Author: LucyCrewe11 PM
When the clique attends a medieval faire, nothing could prepare them for the drama they were about to enter into. But maybe they'll live happily ever after in the end. And will Massie be crowned queen of the faire? Massie/Derrington ON HIATUS!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Drama - Massie B. & Derrington - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,302 - Reviews: 22 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 12-22-08 - Published: 09-27-08 - id: 4561660
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AN: My first Clique fanfiction. I hope you like it. I know this chapter is short I just wanted to see if anyone liked this story before writting more.
Massie Block looked down at the dress she was going to wear to the Medieval Faire. It was dark purple. The perfect color for a girl who wanted to win the "Medieval Teen Queen" competition. Last year she couldn't win because she wasn't thirteen yet. So some LBR in a way-too-poofy dress that made her walk like a duck, had won. But this year, Massie was sure it would be her. She could already see the gold crown being placed, first on her head and then on the shelf next to the horse ridding ribbons. She's already decided what angle a crow would look best on her head and how to avoid getting 'Crown-Hair'.
Massie's cell phone went off. At first she thought the yap-yap-yap was the real Bean until she noticed her darling Dog asleep in her little doggie bed. "Hi." She picked up the phone.
"Hi." Alicia's voice came back. "What time are you coming to pick us up?" Dylan and Kristen were at Alicia's house getting ready.
"Three o' clock." Massie said in a very "duh", sort of voice. "Why?"
"We have a small problem." Alicia confessed. She held up the phone so that it picked up the sound of Dylan going, "This gown makes me look fat!"
"Put her on." Massie huffed. Dylan's weight obsession was not worth being late to the faire.
"Hey Mass." Dylan said into the phone. "What's up?"
"Dylan, you are not fat, get over it." Massie snapped. "And be ready when Isaac and I come to pick you up."
"Kay." Dylan sighed in a sulkily voice. "Kristen, do you have any corsets?" She handed the phone back to Alicia as she went over to talk to Kristen.
Massie hung up the phone and slipped on her dress. It was a perfect fit as Inez, had made it just for her. The lacy ruffles at the edges were way cuter than the large red bows last year's winner had been wearing, thank gawd. Massie also wore wavy hair extensions to make her look even more queenly.
"I wish you were coming, Bean." Massie said to her still-sleeping black pug. "You would look so ah-doable in medieval clothes." too bad they didn't allow dogs at the faire.
There was a knock at the door. "Massie?" Claire's voice came in.
"Come in." Massie called.
Claire walked in wearing a long gold-and-white gown with a long train that she kept tripping over. She also wore a white bonnet as a headdress.
"Kuh-laire!" Massie snapped. "It's a medieval faire nawt the Plymouth Plantation."
"Too much?" Claire had thought her bonnet worked but Massie was the fashion expert.
Massie nodded. Then she spun around. "What do you think?"
"Ten." Claire said right away. Massie had out-done herself. She looked like she'd walked right out of a fairy-tale book. "If I lose the bonnet...what rating do I get?"
Massie tapped her chin. "Hmm...seven...love the dress, but even you can't think spray-painting those keds gold makes them cool." Massie eyed Claire's feet looking like a disappointed parent on report card day.
"I didn't have any other shoes that matched my gown." Claire sighed. She had hoped Massie wouldn't pick up on them. But of course, she had.
Massie went into her closet, pulled out a pair of chunky gold heels and handed them to Claire. "Here. That would put you right up to an eight."
Claire smiled gratefully. "Thanks!"
"No, Prob." Massie put on her purple ballet flats and started for the door as Claire took off her bonnet and changed her shoes.
The Car parked in front of Alicia's house
Isaac honked the horn and Alicia, Kristen, and Dylan raced over. Or more specifically, Kristen and Dylan ran. Alicia just fast walked, no one had ever actually seen her run before.
Dylan was wearing a blue-and-white gown with ah-dorable white puffy sleeves that looked like it was stolen right from the costume department of the latest 'Chronicles of Narnia' movie. (It very well might of been considering who Dylan's mother was).
Kristen was wearing a long spring-green super-straight gown. that although very pretty was a bit too small on her. It was probably an old costume that she was trying to pass off as new. But the only thing she had on that was new was the designer gray cloak Alicia had brought her for.
Alicia looked just like Cinderella in the long, royal-blue dress with the wavy slightly-lighter wavy blue train that trailed behind her. Her outfit was at least as good as Massie's.
"My gawd, Dylan." Massie said when she saw the dress. Dylan wasn't fat at all but the dress was clearly not made her for shape.
"Told you I looked fat." Dylan pouted as she got in the car. "But It's not fault...it looked great on Anna Popplewell."
"Want my dad to sue her for misrepresentation?" Alicia offered. Her dad could sue anyone. Even famous British actresses.
"Thanks but no thanks." Dylan told her opening a bag of baked-lays and starting to munch on them.
"Is it true that Derrington is going to be there today?" Kristen asked Massie.
"I don't know and I don't care." Massie said. "He's dead to me." She was still PO'd at him for calling her 'immature' he was the one who had to pull down his pants and wiggle his butt in public, and he thought she was Immature? Stupid much?
"I heard Chris Plovert was going to be there." Alicia told Dylan.
"Puh-lease Chris Plovert is so last year." Dylan didn't like him anymore.
"Whatevs." Alicia pulled out a comb and started combing her already perfect hair.
"Cam's going to be there." Claire said happily.
"What's he going as? A jester?" Alicia teased.
"No, he's going as a prince, he swiped an old Romeo costume and everything." Claire explained.
Massie couldn't help but feel jealous. How come Cam and Claire were all happy while she and Derrington were more over than VCRs in rich people's houses?
The car rolled to a stop. "We're here!" Isaac said.
The Pretty committee grinned happily.
"Let's go break some hearts." Massie said as they all stepped out of the car and into another time.
AN: So whatja think? Please please review! I want to know if it's any good or not!