Thank you guys so much for reading and reviewing this story! Just so you know, I MIGHT be conjuring up a sequal to this! Let me know if you're interested. Thank you once again, and for the last time, these characters do not belong to me, they belong to Lisi Harrison.
Sincerely, Christie Hart.
Chapter 40: We All Roll Along
"I remember…So…Just don't forget this."
The Maine's We All Roll Alongblasted through my headphone speakers as I reached the café. I pulled out the headphones and leaned over my sleeping figure.
"Grey," I tapped him, "We're here sweetie, wake up."
"Mommy," he groaned before opening his eyes. The grey of his irises never failed to shock me, which was how we acquired his nickname. He seemed to take a liking to it as well, "I'm tired."
"I told you not to stay up late with your father," I shook my head, "but no one ever listens to mom."
"Mom, stop nagging me," he sat up.
My mouth formed an o as I pinched him, Derrick.
As we walked into the café I pulled out my phone and dialed his number.
"Hey honey," Derrick answered.
"Did you tell Grey that I nag you," I shrieked, "you're trying to put filthy words into our two year old son's mouth before he can even count to twenty. And so help me Harrington, if our child ends up like you when he grows up-"
"Relax Mass," he interjected, "I was just having some fun with him. And hey, what do you mean 'end up like me. I was quite the bad ass."
"It's nawt funny," I growled.
"I love you," he chuckled, "If it makes you feel better, I'll talk to him tonight. I have to get back to work though. I'll call you when I'm heading home ok?"
"Ugh, you dog," I sighed as the first one of my girls walked in, "I love you too."
I smiled as she walked in. It'd only been two weeks since I'd last seen her, but that was way too long to be separated from someone so close to me. As Grey ran up to hug her, I admired her Gucci boots. I couldn't believe that the same girl we'd been trashing for her poor choice in shoes was actually receiving praise. She still had the same innocent blonde halo, cute blush and pouting lips, but age had fined her cheekbones and nose.
"Hi!" Claire enveloped me in a massive, bone crushing hug. "Oh my gosh! You dropped the pounds."
"I know, all the baby weight is gone," I smiled as she looked at my new form. "You see what you did to mama," I pinched Grey's cheek.
Grey just smiled and bit my finger lovingly. I don't know where he got this biting from. I bet Derrick had something to do with it.
Claire and I sat down a few moments and chatted about everything that had happened in the last two weeks. It was a wonder no reporters had ambushed us as yet. Claire always seemed to be trailed by the paparazzi nowadays.
"So," she smiled, "I have important news to tell you, but we have to wait until the others get here."
"No," I squealed, "Tell me now."
"Mommy, I'm hungry," Grey interrupted. "Burgers?"
"Not now," I hushed him, "Claire…"
"Look," she pointed to the car pulling up, "They're here."
I turned to see the first of the other girls stick their long tanned leg out of the car. I knew exactly who it was. The last two years had done nothing to her, except for more highlights and a bigger chest. I couldn't help but love her though as she cussed out the taxi driver.
The next was a caramel leg that came out the car. Attached was the newest but certainly, equally loved friend of mine. She had cropped her hair to a shorter bob now, and was of course heavier.
Next was a toned calve belonging to my forever sporty sister. I could see the tennis shoe tan that she sported and chuckled silently to myself…of course.
Last, but certainly not least, was the friend I hadn't see in a very long time. Her leg was thin, but in a way that was thankfully healthy. Her signature and still famous red curls bobbed as she carefully exited the car, talking into her cell phone.
We exchanged hugs and kisses and tears, exclaiming our 'I missed you' and 'look how great you look.' As we sat down at our table of seven (Grey included) I couldn't help but smile at the faces around me. Could this count as déjà vu?
"We're all here," Claire smiled her literally one million dollar smile.
"Do you know how long that traveling was from Illinois?" Alicia flipped back her hair, "I swear if it wasn't you guys I wouldn't have come."
"Hey, you didn't come from DC," Jamie scowled.
"I'm with Jamie," Dylan commented, "I came from New York with Kristen."
"It's all your faults for leaving Cali," I shrugged. "Where are the children?"
"Babysitter," Jamie answered.
"Chris," Kristen replied.
"Kemp," Dylan snorted, "Sucker."
"As if," Alicia cackled, "I'm not messing with this body. And I can't stand children. Still."
Same old Alicia.
"But I see you managed to bring yours," Jamie kissed Grey's cheek.
"Aunty Jamie!" he cheered.
"The one and only," she snickered.
After all the greetings were made we launched into a long waited conversation. Although we had all kept in contact over the past three years and visited each other separately, there still were things we just needed to talk about in person.
"Has anyone told them that we flooded the school yet," Dylan laughed, "Make sure you have a camera to capture that moment."
"Point," Alicia tallied with her finger, "Complete Kodak moment."
"I can't believe you guys didn't get caught," Jamie shook her head, "I would have felt so guilty…"
"Oh, they've received a lot of anonymous donations over the years," Kristen chuckled, "They'll be fine."
"That was so stupid of us," Claire giggled, "I hope you guys don't get into that much mischief now."
"Only with Daniel," Jamie winked. We all laughed knowingly.
"So how's the no longer virgin," Dylan snickered, "must be all over you. Even after Hayden's birth…"
"I'm not complaining," Jamie shrugged.
"Ok, guys," Claire interrupted, "I actually have some news."
"Cam's gay?" Alicia smiled wickedly.
"Cam will be gay the day your boobs are real, Alicia," I defended.
Her mouth popped open before she closed it, "True."
"Anyways," Claire continued excitedly, "I'm pregnant."
It was my turn to gape, "Really?"
"Finally," Jamie gave her a hug, "It was your turn."
"I know," Claire bounced, "I'm seven weeks."
"And you waited this long to tell me," I shouted. A woman next to me gave me the eye. I gave her the finger.
Well, discreetly of course. I can't be a bad example for Grey can I?
"Nice," Jamie chuckled as she sipped her drink, "So you're due this next February?"
Claire nodded so enthusiastically it was a wonder her head didn't bobble off. For the next several minutes we fawned over Claire, talking about the horrors and comedies of pregnancies. I watched as she laughed, gasped and blushed…I was instantly brought back to the Claire I'd met, 10 years ago.
Claire was dressed in a pair of overalls, white Keds, and had straight blonde hair with bangs…she looked like one of the cast members on Barney and Friends.
But now, look at her. Look at all of us…this wasn't how I thought it'd turn out. 13 years ago when I had been pulled off school campus kicking and screaming at them, this isn't how I thought we'd turn out.
I didn't think that Kristen would be a bank accountant, or that Claire would be a three award winning actress. I didn't think that Dylan would by a dietician and couldn't even fathom Alicia as a teacher. And I certainly didn't expect that we'd have the loud personality that is Jamie, in our group.
But was that a bad thing? Not at all. I think the changes we underwent transformed us for the better. Claire stopped blushing every time sex was mentioned and learned how to defend herself. Dylan learned to appreciate her body and that thin didn't necessarily mean beautiful. Alicia actually learned. Kristen got her dream guy and finally, so did Jamie.
Me? I was more than grateful for all of these beautiful souls surrounding me which was something I took for granted before. I wasn't so quick to launch insults I knew could scar someone. I no longer ran away from Derrick, and learned to love everything about him and finally be with him. And Grey, my sweet and precious baby boy; these changes had brought me him.
So with that, I pulled out my purse from under the table and presented a box for each of the girls in front of me.
"What's this," Jamie asked.
Claire smiled at me knowingly, "Massie…"
I opened my own box and inspected the ring inside. Made out of pure gold, the ring held my initials in it. One lone, small diamond sat in the middle and on the other side of the ring, a name was written.
"Who's George Wasserstein ," Alicia asked.
I smiled as I relayed the quote, Claire's voice entwining with mine, "My sisters have taught me how to live."
"You were so right," Jamie sniffled to Claire, "It's so much more than a stupid Clique. We're our own personal sorority."
"A sexy sorority," Alicia giggled through her tears.
"A badass sorority," Dylan added.
"A healthy sorority," Kristen squeezed Dylan's hand.
"A loving sorority," Claire gazed at me.
"Sisters," I smiled.
Later that night I pulled something out from under my bed that I hadn't looked at in a while. I gazed at Grey before sitting on my bed next to Derrick.
"You coming to sleep, honey," Derrick pressed a kiss on my bare shoulder.
"Yah," I whispered as I pressed a kiss on his forehead.
Once he rolled over, I pulled a pen from out of the drawer next to me and skipped through the pages of the pink, bejeweled journal. I chuckled as I began writing
Current State of the Union
In: Red Lipstick Out: Pink Lip gloss
In: California Out: New York
In: Kindness (sort of) Out: Bitchiness
In: Massie Harrington Out: Massie Block
In: Grey Out: All other men
I smiled as I wrote the last words before storing the journal away and snuggling up next to Derrick. Underneath my bed, lay the most current state of union that I knew would last forever,
The Clique Pretty Committee