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Current State of the Union

Ever wondered what would have happened if Claire became a movie star?
What if she'd taken that movie job and moved away to California? Would she change into one of those starlets who think everything is handed to them on a silver platter? Would she even abandon Massie, whose phone was the only reason she nailed "Dial L for Loser" in the first place?
Your questions are about to be answered


Private Dressing Room: Fred Segal
Tuesday May 3rd, 2008
1:54 PM PST

So this is why everyone is Westchester is obsessed with designer clothes, Claire Lyons thought as she sank into the poofy chair in her personal dressing room at Fred Segal, scanning the rows of couture gowns spread before her. The boutique megastore had reserved a private room for her to pick out a dress for the "Dial L for Loser" premiere that was going to be taking place the following Saturday. At the Jade Theatre. In Hollywood. Where she'd just moved. She'd decided to turn down the rags-to-riches drama her agent had offered her, but not his representation. And of course a better offer had come along, like it always does. Claire would play the unknowingly-kidnapped twin sister of Kyla Durk (Hadley Durk's younger sister!) in what was considered the next big movie, "My Missing Half".

It was hard to believe that she'd moved twice in one year, and how different her reception had been at each place. In Westchester, Claire had been shunned and scorned, but only until Massie had finally realized she was a person and not just an LBR. But in Hollywood, she'd been welcomed with designer goodies and professionally whitened smiles, a star in the making. A starlet. Even now the personal shoppers were all over her, cooing and pointing out gown after gown. This one would make her babyblues pop, this one would best set off her white-blonde hair.

"Hold up ladies, can Claire take a look for herself?" Judi Lyons put a comforting hand on her daughters shoulder, and all the saleswomen immediately shut up and smoothed their fitted black trousers over their invisible hips. Because as Claire was quickly learning, making even a semi-big star angry was the last thing anyone wanted to do. Thanking her mom by gently putting her hand over hers, Claire stood up and walked over to the racks of dresses waiting for her approval. It was just like shopping for her Valentine's Day dance dress back in February with Massie, except that the dresses were gowns and the dance a premiere. How much can change in three months.

Searching the dresses for just the right one, Claire tried to discreetly wipe her sweaty hands on her new Juicy purple sweats. Just like her lifestyle, her wardrobe had been Hollywood-ified, and she'd been forced to exchanged Old Navy cargos and tanktops for Juicy sweats and House of Holland T-shirts. Not that she minded all that much. What she did mind, however, was that her publicist, hired by her manager, had insisted she paint her nails to keep her from biting them. Sure, the delicate pink polish looked great against her pale skin, but she still missed nibbling off a piece of her pinky nail whenever she was thinking of something. Sometimes she would lift a finger to her mouth and prepare to bite down, but then taste the plasticy taste of polish and let it drop back to her side.

Holding a shimmery blue and white knee-length dress against her thin body, Claire glanced back at Judi for approval. Her mom had been Californiafied too, her faded tan had returned, her brown hair was streaked with copper, and she'd lost about 10 pounds from falling victim to LA's salad obsession. And even though sometimes she didn't recognize the woman she called mom anymore, she was still thankful she was there. For it was Judi who had offered to move with Claire and manage her career while Jay stayed in Westchester with Todd to finish the school year. They were thinking about moving out to be together again in June, but Claire kind of hoped they didn't. She loved her dad and brother, but she kind of liked it with just her and her mom. No annoying Todd to beg her for Abby Boyd's number so that he could finish their 'massage train' (not that she had it and not that she'd give it to him) or Jay to gawk at everything around him like some tourist. It was nice.

"I think that'd look great on you! Go try it on!" Judi smiled and gave her daughter a gentle push towards the curtain that blocked off the changing area as the salespeople murmured in agreement. Claire pushed the heavy velvet away and quickly dropped her sweats and tossed off her t-shirt, then slipped the dress over her head. It settled softly around her, the silk smooth and soft against her slightly darker legs. Adjusting her nude-colored bra strap, she began to step out, a salesperson pushed her back in, then handed her a pair of strappy silver wedges, which she carefully slipped on.

"Ready, hon?" Judi called.

"Ready!" Claire called back and stepped out into the dressing room. Everyone fell silent as they stared at her, and tears welled up in Judi's eyes. "What"

"Go look at yourself in the mirror." She pivoted on the heel of her shoes, and when she saw her reflection couldn't believe her eyes. She didn't look like Claire Lyons, Orlando Transplant and fish out of water. She looked like a movie star, like competition for Abby Boyd and Hadley Durk, two of Hollywood's hottest teen stars.

"It's an Alberto Makali, he's this real up-and-coming designer," the head saleswoman gushed as she straightened the a-line skirt. "And you look darling in it. Are you going to take it?" Claire's eyes met her mom's in the mirror, and they nodded in unison.

"Of course, and the shoes too." As Judi and the saleswoman conferred on the prices, Claire took one last look in the mirror, and smiled at herself. If only Massie could see her now.

Massie's Bedroom: The Block Estate
Wednesday May 4th, 2008
5:17 PM EST

Massie Block paced restlessly back and forth across her room, waiting for her and Claire's traditional 5:30 video chat. Ever since her bff had moved all the way across the country to become a quote unquote "movie star", Massie had been jittery and unfocused, and even more femaledoggish than usual. Even Dylan had noticed, and normally she was too busy obsessing over the pound she put on the other night to care. All of the PC was bugging her to tell them what was wrong, and Massie was forced to keep swearing on Bean that she was totally fine, but maybe catching a bug or something. But of course she knew what the real problem was, even though she wouldn't admit it.

'Cause Massie Block was jealous of Claire Lyons. Jealous that Claire, who had been a total LBR until Massie raised her from the ashes, was getting all the attention and had the talent to hold it. Because sure Massie was the alpha, but it was mostly out of fear and a tiny bit of reverence, while Claire was loved simply for being who she was. And the fact that she had won a part over her was just beyond her.

As Massie continued to muse over her inner revelations, her brand new Macbook Pro professionally decorated with purple and white Swarovski crystals began to continually beep, signifying that Claire was there and ready to chat. Checking her reflection in the mirror one last time, Massie fluffed her freshly highlighted brown bob and swiped on an extra coat of Glossip Girl White Chocolate, she grabbed her wireless mouse and clicked accept. And then Claire was there in front of her, smiling and waving as dorkily as ever.

"Hey Massie!" Claire grinned even wider and brushed some of her wavy??? pale blonde hair out of her eyes. "What's up?" Rather than saying what was really up, because no one was supposed to know when an alpha was vulnerable, Massie did a quick scan of her friend's outfit. Claire was wearing another pair of Juicy sweats in dark blue, which seemed to be her new favorite item of clothing, and a matching hoodie over a light blue shirt that read "Little Miss Sunshine". The whole effect was comfy-chic, and made the most of her blue eyes and white-blonde hair. On her lap was a thick packet of paper, obviously a script, and next to her on the couch were a few envelopes, some opened and some not.

"Fineee." Massie stretched the word out to cut down on the akward silence and turned her attention to the papers. "What're the envelopes?"

"Oh, just fan mail. A few from the girls back at OCD." Claire shrugged it off, looking totally blase like it was perfectly normal. "I was answering some in between takes."

"Fun." This time Massie let the word fall flat, and watched the semi-confidant look on Claire's face fade away into insecurity. Knowing her alpha-status had been reaffirmed, she went on with the questions. "Are you excited for the premiere?"

"Beyond! I mean, it's the first premiere I ever go to and hopefully not the last! I got this ah-mazing dress at Fred Segal yesterday! It's Blue and White and in that new ombre style everyone's doing..." Massie zoned out for a minute while Claire blabbered on.

"Sounds fun!" She made sure her tone was perky. "Can't wait to see the pics in USweekly!"

"Your pics? I know you'll look ah-mazing in them!"

"Huh?" Massie almost did a double take as her heart beat faster. Not faster in an -ohmygawd-I-have-a-major-crush way, but in the ohmygawd-am-I-hearing-things way. "What are you talking about?"

"You mean your parents didn't tell you?" Claire faked a shocked look. "You're flying out here Friday night to come with me!" Massie screamed and fanned her face with her English paper that happened to be lying nearby.

"Ohmygawd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need to find a dress, get a manicure, get tickets..."

"Don't worry, your parents have it all covered!" Suddenly a disembodied voice that Massie instantly recognized to be none other than Dakota Kyla Durk's screamed "Clairee! We're doing the chase scene in fivee!" Still laughing over Massie's freakout, Claire waved again. "I gotta go Mass, but I promise I'll talk to you and give you all the details later! Bye!" The image of Claire froze on the screen in a blur, her face lit up and her eyes sparkling. And as she looked at her friend's face, a chill went up and down Massie's spine.

Because for once, she wasn't going to be the star. Claire would be. And that simply wouldn't do.


First Class: American Airlines Flight #2780, LAX Airport, LA
Friday May 6th, 2008
10:39 AM CST

Massie waved off the plate of hot cookies the peppy redhead flight attendant offered and went back to typing notes on her iPhone. Through her purple headphones came the sounds of her brand new playlist, titled in a moment of genius "Premiere Pump Up". P!nk, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Ashlee Tisdale, Fergie, and Fall Out Boy played on a constant loop, the infectious beats making her tap one slouchy royal blue knit ugg boot on the airplane's ugly carpet. The man in the ugly brown suit next to her sneezed loudly, forcing her to scoot over to the other side of the comfy leather seat, lightly spray tanned skin almost pressed up against the window.

Sighing and wrinkling her button nose in disgust, Massie went back to tapping her iPhone's touch screen with one bright red painted finger. She was trying to think of ways to deal with the situation at hand, the situation being that Claire was going to be the center of attention not her. But rather than coming up with the perfect plot, instead she ended up typing another State of the Union, like she normally did when feeling overwhelmed.

In
Hollywood
DvF (fabulous red+aqua cross back dress for premiere)
Claire?

Out
Westchester
Chanel (vintage is so last century)
Massie?

Realizing that her list was only making her feel worse, Massie sighed again and shoved her phone into the bottom of her slouchy pink Juicy daydreamer bag. She was just as restless as before, because now aside from her old worries about Claire's shining star, now she had to stress about being outshined by Claire's star. In the public eye. And the tabloids. Not that Massie was going to go down without a fight. A fight. And that's when the idea hit her. Pulling her iPhone back up. She opened up a new note and set it to password protected, then furiously typed all the way to Cali.

When Massie got off at LAX, a uniformed man brought her her Louis Vuitton steamer trunk, then directed her to the waiting area. But as she waded through the crush of people, a pale head raced towards her and crushed her and her grey cotton jersey Joie dress in a gigantic hug. Claire!

"Massie! I've missed you!" Again, Massie was struck at how much her friend had changed in the few weeks she'd been in Hollywood. Her pale skin had darkened a few shades and contrasted nicely with her still naturall bleached blonde hair. Her blue eyes were as intense as ever, and they matched her... limited edition Juicy butterfly terrycloth dress? Of all the PC, only Dylan had been able to get one, and that had only been because Merri-Lee had pre-ordered one for her and each of her daughters months before they came out! Feeling her cheeks flush with jealousy, Massie pulled away and brushed some hair out of her face so that Claire wouldn't see.

"Missed you too! Where'd you get that dress? It's faab!" Hiding her annoyance with interest, Massie was relieved to see that she bought it. Maybe she had a chance at being an actress after all, if a professional one like Claire couldn't see past her lie.

"Oh, they sent it to me. In one of the comp boxes." Claire waved a hand as if to say 'it's not that important', and then went back to grinning madly and clutching at her best friend as they walked over to where Judi, as semi-dorky as her daighter, was waving trying to get their attention.

"Greatt." But as Massie grabbed her suitcase and moved to follow, a flashbulb exploded in her face and blinded her for a minute. Grabbing her D&G frameless sunglasses from where they had been sitting on top of her head, she pushed them onto her nose and squinted through the light. There was a swarm of pararazzo standing at the top of the escalator leading down to the parking lot, and instinctively Massie turned around, scanning the crowd for Julia Roberts or Cameron Diaz, someone who warranted such a following. But as they got closer, it was obvious who they were there for, because they were shouting her name.

"Claire!" "Over here!" "Who are you wearing!" "How's the movie?" "Lemme get a shot Claire!"

Turning to Massie and rolling her eyes, Claire mouthed You get used to it, then pasted on a smile and turned towards the camera. "I'm wearing a dress by Juicy, they sent it over. Isn't it cute?" The cameramen nodded their agreement and moved in for some closeups.

"Who's your friend?" One asked, as he elbowed a larger man out of the way for a better view.

"This is Massie Block, my best friend in the universe!" Claire pulled Massie in and threw an arm around her neck. Startled, Massie hardly had a moment to hold onto her glasses, and they fell off her nose and onto the linoleum, where someone's gigantic foot crushed them into a tangled mess of metal and tinted glass.

"Massie Block? Where have I heard that before..." The guy murmured to himself, snapping away.

"She was the reporter from 'Dial L', and the one in those pictures with Conner Foley!" Another one answered, planting a fat foot on top of her sunglasses. Face red with shame, Massie pulled away from Claire and scoweled. Now this wasn't the Hollywood welcome she wanted. Forgetting the fact that she was supposed to be "Classy Massie", Massie pushed all the paparazzo out of the way and snatched up her destroyed D&Gs and whirled around to face them on the heel of her UGGs.

"For one thing, get awff my sunglasses. And for two things, I am nawt that Massie Block. That Massie Block was created by the media to make me, my friend Alicia, and Conner Foley stupid. And for three things, are you an cheap H&M top?" When everyone stared at her blankly, Massie smiled and answered herself. "Then why are you so on last year?" Satisfied, she jumped onto the escalator and glared at the crowd that had gathered to watch all the way down, even after Claire and Judi jumped on after her and blocked her view. Now it wasn't just a situation, it was war.


Apartment #11, Hollywood Hills Apartment Complex
Friday May 6th, 2008
12:04 AM PST

"Massie! Don't get mad at me! It's not my fault the paparazzi were there!" Claire jumped out of the car and raced after her best friend, who was already stalking up the stairs to their apartment. Located on the top of a hill overlooking all of Hollywood, the aptly named Hollywood Hills was the spot for stars who were only staying in town for a little while, or who needed a place while they went househunting or got their house renovated. For the Lyonses it was option 1. They hadn't had time yet to go buy a house, what with Claire's crazy shooting schedule and insane number of interviews.

Not that HH was a bad place to stay while they waited. Their apartments were big enough to comfortably fit a family of 5, leaving plenty of extra space seeing as only Claire and Judi were living there. It had come fully decorated in calming shades of blue, green, and yellow, so all they'd had to do was plunk down their suitcases and they were ready. "Look, Kuh-laire, I'm nawt 'mad', I'm 'ah-nnoyed'. But it's over, it's done, they looked stupid in front of a crowd. End of story." Massie heaved her trunk up the last step and stood there waiting impatiently while Judi went through a heavy key ring and finally unlocked the front door. After somehow getting the oversized suitcase through the doorway, they wandered down the hallways and throughout the apartment. Claire had already taken the blue room way in the back with the balcony, it reminded her of her room back in Westchester minus the view, so she lead Massie to the green one right next to hers.

"It's a little smaller, which is why we use it as the guest room," Claire said, gnawing on her lip as she opened the door and stepped inside.

"And the storage room! Gawd Claire, what IS all of this stuff?" Massie exclaimed as she attempted to pull her steamer between the comp boxes stacked two or three high, all of them filled to the brim with clothes. Just glancing around, she could see an ah-dorable pair of black studded Jimmy Choo boots, a Velvet cropped trench (who needed one in LA?), and a Louis Vuitton black lace minidress.

"Oh, uh, just more comps. That, y'know, designers sent." She stopped moving stuff around and went to bite down on her thumbnail, before she made a face and put it down, Massie saw that her nails were freshly polished ice blue. And they were semi-long! Suddenly everything started to spin, and Massie collapsed onto the small space of green daybed Claire had cleared. Reaching into the side pocket of the steamer trunk, she pulled out a bottle of “focus” (kiwi-strawberry) vitamin water and took a few cleansing sips. Once her head and stomach settled down, she heaved a huge sigh of relief.

“Mass! Are you okay? Do you want to pick out some stuff to feel better?” Claire swept an arm around the room, indicating the comp boxes. “It’s like Westchester Mall minus the whole having to pay part!” And that’s when things began to spin again. Claire? Offering her handouts? Now that was taking it WAY too far.

“Kuh-laire, do I look like a homeless person?” Claire wrinkled her brow in confusion, wondering what she’d said that needed a dose of Massie’s classic sarcastic humor.

“Uh, no?”

“Then why do you think I need handouts?” Massie crossed her arms over her skinny chest. “Now, do you have anything to eat around here? Because all they had on the plane was fat and thunder thighs.”

“Uh, yeah, I have a mini fridge in my room with snacks, unless you want something regular to eat?”

“Snacks are fine, as long as they’re low-carb.” Claire led Massie into her room, and watched as her friend gasped at the view. One entire wall was made of glass with a sliding door leading out to a balcony, from which you could see all of Hollywood. Not to mention the famous sign on the other sign of town. Letting Massie inspect everything, she crouched down to where her baby blue sub-zero mini fridge (it had been tucked in the kitchen, but after a ton of begging Judi had let her move it into her own room) sat beneath her night table. Tugging open the door, she grabbed two LUNAbars in S’more (she’d fallen in love with them after Kyla gave her one during a read through for energy) and a Power-C vitamin water for herself. Tossing one of the bars to Massie, she sank down into her fluffy bed and brought her knees to her chest.

“So how’s the movie coming?” Massie pulled herself away from the window in time to catch the flying energy bar, then ripped it open and took a bite.

“Great actually. Dakota is really sweet, and sooo down to earth. And the cast in general is soo much better than Dial L. D’you wanna visit the set with me later today? I got this morning off to go pick you up, but that was all I could convince Pat to give me.”

“Uh, sure, that’s fine.” Massie smiled and finished up her LUNAbar. As she tossed the shiny wrapper into the garbage can, “Rockstar” by Prima J began to play from somewhere by Claire, who dug around her sheets until she found her “Dial L” special edition flip phone.

“Hulo?” She asked, flipping it open and pulling it up to her ear. “Hey Ky!” It’s Kyla Durk! she mouthed to Massie. “Lunch? At Heaven? Sure! Can I bring my friend? …No she isn’t any interviewer or anything, just a friend. She’ll be on set with us this afternoon. Kay! See you soon!” Claire hung up and then turned to Massie. “You ready for some lunch?”

“Sure, lemme just change!”

“Fine by me, I’ll change too!” While Massie went back to her room to pull together something ah-mazing, Claire stepped out of her babydoll dress and switched to a pair of faded light blue skinny jeans, white t-shirt with splatters and HOLLYWOOD written across it, and bright pink flipflops. Once Massie reappeared, they linked arms and found Judi, who was waiting to take them to the set.

“Change of plans, mom. Kyla invited us to lunch! Can we go? Pleasee?”

“Fine, I guess.” Judi said with a laugh and ushered them outside to the rental minivan. Giggling madly, they followed her, the perfect picture of best friends FOREVER.


Heaven, Back Room
Friday May 6th, 2008
1:28 PM PST

“Laire?”

“Ky!” Claire rushed towards the tiny blonde in a giant pair of sunglasses and rainbow knit hat, and was immediately enveloped in a gigantic hug. Pulling away, she examined her new friend and costar, and laughing said “You cheater! You stole that stuff from wardrobe!”

“Guilty as charged!” Kyla grinned and twirled, the flowy skirt of the white sundress swirling out in a circle around her. It was also the dress that she opened the movie in. Aside from that, she was wearing white flip-flops with rainbow ribbons tied around the straps, and a rainbow beaded necklace. Amazing how she could perfectly match her outfit to her disguise. And her sense of fashion was awesome considering how just a few years ago she’d been in all the tabloids wearing perhaps the ugliest gowns with bloomers underneath!

Realizing that Massie was attempting to look cool and confident while really looking uncomfortable, so she pulled her over and in front of Kyla. “Ky, this is my best friend from Westchester, Massie Block!” Kyla gave Massie a quick squeeze, while she mouthed to Claire Massie Block? THE Massie Block? Sighing Claire mouthed back Yeah, but do NOT say anything!!!Nodding, Kyla released Massie and beckoned them inside.

“I got us a booth in the back room, so no one will bother us,” she explained and lead them inside, where a white-clad waitress picked up three bleached parchment menus and ushered them into a secluded room in the back, with only eight booths inside. Heaven truly lived up to its name. Everything, like the waitress’s outfit, was pure and blindingly white. The walls were white, with billowy white curtains hanging up on almost invisible threads. The booths were made of white painted metal with white buttery leather cushions that Claire slid across with ease. Picking up one of the menus she studied it thoughtfully.

“So Massie how was your trip?” Kyla said politely as she flipped through the salad section.

“Great, great, except this ah-nnoying fat man in the worst suit next to me had this horrible cold and he kept sneezing and coughing on me the entire flight. Germ city!” Ky crinkled her brow, and immediately Claire knew Massie had said the wrong thing. Kyla was big on treating everyone nicely and not making fun of people for no reason. Or any reason, really. Claire had made the mistake once of joking that one of the extras was wearing a shirt a few sizes too small, and had immediately been reprimanded by her costar. It was one of those things that made her so different from every other star in Tinseltown: she actually cared.

“Massie, that’s just plain rude. So what if he’s sick? You could just ask politely if he could cough somewhere else. Yes, I’d like a chicken ceaser salad, dressing on the side, and extra croutons? Thank you,” Ky said to the waitress, who promptly wrote down her order. Claire asked for a grilled cheese on whole wheat, while Massie ordered a grilled chicken wrap. After their waitress left to place their orders in the kitchen, Kyla continued. “Why do you think you need to be rude to people? I mean, after what you did to Claire on ‘Dial L’…” Claire gasped and Massie narrowed her eyes. This time, it was Ky who’d made the mistake, and there was no way she could take it back. Even celebrities slipped up sometimes!

The tension between Kyla and Massie was palpable, and Claire knew if she had a steak knife and not the tiny butter knife the restaurant provided her she would probably be able to cut the air. Kyla bowed her head and began to pull at a thread coming off the hem of her dress, glancing up every once in awhile to see what Massie was doing, but her best friend never took her gleaming amber eyes off of the starlet’s blonde curls. Finally, after what seemed like ages of silence, the waitress returned with their lunch (on white plates of course) and all three dug in.

But just as Kyla was scooping up a few croutons, Massie spoke, her words as sharp as Jakkob’s scissors.

“Listen, ‘Ky’,” Massie made air quotes around Ky, and Claire blushed at her mocking of her nickname. “You’ve got it all wrong. The only reason I did all that was because Kuh-laire here kept blowing me off to go and be a starlet with, oh… your big sister’s number one frenemy? Abby Boyd?” Then Massie’s voice went sugary sweet as she continued. “But of course you remember that, right?” Kyla froze, her fork halfway between her plate and her mouth. Claire felt her mouth drop open, shocked. Because Massie hadn’t brought that up in ages, they’d promised that nothing as stupid as that would ever come between them again. And then using those bad memories to turn her costar against her? As Massie would say, “Ohmygawdd!”

“Shut up Massie! Kyla, do nawt listen to her!” Claire burst out, and then covered her mouth with one hand after she realized what she said. Because no one told Massie Block to shut up, especially former LBRs like her. But because she’d already started, there was no stopping her now. “And seriously, just because I forgot to call you one night you went and made a fool of me on national television? But then you got that beyond embarrassing picture of you and Connor in USweekly, so is that karma or what?” Kyla slammed down her fork.

“Ee-nuff! Do you two not realize how childish this all is? Both of you just shut it!” There was a moment of silence, then Kyla busted out laughing like she’d just said the funniest thing in the world. “I sound like my mother!” Picturing Ky’s mom, an overly-tanned-platinum-haired-monster of a stagemom, Claire couldn’t stop herself from laughing too. After another beat Massie joined in, which made Claire’s laugh-smile even bigger. Because she was so happy that they were still friends, another disaster averted.

“Come on guys, we have to be on set in ten!” Ky tossed down a $100 bill and led them outside to where her mom was waiting in the minivan, ready to take them to the Kitson Studio #7. Still giggling, Claire followed, turning back to motion her friend to come too. But then Claire saw the look in Massie’s sparkling amber eyes, and saw the way that one corner of her mouth was turned up in her classic half-smile, and knew that the war had only begun.


Fan Pictures
So here's the thing. I love the whole site modeling thing, however I don't think that it's right for this story. However, don't get your hopes down just yet! Rather than having site modeling, TBOBC (the best of both coasts) will have fan pictures! Instead of forcing all of you to apply for a certain character and then get denied (because how ah-nnoying is that? gawd!), all you need to do is take a picture of you as one of the characters and then give me a link. I will put all fan pics in my photo album so that everyone can see how ah-mazing you all are. It's an idea Massie would be proud of! In case you need a refresher, here's what each of the characters look like (new ones will be added once they appear in the story)

Massie Block
Dark brown hair, amber eyes, tan, loves designer clothes

Claire Lyons
(White) blonde hair, blue eyes, slightly tan, lives in Juicy sweats/fun tee's

Kyla Durk
(White) blonde hair, blue eyes, slightly tan, likes funky clothes

If you're submitting a pic for either Claire or Kyla, be sure to specify which is which!


Disclaimer

I am in nooo way related to or am Lisi Harrison (although the comments saying you think I am are ah-mazing, they're totally off target!). I'm just a regular girl like you who wants to be an actress or writer and loves the clique, then channeled both into this story. I hope you guys like it! Oh, and as for who I am, nice try, but you're not getting it!

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omgsh this story is addicting! sounds like it could be the next book in the clique series! lol your a really good writer i love it! keep writing we're all anxiously anticipating! :)
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