massie

From: Kristen

Subject: Re: subjects are overrated BUT NO FREAKIN WAY

YOU'LL BE LIVING HERE? GOING TO WHITE PLAINS FOR HIGH SCHOOL? MEETING ALL THE PEOPLE I'VE TOLD YOU ABOUT? LIVING LIKE TWO STREETS AWAY FROM ME?

I guess wishes really do come true. That's AMAZING. I stalked down your grandparents-it turns out they live 2 streets over in the same neighborhood as me: pine parks. Also the neighborhood that Claire, Dylan, Derrick, Josh, Chris, & Kemp live in. Did you know that your granddad does News 12 Westchester with Dylan's mom?

Unfortunately, you live on Falick Drive. It's the street with the biggest houses, so naturally Faux-livia and Duh-licia live there as well. I think you'll manage.

Gmail me your flight info-i wanna be there the moment you step off the plane

Capture the dream, massie

(: Kristen

Massie Block carefully shut her mother's old Dell laptop, giving a small smile as she looked around Terminal 6 of the Orlando International Airport. In all her 14 years of coming here, the people were always the same: bratty, Mickey Mouse-ear sporting, sticky little kids with their tired tourist parents and sick children flying in on behalf of the Make-A-Wish foundation. Her so-called "friends" would have scorned the parade of "no-style freaks", but Massie lived for it. She was one always up for change, and her fingers were crossed that this move to Westchester would be a change for the best.

"Massie?" Kendra Block murmured. "Your phone's ringing."

Well you are the one, the one who lies close to me/Whispers "Hello, I've missed you quite terribly/I fell in love, in love with yo-

Massie's pale, nail-bitten hand reached into her Vera Bradley carry-on tote and snatched up her ringing Sony Walkman Slider. The caller I.D. read, "Warner Bryn".

"You've reached the Alice in Wonderland Appreciation Society, how may I direct your call?" Massie snickered into the phone.

"Oh, shut up Massie, where have you been this whole morning? You weren't at Starbucks, you weren't in the courtyard, you weren't even hiding out in Barnes and Noble like the bookworm little loser you are-"

"Warner, I'm at the Orlando International Airport."

"What? I thought we talked…you said you wouldn't do it, that you wouldn't move!" It was the first time Massie had ever heard the girl utter the faintest trace of concern for her.

"My mom thinks I need a fresh start," Massie began, annunciating every word. "She thinks the people at my school are a bad influence and that a new environment would help."

"And why the fu-whoops, why the hell would she think that?" Warner snapped, as if she and Massie hadn't gone over this several times before."

"You know why, Warner," Massie sighed, frustration saturating her tone.

"So what? Chandler went to rehab, I went to juvenile detention center, and you had just a couple of cuts on your head."

"Warner! I had a concussion! It doesn't get much worse than that okay? We're through. I'm leaving."

Massie slid the baby pink phone shut and sighed, involuntarily rubbing the stitches just above her right ear. Kendra looked at her daughter in concern.

"I think you made the right choice, you know." Kendra said, putting one arm around her daughter's thin, tense shoulders and using her free hand to turn Massie's phone off.

8:45 flight for Westchester County, New York boarding in 10 minutes. Repeat: 8:45 flight for Westchester County, New York boarding in 10 minutes. Unaccompanied minors, please report to any nearby personnel to help you board.

Kendra gasped. "This is it!" Massie gathered up her frayed green Vera Bradley and leaned in for a goodbye hug from her mother.

"I'll be okay, Mom," Massie whispered. "I'll make you proud. No trouble in Westchester."

"I trust you," Kendra stated simply before releasing her daughter into the hands of a frumpy, heavily makeup-ed flight attendant.

Massie had ended up at the back of the plane, in a window seat with nobody next to her. Once she was adjusted in her seat and got over the overwhelming scent of airplane food and coffee breath, she promptly fell asleep.

When she slept, she dreamed, and she knew that it would be the same nightmare she always had. It started out with her in the backseat of Chandler Wallgreen's mother's Land Rover while a drunken Chandler and an even more wasted Warner grabbed and yanked around the wheel. Massie kept pleading for them to stop, but when they finally did, the car crashed into a telephone pole. Massie felt her stomach lurch as she flew out of the window…and flew…and flew…right into Kristen's front yard, in White Plains, NY.

Massie's eyes snapped open as the plane began to dip and shudder. She slid open the airplane's window shutter to find a cloudy blue morning. She smiled, not only because she was finally in Westchester, but because the nightmare she'd been having for the past 2 months had finally turned into a sweet dream.

Massie had always been popular. There was something about her that drew in people. Was it her natural beauty? Her confidence? Her clothes? Her huge mansion? Or something more, like how easy she was to talk to, or her secret love of books, or how she always tried to include everybody, even when Warner and Chandler told her otherwise.

She'd always been popular, but she'd never quite had a welcome like this before. Massie spotted her grandparents first-her thin, not-a-gray-hair-on-her-head, kind-smiled grandma and her strong, grinning, blue-eyed granddad waiting for her with eager faces, open arms, and a pack of fun size Three Musketeers bars.

Then, there was Kristen. After a year and a half, the dirty blonde still hadn't changed: her blue eyes were still bright, her hair fell down to her shoulders in curly waves, and her toned arms and legs were pumping as she ran full speed towards Massie, scooping her up in a hug.

"Kris," Massie managed to choke out, her amber eyes swimming with happy tears.

"Mass," Kristen mumbled. "I can't believe you're really, actually here!" The girls broke apart and Massie got a good view of the final people who had come to greet her at the Westchester County Airport.

Even though she'd never met any of them in her life, she could name each person: Dylan was the rosy-cheeked redhead with the bright emerald green eyes, sucking down a milkshake from Chik-fil-a; Claire was pale, slender girl with an alluring smile, big brown eyes, and brown-blonde hair piled on top of her head, eating Sour Patch Straws; Chris Plovert was the tall blonde with piercing blue eyes; Kemp was slightly smaller than Chris with a typical brown hair, brown eyes pretty boy face; Josh looked like, well, Josh Harnett; And finally, there was Derrick.

Massie was not a big believer in love at first sight, especially after having a two-week relationship with the captain of Riverside Prep's football captain, who said he loved Massie then totally tried to molest her. But there was just something about Derrick Harrington that made her heart flutter, if you wanted to be cheesy about it. She had seen him before in pictures that Kristen had sent her, but in real life, everything about him was so much sharper and focused: the way his shaggy brown-blonde hair fell into his wide brown eyes, the freckles across the bridge of his nose, his short 5'5 height, and his laid back demeanor hit Massie with the force of a full-blown crush before she'd even said two words to the guy.

"Massie, sweet pea, we can't even begin on how happy we are that you decided to move up here," her Mammy gushed, pulling Massie into a firm hug.

"Hey kid, bashed your head into anything else since we've seen you?" her Granddad chuckled.

"Granddad!" Massie squealed, feeling a lot like her 7-year-old self as she was enveloped into yet another hug. She pulled away to find herself face-to-face with Claire.

"Hi, I'm Massie, but you probably already knew that," Massie introduced herself. Claire reached out to shake Massie's hand. There was something about the way that Claire carried herself that made Massie think that Claire was the alpha around here.

"I'm Claire Lyons. It's nice to finally meet you," Claire said, giving Massie a genuine smile. "This is Dylan Marvil, whose mom, Merri-Lee, does the news with your granddad; Chris Plovert, Josh Hotz, Kemp Hurley, and Derrick Harrington." Each person waved as Claire said their names, except for Dylan, who gave a loud burp.

"Niiiiiiiiice," Chris chuckled, extending his palm for a congratulatory high five. Claire rolled her eyes while a laughing Dylan high-fived him. Out of the corner of Massie's eye, she spotted a skinny boy with dark brown hair and pale eyes rushing towards the group.

"Oh, and this is Cam Fisher," Claire greeted Cam with a loving glance. "My boyfriend of 3 years." Claire shot Massie a look, pausing to see how this sunk in. The alpha's glare clearly said he's mine. Massie rolled her eyes. She perfectly understood boundaries and when not to cross them.

"Massie," Mammy said, bringing her granddaughter's attention back to her. "We've got to be at baggage claim in five minutes. You'll have plenty of time to talk to your new friends later, okay?" Massie nodded and turned back for one last hug from Kristen.

"I'll come over to help you unpack later, kay?" Kristen said. Massie nodded. Today had been overwhelming.

As she walked away with her grandparents, Massie looked back for another glance at her new friends. She saw Dylan and Josh flirting heavily and Kemp, Chris, and Derrick laughing and pushing each other around. But what really caught her eye was Derrick and Cam staring at her as she left.

She most certainly was not in Orlando anymore.