Okay, yeah, I know, I have another Clique story going on, but this idea keeps popping in my head, especially when I listen to Katy Perry's Waking Up In Vegas. Which doesn't help since I'm so obsessed with that song right now. So I decided to write it down. This will be updated, but not as much as Collide, since I will focus on that one…but don't lose hope on this one! I get inspired every time I listen to the song.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Clique series or the characters. Lisi Harrison does. I don't own any brands or places I might use. I don't own songs I might use too. In other words, I don't own anything except the plot. This disclaimer will apply to all chapters.

This is slightly AU.

.-=Please say Jessica Alba=-.

The afternoon sunlight filled the room and forced Massie Block to open her eyes. Ugh. Hangover. What happened yesterday? She thought as her eyes adjusted to the light. When she could see properly, she looked around the room, hoping one of her friends would be awake so that they could give her something. It took her a moment to realize that she wasn't in The Venetian. Another moment to realize that she wasn't alone on the bed.

Derrick Harrington was sleeping beside her. What the hell?

She looked down on her body. Oh thank god. I have clothes on.

Nothing from last night came back to her, no matter how much she tried.

Despite her hangover, she got up and grabbed her bag and left, realizing now that they were in a motel. Massie Block wouldn't be caught dead at a motel!

Figures. Derrick is an idiot.

Derrick Harrington and Massie Block don't have a great friendship. Actually, you couldn't even call it a friendship. They despised each other. Sure, they ate at the same table during lunch, but that was only because of her friends. Her friends were with his friends. Alicia with Josh and Dylan with Cam. Claire liked Plovert. Of course, Derrick came with the other boys—they were basically a package deal. Derrick, being the ass that he was, brought Olivia Ryan, his stupid girlfriend with him. None of her girl friends liked her. She was stupid and slutty. Massie suspected that none of the guys liked her too.

"How do you spell 'cough'? With a 'ph' or an 'f'?" Olivia asked.

They all just stared at her.

Thank God they broke up during the summer. Massie can't handle Olivia for another year.

Massie can't remember a time that Derrick and her actually got along. It's either they ignored each other, or threw insults at each other.

Massie didn't like Derrick. Derrick didn't like Massie.

Why the hell was I with him? I'm supposed to be in The Venetian! Not in a motel, waking up next to Derrick-freaking-Harrington.

She was in Las Vegas with her friends. And his friends.

They weren't even supposed to be here. They were supposed to be in LA. At least, that's what they told their parents. They said that they would spend the last three days of summer in Hollywood. Their parents said yes and agreed to them spending it without adult supervision. So they got on a plane to Las Vegas armed with cash, credit cards and fake ID's.

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"Massie!" she heard someone say as she walked in the suite. A mass of blonde hair and tanned skin greeted her. Kristen Gregory gave her a bone-crushing hug.

"Kristen—I—can't—breathe." Massie choked out and Kristen let go of her. "Ohmygod, Massie, where were you? We looked for you the whole night! Actually, Dylan, Alicia, Claire and the boys looked for you and Derrick all night. They told me to stay here in case you came back. What happened? Are you hurt? Did you get kidnapped? Were you with Derrick? Did you—"

"I'll tell you later. I don't know either. I don't remember anything and I have a freakin' hangover." Massie interrupted Kristen's rambling.

"Okay. I'll go call the others."

Massie collapsed on the couch and thought about what she should eat or drink to help the hangover go away.

Ten minutes later, seven teenagers burst into the room.

"Massie! Where were you?"

"Are you hurt?"

"Have you seen Derrick?"

They bombarded her with more questions like that.

"Ugh. Shut up! I have no idea where I went! I'm not hurt and yes, I was with Derrick. I don't know why. He's in this motel." She snapped.

"Motel?" Kemp Hurley, the notorious pervert, asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"That's disgusting, Kemp. Nothing happened." At least I don't think so. Oh my. Nothing happened, right?

"So why were you together?" Dylan Marvil asked, her eyes sparkling. Figures. For some strange reason, they want us to be together. I swear, my friends are going crazy.

"I have no effing idea." I answered.

"Hey, Massie, where's this motel?" Cam asked. Massie racked her brain for the name of the motel.

"Um…Napoleon. Yeah. That's the motel's name."

"I'm going to go pick him up." Cam said.

"I'll go with you." Kemp said.

"Me too." Chris Plovert said.

"I'm coming." Josh Hotz said and the boys left the girls.

"So, what happened?" Claire Lyons asked.

"Honestly? I can't remember." Massie said.

"What do you mean you can't remember?" Alicia Rivera asked.

"I can't remember. All I remember is sitting on a bar, drinking. Then Derrick comes and drinks. Then we have this drinking contest and…that's it." Massie said, pulling the purple leather glove off of her right hand. "Seriously, ask me later…" she said, now pulling the purple gloves off of her left hand. "Or ask Derrick. Maybe he remembers."

"Hey, your ring is different!" Claire said, pointing at Massie's left hand. She always wore her silver ring there, given to her by her older sister, Maxine. Massie looked down on her left ring finger. She's not wearing her sister's ring. The little ring on her finger was now gold. Not silver with the letters M.B. engraved on it. "What the hell? Whose ring is this? Oh crap. Where's Max's ring? She's going to kill me!" Massie cried, looking through her pockets.

"We found him!" Cam said bursting through the door. "We didn't even go to the motel. We saw him walking."

"Derrick!" the girls cried out, but Derrick didn't mind them. He walked to the couch and grabbed Massie's wrist, pulled her out of the couch and into the suite bedroom.

"Oooooh!" Kemp jeered.

"Let go of me!" Massie yelled. Derrick let go of her and locked the door shut. "Why the hell did you lock the door?" Massie said, narrowing her amber eyes.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" he asked urgently.

"No. Do you?"

"Well, yeah and uh…you're not going to like it." Derrick said, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. Massie caught a gleam of gold.

"What's that on your finger?" Massie asked. Derrick looked at his hand.

"Yeah. That's what I wanted to talk to you about…" he trailed off.

Massie started to put the puzzle pieces together.

Cam, Dylan, Claire, Plovert, Kristen, Kemp, Alicia, Josh and Derrick were dancing to the music. Massie was sitting at the bar, drinking. Derrick comes up and sits beside her.

"What do you want?" Massie asked.

"A drink, duh." He said, smirking. He turns to the dejected looking bartender and the bartender slams his glass on the bar.

"Whoa. Dude. What's wrong with you?" Derrick asked.

"My girlfriend and I were supposed to get married today. I even have everything ready. I have the form for the marriage license. All we had to do was fill it out, go to the bureau and get married in the Marriage Commission of Las Vegas. Then she wakes me up and tells me that she's breaking up with me because she met this rich old man in the stupid casino and she's leaving with him. I mean, what the fuck, right?"

"Dude, that's messed up."

"Yeah. It is. Look." He said before crouching down to retrieve an envelope. "Here are the forms to be filled out. The weeding rings are even there. I spent two years saving up for those rings."

Derrick took the envelope and opened it, pulling out a form and two gold rings. Massie reached for one of the rings. It was real. "It's beautiful." She said.

"You think so?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Take it."

"What? No. I can't. You spent two years saving up for it! I just can't take it! You can't just give it to a stranger."

"Seriously. Take it. I don't want to see it. Ever. Me giving it to you would symbolize the fact that I will move on and find someone better."

"Okay. Thanks." She said, looking at the ring in her palm. The bartender—his nametag says Phil—turned to Derrick. "Keep the ring. Heck, you can even keep the forms. Burn it or something."

"Cool. I'll keep the forms, but I won't keep the ring. She has the other one." He said, pointing at Massie. "And it's a wedding ring. That's just weird."

"Nah. Not really wedding rings if you're not married, right?" Phil said.

"Okay."

Phil looked at the watch on his wrist.

"Shifts over. Bye, guys." He said, stepping out of the bar.

"You'll find someone better!" Massie called out.

"How sad." Massie said.

"Yeah. Proves how much better guys are than girls."

"Shut up. Did you know that autism is sometimes described as the 'extreme male brain'?" Massie asked.

"Guys are not nerds like you."

"I'm not a nerd. I'm just smarter than you."

"Whatever. You can't beat me in a drinking contest!"

"Yes I can! I'll prove it! Now!" she said before waving her arm at the bartender who replaced Phil. He made his way to her.

"How can I help you?"

"We're going to have a drinking contest." She said, motioning herself and Derrick.

An hour later, they were both drunk and outside.

"You know what would be cool? Getting married, like Phil." Derrick laughed.

"Then go!" Massie laughed. Derrick laughed along, pulling the form out of it's envelope and calling out to a guy in the streets.

"Hey, dude, I can't write! I'm getting married! Isn't that hilarious? Fill this out." He said, handing him the form and a pen.

"Okay?" the guy said. He obviously thought it would just be better to do what the drunk guy said.

"Name?"

"Derrick James Harrington. I'm the most awesome person in the world!" he said, throwing his arms in the air.

"Who are you getting married to?"

Derrick shrugged. "A girl. Ooh! Jessica Alba!"

"Isn't Jessica Alba married already? She has a daughter, right?" Massie asked.

The guy nodded. "Is it you?"

"Yes it me! Massie Jillian Block! Isn't Jillian such a weird name? It's meeeeeeeeeee!" Massie said, spinning around, pointing to herself.

The guy wrote more stuff on the form then handed it to Derrick. He left immediately.

"What does it say?" Massie asked.

"Dunno. Can't read it! Whatever! Come with me! I'm getting married to Jessica Alba!"

"Oh, God. You don't mean…" Massie said.

Derrick reluctantly nodded.

Massie screamed and ran out of the room. She was still screaming while she grabbed her bag. Derrick followed her out, receiving confused glances from their friends.

"Massie! What happened?!" Kristen asked while the others covered their ears.

"Please say Jessica Alba. Please say Jessica Alba. Please say Jessica Alba. Please say Jessica Alba. Please say Jessica Alba…" Massie chanted as she clutched the envelope in her hands. She slowly opened it and pulled out a piece of paper.

Massie froze as she read the paper.

"Massie!" Dylan said, shaking Massie. She grabbed the paper from Massie's hands and froze while she read it.

"Massie? Dylan?" Cam said. He grabbed the paper and read it. His eyes went big as he passed it to Kemp who laughed and passed it to Chris who passed it to Josh who passed it to Alicia who passed it to Claire who passed it to Kristen and she passed it to Derrick. When it reached Derrick, he looked up and his caramel eyes met Massie's amber.

Massie was frozen in shock.

It didn't say Jessica Alba.

It said Massie Jillian Block.

It's not even just a form anymore.

It was a freakin marriage contract.

Derrick's eyes was the last thing she saw before everything went dark.

So, yeah. That was pretty retarded for me. It seems kinda impossible, but just go with it. The beauty of fiction!

Oh yeah, the "Autism is sometimes described as the 'extreme male brain'" thing is true. I didn't put it there to make fun of children with autism. I put it there because I felt like sharing it…extreme male brain…

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