Fan Fiction Friday
The Pretty Committee’s First Thanksgiving Home!
Welcome to SOTR’s first-ever Fanfiction Friday! This is your space to imagine where life has taken our favorite Westchester crew.
Remember: This is purely for fun and community enjoyment—all stories shared here are fan-created content and separate from any official works.
This Week’s Prompt: The First Thanksgiving Home from College
It’s the first Thanksgiving after the Pretty Committee has parted ways for college. They return home to Westchester for the break and get together for drinks (fake ID’s, much?) Where did they all go to school? What are their majors? Are they happy? Have they changed? How are they adjusting to college life and being apart for the first time?
Your mission (should you choose to accept it): Write a 500-word-or-less scene capturing a moment between two or more Pretty Committee members at their Thanksgiving reunion.
Guidelines for Your Scene:
Choose your POV character (Massie, Claire, Alicia, Dylan or Kristen)
Set the scene (Local Dive Bar? Cocktail Lounge? Mall? Someone’s Pool house?)
Include at least one callback to their OCD days (inside jokes, old rivalries, shared memories)
Some Inspiration to Get You Started:
Did Massie return to the USA or is she still in London?
Is Claire studying acting? Is she still with Cam?
Did Alicia’s fashion expertise take her to design school?
Has Dylan revolutionized the digital cooking space?
Did Kristen become an all-star athlete?
What happened to Bean’s Instagram empire?
How to Participate:
Share your scene in the comments below
Use the header format:
POV: [Character Name]
Location: [Where in the restaurant]
Title: [Your scene's title]Keep it chill and fun
Let your imagination sing :)
Community Guidelines:
Respect other writers’ creative choices
Leave encouraging comments on others’ work
Feel free to build on others’ ideas (with credit!)
Remember this is for entertainment only
Bonus Points If You Include:
Modern technology references
Life updates (school, love interests, new friend dynamics)
Throwback references to OCD days
Where they ended up going to school
Share yours in the comments below and don’t forget to read and respond to other writers’ work! You might just find your perfect writing partner for future Fanfiction Fridays.
Note: This is a fan community writing event. All stories shared are works of fan fiction created by community members for entertainment purposes only.
POV: Alicia Rivera
Location: The sidewalk outside The Velvet Rope, 11:23PM
Five sets of toned and too-bronzed-for-Thanksgiving legs slid out of a black Porsche Macan. Despite the buzz from the pregame’s espresso martinis, Alicia Rivera shivered nervously under the glow of the Christmas light-lined street.
“A bar full of our exes, what could go wrong?” an arm looped itself with Alicia’s, and Skye Hamilton practically jetéd toward Westchester’s most popular bar, brimming with joy.
"So much more than you think," Alicia muttered as a flash of her fake id and the clatter of her new NYU dance clique’s high heels restored her confidence at the thought of facing the Pretty Committee tonight. At least she wasn’t showing up after the first semester of college looking like a total LBR.
After a semester’s worth of Friday night FaceTime calls that ended with promises to put the PC before their new college friends, Alicia had turned down Massie’s invite to get ready together tonight. Skye had invited their college friends to come in from the city to go out with them and after four years of night-before-Thanksgivings in high school with the PC, Alicia was ready for a change, but she was the only one.
Skye was already hugging every guy in sight, and the crowd parted to let Alicia and her friends to make their way to the bar, where a group of college upperclassman had a round of martinis waiting. Perks of having a friend group where each girl was a 10/10 and minoring in dance.
Alicia downed half of her martini, grabbed another, and set off for the high-top table in the corner where the PC was holding court.
“Sorry, only got a table for four because once again, Alicia Rivera thinks she’s too cool for the Pretty Committee,” Massie Block’s murderous eyes flashed a once-over across Alicia’s black ruffled Zimmerman mini dress and Aquazzura slingbacks, “and she’s not even trying to be an alpha,” Massie’s glare reached the back of Skye’s glossy blonde head, “what a waste.”
Dylan, Kristin, and Claire stared down into their drinks.
“I know you’re all mad at me, but I’m not here for me,” Alicia’s voice came out stronger than she felt, “I’m here for my friend Luis, the guy over at the bar in the cream Loro Piana sweater.”
The girls all turned to look.
“He sent this over for you,” Alicia slid the full martini in front of Massie, “He’s in my pre-law program at NYU and I’ve been telling him to about you all semester.”
Massie did a 180 and tapped Derrick Harrington on the shoulder, flashing a mega-watt smile, “Can you find me another barstool for Alicia?”
Her into-to-negotiations class was already paying off: by giving Massie a potential college crush, maybe Alicia could have her new friends and keep her old ones too.
POV: Massie Block
The center left table
The Gilded Ivy Bar & Lounge
10:15 PM
Massive let out an exasperated sigh. This is nawt how she envisioned her grand group reunion with the pretty committee. The Gilded Ivy was Westchester’s newest bar with a trendy menu to boot and was infested with CLBR (college losers beyond repair). Currently the exclusive center table was taken with girls she vaguely remembered from OCD who currently were discussing things like cafeteria food and grades. Booo-rringgg she thought bitterly twirling her purple streak in her hair. I even wasted a perfectly good outfit too she thought as she adjusted her white Alexander Wang sweater and her Burberry jacket. She glanced at her Rolex watch. The pretty committee was late, something she never would allow back in the day. An Alpha never changes her spots.
She had to learn to climb leaps and bounds while she was in London, no poor Miss Americana for this girl. At WHATS (Westminster Hall Academy for Talented Students) she fought tooth and nail to prove her elite status. She even found her long term boyfriend, Grant (who was basically British royalty bloodline like three times removed but who’s counting)? Now she was studying international business with hopes of landing her dream internship with Glossip Girl.
She thought tenderly of her simple times at her mansion and her friday night sleepovers. Things were easier then. Life revolved around crushes, sporting new outfits, and racking up gossip points. Now the girls had their own lives, struggles, and headaches. Alicia was an aspiring designer hoping to make her big break at this year’s NY fashion week, Dylan was a Tik Tok influencer trying multiple restaurants weekly giving them either a Fluke or Toot on her personal rating scale, Kristen was a D1 athlete at Princeton riding the waves of a soccer scholarship, and Claire…well she was another piece of the puzzle. Claire had opted to walk away from a major movie role working with director Rupert Mann which promised to be a “box office bang-a! The role of a lifetime” to walk the Pacific Coast Trail with Cam of all people. Massie silently crinkled her nose but stopped herself. Hiking on a trail with a heavy backpack and living out a Twilight fantasy with no Robert Pattinson…no thank you! She could only hope that Claire would want to make up for lost time with a trip to the spa to effectively cleanse herself of all the dirt and sweat. She looked towards the door and…finally. Her girls, her GLU, her pretty committee…but wait. Something was up. Alicia was fanning herself and hopping with excitement. Kristen and Dylan were squealing and dancing around. And Claire was blushing and examining her left hand. OH. MY.GAWD.