Mom

**Im writing this at my grannie house while my cuz jabbering on about what happened on Maury**

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Zoey screamed as she saw her mom being hit by a bus. This happened during the summer of her third semester at PCA. what she saw made her glued to the spot. Dustin took the cellphone from Zoeys side pouch and called the police.

_ FLASH BACK_

Zoey was coming back from McDonald, with dustin. after getting her mom and them food to eat.her mom was suppose to be sitting inside the car waiting for zoey dustin and their dad. zoey saw her mom walking toward them to meet them at the cross walk. appearently Zoeys mom **(lets call her liz) L**iz didnt see the car speeding towards her. dustin screamed out, "MOM!" but zoey was to choked up and scared to say anything. she was able to whisper "mom" to her but she didnt think that liz would hear. as the car made she screeching noise zoey shut her eyes letting dustin run to mom before the car hit. BAM zoey opened her eyes to see her mom splatered all across the street. "no," she whispered. she refused to move when the driver stepped out of the car and walked over to dustin not seeing her.she didnt move when her dad came running over. she didnt move at all. not when the police came, the fire department, and the ambulance. she still refused to move. he dad had to ask for a figherfighter to lift her into the car.

ZOEY POV

my dad had asked me what was wrong. was he serious? "WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT IS WRONG ??!?!? OUR MOM JUST DIED. S-S-SHE JUST DIED...AND YOU DONT EVEN CARE!!!!" i yelled at him. he saw the sadness in my eyes and i saw the sadness in his.

"i do care" he said and turned aroud continueing to drive. dustin was patting my hand while i just hung my head and cried. it was the longest ride ive ever riden. the funeral was on a saturday. i couldnt bear to watch so i took a bus home.

As soon as we got home i locked myself in my room while i cried my eyes out. about an hour later dustin came up and told me dinner was ready. i didnt answer the door or call out to him. he tried to open the door but i wouldnt let him. i had locked it. i knew this was silly but i wanted my mom back. i stayed in my room 3 days straight with out having any food. i wanted someone besides my family to help me go through this. my family says they know what its like to lose someone special but they dont! i was closer to my mom than anyone else in my family. i needed someone who has dealt with losing a parent before. i scaned my list of friends in my mind to see who lost a parent. i got nada. i looked at all of my yearbooks to see if i could remember.

suddenly i heard my door crash to the ground. like any other girl i screamed. my dad rushed over to me and gave me a hug. i pushed him away from me and pointed to the door. he put food on my bed but i knocked it over.

"what has gotten into you?" he asked i looked at the yearbooks that were scattered on the floor. i looked at my PCA one. i knew who i wanted to talk to about losing a parent. "what do you want, zoey?" i said one word. technaclly a word but who cares? i said "Chase." my voice was rough since i haddent eatten or drank anything all week.

"what? chase? whats that?"

"not what, who."

we turned to see dustin tear stained in the doorway.

"she wants her best friend chase, from PCA. his number is in her cellphone on her dresser." he stated matter-of-factly then he walked away. i alllowed my dad to take the cellphone and walk out the door. he shut the door and walked to the living room phoning chase.

No Ones POV (Thigns to know: Italics Mr Brooke's Underline: Chase

_hello, chase matthews?_

yes hello, is this zoey?

_no this is her father,_

oh hello mr brooks

_hello chase, i was wondering if you could do me a favor..._

"hey zoey could you open your door? you have someone here to see you!" i heard my dad shout fron the other side of the door. i wrote on a piece of paper and slid it under the door.'_no_'. "sorry chase but she isnt letting anyone in. sorry for dragging you all the way over here." my dad was just pulling my leg. chase was in honolulu not thinking about me. but then i heard antoher voice.

"it's ok i been what shes going through. bye mr brooks. bye zoey." i opened my door to see my dad and...a tape recorder.

"I HATE YOU!" i screeched. i ran back into my room and started crying into my pillow. i heard a window open and felt more weight on my bed. then i felt somebody stroking my hair.

"there there," the person said. that wasnt my dad or dustins voice. i looked up into the eyes of chase.

"chase..." i spoke quietly. then i just hugged him knowing that hes been through what i have. the loss of a mother. he hugged me till i fell asleep still crying. he placed me in the bed and a guess went to the guest room.

i woke up at around...i dunno...12:30 and went to get something to eat. i made myself somepancakes and waffles and turkey bacom with egge. boy was i hungry. i heard som efoot steps coming to the kitchen. "who? there. i have a bunch of knifes in here and io'm not afraid to use them!"

"please dont kill me?" i looked to see chase with his hands up. "so are you fianally eatting?"

"yup and i'm starved!"

"so do you have any grapes?"

"in the fridge. hey chase?" he turned to look at me. "how come the day after y-y-your m-m-mon died...how were you able to stay cheery. w-w-with her being dead.

"oh...well i knew she wouldnt want me to ruin my life over her dying." he said with a half smile on.

"yeah," i agreed "my mom probably thinks i'm a brat now.every body thinks so."

"well i dont." he told me.

" i think i might of acted that way too...if my dad didnt talk to me after the funeral."

"yeah...thankz for that chase, you're the best."

"thank you." he siad.and then added," i know i am!" we laughed. self-consciencely i was making my way over to him. i realized it when i was standing infront of him. i enveloped him in a hug. be fore i pulled away from the hug i kissed him.

i know knew that i wouldnt be so sad about my mom...if chase was there

FIN

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**it took me 3 days in total to write this.**

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****My uncle is soooooooooooooo mean. I was meant to post this during the 2nd day of winter break but my uncle acted all protective over his stuff. I mean after he figured out that my cuz and i were on his PC and TV he: unplugged the keyboard so we couldn't type, did something to the hole so we couldn't plug it in, and taped up the power switch! OMG!!!!!!!**

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Mom by Munch-a-Bunch


1. Chapter 1

**Author's Note:** _Okay, so this is only a two-shot. And was inspired by the author Tate Icasa._

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**At age 5:**_

At age 5, Logan Reese was just as a lady's man as ever. He had already been kissed, more times then he could count on both hands, and had a girlfriend in his kindergarden class. He was just a happy, go-lucky little boy, with a big heart, and an even bigger head.

Right now, Logan Reese was on vacation with his father in the Bahamas. He had already been there 4 times since he was 3, but it was still just as fun for a 5 year old, no matter how many times he went.

Leaving his father, who was talking to a lady in a pink bikini, he wandered down the beach, hoping to find something more fun then staring at women's breasts. (Even though, to him, it wasn't all that bad.)

Walking down the edge of the water, hands stuffed in his pockets, he drew in a sharp breathe. He had stepped on a very sharp, and long, piece of sea glass, and it had gone into the sole of his foot. Letting out a load scream, he fell to the ground, clutching his heel. Forcing himself not to cry, because crying was for girls, as his father would put it, he tried to pull it out, but to no avail. He screamed again, and started to cry. No matter what his father had told him, it was too painfull not to cry.

He tried to call out for help, but he was too far away from the crowd of people to hear him. He was wimpering on the ground, rubbing ferociously at his eyes. He wanted to punish himself for crying, but he couldn't help it.

He saw a blurry figure running towards him, yelling for her mother to come with her. He wanted to stop crying, he wanted to stop showing he was as vulnerable has he must of looked at that moment.

"Oh my goodness! Boy! Are you okay! You're crying! What happened?! Oh my gosh, what happened to your foot?! Mommy! Mommy, come here! Hurry!" The little girl with the curly hair was yelling, very loudly, and Logan had to cover his ears. She hurriedly knelt down by his side, and gave him a big hug. "Don't worry boy. You'll be okay." The little girl gently whispered in his ear, slightly stroking his back. Logan's eyes were tightly closed, and hugged the random girl right back. The mother finally got over, and fell into the sand by her daughter.

"Okay, lemme see. Oh, you poor dear! You must be in so much pain! Hurry, come with me." Logan grabbed onto the lady's shoulder's, and she lifted him up. The lady and the girl were running down the vacated end of the beach, and back to the crowded area.

In no time, they were down by the lifeguard stand, and Logan could not see his father anywhere. But it didn't matter, he wanted to get the glass out of his foot. They went straight into the little hut, and the lifeguard quickly pulled out the first aid kit.

He pulled the glass out, and Logan screamed. The lifeguard sanitized his foot, and wrapped it up with a bandage. He took the lady out to ask her some questions about what happened.

The girl and Logan sat in the little hut alone, and in silence.
After about 4 minutes waiting for her mother to come back, the little girl finally broke the silence.

"So boy... what's your name anyways?" The little girl was asking, her eyes adverted to the ground.
"Logan. Logan Reese. Whaddabout you?"

"Dayyyyyyyynaaaa Cruz, that's whoooo." Dana Cruz said jumping to her feet, sending Logan back farther in his chair a little more. He didn't understand why this girl was so, uh, perky all the sudden. But oh well. He liked this girl.

"Hey Dana, do you wanna color?" He asked gesturing to the colored pencil box on the sidecounter.
"Sure Loo-gan!" She said happily with a goofy grin on her face. "Let's make friendship drawings! And promise we'll always keep 'em with us forever and ever!" Logan eyed her a little wearily, but agreed.

"Where's tha paper?" Dana asked, looking around the little hut.
"Um, right here." Logan said, looking at some paper with type on it. "Here," He said extending an arm to her, "We'll use this."

So 5 year old Logan Reese, and 5 year old Dana Cruz, sat and colored friendship drawings to eachother, later to be traded, and both of them on their separate cruises back to Florida; Logan back to California, and Dana back to New York.

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**Author's Note:** _Okay, so, that was Chapter One out of two. The second one will take place in present day, and that will be the LAST chapter.
And no, no sequals. :-)_

	2. Chapter 2

**Author's Note:** _Coool, thanks for the reviews. So, uh, here's the final chapter of the two-shot. :-)

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**At age 15.**

Dana Cruz was laying on her mattress, wasting the day away. And for what? Absolutly nothing. Zoey and Nicole both went out without her, something about not wanting to deal with any "attitude" today. Whatever that means. Dana really didn't have anyother friends, _per se_. Sure, she got along with a couple other people, but none she could actually call her true friend.

She rolled over. Well, maybe today won't be so bad. She could catch up on her homework. Wait no, Dana Cruz doing homework? That was out. She could sleep. But wait, what had she already been doing since midnight last night, yeah, sleeping. She was tired of sleeping.

She rolled over again. The door swung open, and 2 flustered girl wobbled in, the brunette one covering her left eye, and the blonde one at her side guiding her through the room.

"Dana! Zoey poked me in the eye!" Nicole babbled to Dana, her hand still hovering over her eye. "And she did it on purpose, and she know's it too! Isn't that right _Zo_?"

"No! It was an accident. Okay, listen Dana. I just got a little excited over the puppy, and I tried to get Nicole's attention, you see? So we turned to eachother at the same time while I was trying to grab her arm, and..."

"Wait, so in an attempt to grab an _arm,_ you grabbed her _eye_?" Dana quiried.

"I didn't grab it! Gross, no. I barely even touched it, Nicole is just being over dramatic is all! You know how she is. Well anyway, Nicole falls to the ground, crying her eye's out saying how I didn't want her to see the puppy, and I needed to blind her of the "perfect sight" of a dog. I mean **c'mon**! If I didn't want her to see the God forsaken dog, then I wouldn't have told her about it!"

Zoey huffed in annoyance. She always got blamed for everything.

"Still Zo! It's all red at puffy, and I can't go walking around like _this_!" Nicole said motioning to her unavailable hand. "It's like I'll need an eye patch or something!"

"Hey, I have one of those!" Dana said laughing. "Zo, get it, it's in a box under my bed. I was going to be a pirate this year for Halloween, and I put it there so I wouldn't lose it."

Zoey got on the floor next to Dana's bed, and searched for the box. "Goodness Dana! Don't you ever clean under here?" Zoey was almost half way under the bed when she found it. Dana grabbed her feet, which were the only part showing, and yanked her out, seeing as she wasn't going to get out from under there by herself.

Zoey sat on Dana's bed, and rummaged through the box. "You have so much crap in here." Zoey mumbled looking for the eye patch. She hit the bottom of the box and saw a picture.

"Aww! Dana! Did you draw this?" Zoey asked excitedly, gesturing to the picture.

"No! A... a boy drew it for me. I was like 5, okay? Geez. And to be fair, I gave him one too." Dana said crossing her arms.

"Well, that is the cutest thing I have ever seen. Aw, his name was Logan? How ironic." Zoey said reading the name at the bottom of the paper.

"It was not _Logan,_ Zo. His name was like Zack, or Phillip or something like that." Zoey showed the name to her. "Whatever, Logan's a common name."

"Yeah, common like pretty girl's wearing eye patches..." Nicole mumbled picking up the patch and slinging over her eye. "How's it look?"

Zoey and Dana exchanged glances. Then they laughed.

"Well, I'm going to go show Logan the picture. With any luck, he'll have one just like it!"

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"Logan!" Zoey yelled thrusting the door open without permission. Chase had always let her.

"Whaaaa-t." Logan bellowed, rolling out of his single bed; he was sleeping.
"Have you ever seen this before?" Zoey asked holding up the picture.

"No." Logan said turning back over. "Oh c'mon Logan, you must have seen it someplace before. Just look at it again."

Logan reluctantly rolled back over, looking at the picture better. "Well, maybe. It looks kinda sorta familiar. Wait. did I draw that?"

"Well, maybe. That's what I'm asking you. The picture itself was cruddy. The whole left side of the picture was zigzagged cut, and it was crumpled. The picture was of a boy, extending his arm outwards of the paper, into the zigzegged area.

Logan looked at the paper, and then grabbed his foot. He turned it over, and fingered the area with the scar from when he was little.

"What happened?" Asked Zoey.

"I was vacationing with my dad, and I stepped on a piece of glass. This girl came over and helped me. Her mom took me to the life guard and he got it out, and me and the girl talked for a while. I remember we drew picture, but that can't be it. I mean, that was so long ago. And I don't know anyone by the name of Diana Crouzy anyway. So I just wasted my sleeping time telling you that story, and now I'm going back to bed." Logan pulled the covers back over his head.

"Diana Crouzy?" Zoey asked. "You mean _Dana Cruz?_" Logan's heart caught in his throat. _Dayyyynaaaaaaa Cruz! That's who!_

"Oh god... Shit! Shit..." Logan mumbled incoherently, getting out of bed. "I... I have... it in a... uh scrapbook...?" Zoey laughed. "Shut up."

Logan took the book out of his closet, and flipped to the page. The right side was cut off in a zigzagged line, and there was a girl, with her hand going outside the area.

Zoey took both of the pictures, and put them together. "Wow, Dana Cruz and Logan Reese holding hands!"

"Yeah... wow is right..."

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Once Upon a Time by dallascity


1. Zoey is coming back

Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101

A/N: This is my first Zoey 101 FanFic, I hope you like it.

It's been two days since Zoey heard Chase tell Logan and Michael that he was in love with her. Zoey has been struggling to decide if she should return to PCA. Meanwhile back at PCA, Quinn and Lola keep trying to get rid of Stacy. Chase stayed in his room, and missed class, Michael collected Chase's work for him, while Logan was still trying to hit on almost every girl that he walked passed in the hall.

"Mom, I need to talk to you and Dad," said Zoey, over the phone.

"Ok, we'll come to the school after you finish your classes today," said Mrs. Brooks.

"That's what I want to talk to you guys about," said Zoey.

"What is it," asked Mrs. Brooks?

"Please just come over now," said Zoey.

"Ok, Honey, we'll be there soon," said Mrs. Brooks.

"Thanks," said Zoey, as she hung up.

About a hour later, Zoey's parents arrive at the school.

"So, what was so important that it couldn't wait," asked Mr. Brooks?

"Well, I have decided that I want to go back to PCA," said Zoey.

"I know that it is probably hard for you, not knowing anyone can be hard, but just give it some time," said Mr. Brooks.

"Dad, it's not that," said Zoey, "It's Chase."

"A boy," said Mr. Brooks, "That's why you want to give all this up?"

"Dad, Chase is in love with me, and I think that, well, maybe I'm in love with him, too," said Zoey.

"Sweetheart, I want to tell you that, we are glad that you came with us, but we are also proud of you for following your heart," said Mrs. Brooks.

"I got your ticket as a open ended round trip ticket, because I could tell that choosing to come was hard, and we figured that one day you would want to go back, but I didn't think it would be so soon," said Mr. Brooks, as he pulled out a ticket from his jacket pocket, "We'll have you on the next flight, once you're packed."

Zoey runs back to her room and starts packing all of her things, while her parents went to the office to have her paper work sent back to PCA, and by noon England time, Zoey was on a plane back to California. Now, Zoey just had to decide if she was going to tell anyone she was coming back.

A/N: How will everyone react to Zoey's Return? Will Chase and Zoey finally be together? This will be a three shot, but if the reviews are good I might write another, so please review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

	2. Calling Zoey and driving Stacy crazy

Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101

A/N: This is my first Zoey 101 FanFic, I hope you like it.

At PCA, Lola and Quinn went to talk to Coco about Stacy making herself their roommate.

"Well the way I see it, if you want to get Stacy off of your room, then you need to get Zoey to move back in," said Coco.

"But Zoey is in London," said Quinn.

"Well, you got always drive her crazy to the point that she wants to move out," said Coco.

"She has us at that point," said Lola.

"Well, you could move into the lobby, but you won't get much sleep," said Coco.

"I think we need to try to talk Zoey into coming back," said Quinn.

"You go ahead, I'm going to work on driving her crazy," said Lola.

"How are you going to do that," asked Quinn?

Lola reached into her pierce and pulled out a short white wig and put it on.

"Say hello to a friend of mine, Luna," said Lola.

"How will that help," asked Quinn?

"Ask Zoey when you talk to her," said Lola, "I pulled in on her and Nicole when I first moved in."

"I remember that," said Quinn, "You really freaked them out."

"Right," said Lola, "And now it's Stacy's turn to freak out."

Lola headed back to their room as Quinn went to the court yard to try to call Zoey, but every time she dialed Zoey's number she got a message saying that it has been disconnected. Quinn then decided to try Zoey's old number.

"Hello," said Zoey, as she answered the phone.

"Zoey, it's Quinn," said Quinn.

"What's up, Quinn," asked Zoey?

"Well since you have been gone Stacy forced her way into the room, and Chase has been missing all of his classes," said Quinn.

"Really, well at lest you don't have to stare at a empty bed," said Zoey.

"Zoey," yelled Quinn, "She got mad at Lola for using a Q-tip."

"She got mad," said Zoey.

"Yeah, that and she wakes up in the middle of the night and sings some tea song, and she is really bad at it," said Quinn, "And Coco says the only way to get rid of her is for you to move back in."

"But I'm in London," said Zoey, she decided that she wasn't going to tell that she was coming back.

"I know Zoey, that's why Lola is going to try something else," said Quinn.

"What," asked Zoey?

"Remember when you first met Lola," asked Quinn?

"She is really doing that again," asked Zoey?

"Yeah," said Quinn.

"Stacy is going to freak out," said Zoey.

"I do believe that is the plan," said Quinn.

"Ok, well let me know how that works out, but tell Chase to expect a call from me around ten in the morning your time," said Zoey.

"What for," asked Quinn?

"Because, I would like to talk to him, and you said Chase wasn't going to class, so he would be by himself," said Zoey.

"Alright, I'll call him in a few," said Quinn.

"Thanks," said Zoey, as she hung up.

Quinn called Chase to tell him about Zoey calling in the morning. Meanwhile Zoey decided to get some sleep because she know she wouldn't once she's back a PCA.

A/N: How will Chase react to Zoey returning? How will everyone react to Zoey's return? Everyone Please Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

	3. Welcome Back Zoey

Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101

A/N: This is my first Zoey 101 FanFic, I hope you like it.

At the airport, Zoey grabs her bags, then heads outside to flag down a cab.

"Where to Miss," asked the Driver?

"Pacific Coast Academy, please," said Zoey.

"Right," said the driver.

At PCA Chase was just walking up, one hour before his call from Zoey, he went down the hall to get washed up, thinking that he would talk to her over the webcam. Michael, Logan, and Quinn were in Science, as Lola spent the day following Stacy, driving her crazy with the whole weird girl routing. Once at the school, Zoey stopped by the dorm room, Stacy had left the door unlocked because Lola and Quinn refused to give her a key. She wanted to put her stuff in a safe spot, then she made her way to Chase's room, where he was sitting on the couch waiting for Zoey's call. Once she was right down the hall, she pulled out her cell phone and called Chase.

"Zoey," asked Chase as he answered his phone.

"Yes, Chase, it's me," said Zoey.

"I thought that you were going to use the webcam to call," said Chase.

"Yeah, but, then I realized that I couldn't do what I want to, if I used the webcam," said Zoey.

"You can do more on the webcam, then if we are on the phone," said Chase.

"Well, I was kind of hoping we could talk without the phone between us," said Zoey.

"Well the webcam would do that," said Chase.

"Yeah, I was hoping for use to talk some other way," said Zoey.

"What are you talking about," asked Chase, as Zoey hung up on him.

Chase dialed Zoey's number, and as it started to call he hear Zoey's ring tone outside his door. Chase goes to the door and opens it to see Zoey standing there in the hallway, and he almost faints.

"What are you doing here," asked Chase?

"Well, I wanted to talk to you in person," said Zoey, "Is that so wrong?"

"No, it's just that, well you moved to London, and well I didn't think that we would ever...," chase stumbled to say.

Zoey put a hand on his shoulder and kissed him.

"Did you just kiss me," asked Chase?

"Well, I figured that it would be alright, after all, I have been gone for over a week," said Zoey.

"Why a kiss," asked Chase?

"Because I love you," said Zoey.

"You what," asked Chase?

"I love you," said Zoey.

"I have to be dreaming," said Chase.

"Nope, I'm really here," said Zoey, "I came back to see if we had a chance to be together."

"Zoey, I love you too," said Chase.

"So, I take it that I was right to think that we could date," asked Zoey?

"Anything you want Zoey," said Chase, "So, who all knows you're back?"

"Just you," said Zoey.

"Well we have a few hours before everyone gets out of classes so, what should we do," asked Chase?

"Well we could kiss some more," said Zoey, as she kissed Chase again.

After classes were over for the day, Michael and Logan made their room, when they opened the door they couldn't believe what they saw, a trail of clothing leading to Chase's bed where Chase and Zoey were cuddled up together asleep.

"Oh, my," yelled Logan, waking up them up.

"Zoey," asked Michael?

"Hi," said Zoey, shyly.

"Did you two really," asked Logan?

"Can you give us a few, please," asked Chase?

"Sure," said Michael, as he pulls Logan away from the door.

While Chase and Zoey got dressed, Lola and Quinn came down the hall.

"What are you girl's doing here," asked Michael?

"We wanted to see how Chase was doing, since Zoey was supposed to call earlier," said Quinn.

"And to tell you guys that I freaked Stacy out so much that she moved out, but now someone has already started to move in," said Lola.

"We haven't even meet this new girl yet," said Quinn.

"I think we have," said Michael.

"Who," asked Lola?

"She's in there with Chase," said Logan.

"With Chase," asked Lola?

Chase opens the door to let them know it was alright to come back in. Quinn and Lola entered first, they wanted to see who Michael and Logan thought was their new roommate, they couldn't believe it when they saw Zoey sitting on Chase's bed.

"Hi, guys," said Zoey.

"Zoey," yelled Lola and Quinn!

"I can't believe that your back," said Quinn.

"Well, when I heard Michael and Logan talking to the other day, I realized that this is where I belong," said Zoey.

"You heard us," said Michael surprised.

"Yeah, you really need to learn to control that thing," said Zoey.

"So, you're back for good," asked Quinn?

"Yep, I don't think I'll ever leave again," said Zoey as she stared at Chase.

"That's good," said Lola.

That night while Chase and Zoey were out at the movies, Lola and Quinn were setting up a party for to welcome Zoey back with some help from Michael and Logan.

"So, Chase and Zoey were really in bed together," asked Lola?

"Yeah, their clothes were all over the floor," said Logan.

"So, they spent the afternoon..." asked Lola?

"I can't believe that Zoey would do that," said Quinn.

"Well, they did," said Logan.

After the movie was over Chase and Zoey made their way back to the lounge.

"Welcome Back Zoey," Yelled everyone, as confetti fell all over the place.

A/N: Well that's the end of this story, but there might be a squeal if the reviews are good enough, so please everyone review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Welcome back Zoey by Retroforce Studios


Nothing

She looked silently over at him, her heart breaking

She looked silently over at him, her heart breaking. A girl was over there, flirting outrageously with him. She couldn't see him. He couldn't see her. And that was how the ending would go.

She got up from the blue plastic stool and walked slowly past him, examining her chewed nails as if they were a textbook. She felt a prickle along her left cheek, and she knew that he was staring at her.

It wasn't going to be all happy at the end. He was moving to Nebraska, after all. And there she would be. There she would be, stuck at here, with a broken heart. How bitterly fitting, this seemed to be.

She walked slowly into the darkened gym and sat on the floor, staring at all the darkness surrounding her. Just when she realized something, it had to be swept away. She got up on her knees and scooted over to the doorway, peering at the neglected looking bush of brown hair. He wasn't smiling, his leg jittery. As if he was waiting for something...to happen.

Tears seemed to stream down her face, and finally she just let go of what she had been trying to hold.

_I'll hold on._

_Tell me you won't let go. _

She reached into her jean pocket and with some difficulty, pulled out the crumpled sheet of notebook paper she kept, all these years.

He had such boyish handwriting back then. She traced around the three words, holding so much meaning to her now. She let out a strangled sob, and ripped up the paper, watching the shreds float gently around her.

This wasn't going to happen. He didn't love her now.

Her blonde hair was tangled around her fist as she sobbed. The few people in there turned to stare at her, and then turned back. She was nothing, now.

She should have taken a chance with him. She should have been with him, making her story a happy ending.

Now...she was nothing.

**I'm sorry. I know this is kinda random, but I had an idea that I had to write. I know it's really short. I was just an oneshot, anyways. Just to let you know, the girl was Zoey, if you people didn't know that (HOW COULD YOU NOT? spasm) and she was pining after Chase. Just take whatever comes to you. And don't end up like me, a band dork. **

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Nothing by SmilingDaisy


When You Talk to Me

When You Talk to Me

When you talk to me, I feel my heart skip a beat.

When you look at me I feel myself go crazy.

When you touch me, I feel an electric spark.

When you hug me, everything else goes dark.

I can't see anyone else but you,

And everything else is fine.

Because when you talk to me, my dear,

You make me love you.

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When You Talk to Me by dancingal0neandreadytog0


Four Times

**Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101**

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Four Times

Four times. It took him four times to realize he loved her. It took him four times to tell her.

He realized he loved her when she was helping him study. She was going on about something he didn't care about when it clicked. He realized she was the first girl he really cared about. He would do anything for her. _Anything._ Before he had a chance to tell her, she jumped up saying her roommates and her were going to see a movie.

The second time he tried, they were in their hiding place. He stopped kissing and said he had something to tell her. She said okay but later, that she had to help her roommate study.

The third time, they had just agreed to take other people to the prom. He wasn't happy about so he decided to tell her before prom. Before he could, his roommate walked in wanting him to play basketball. He went but he wasn't happy about that either.

The fourth time, he told her.

They were at prom, with their dates, when his date tried to kiss him.

"I don't want to kiss _you_," He cried

"Why not? My lips are moist," His date asked.

"Because I love Quinn!" He yelled. He saw her sit there shocked.

"_You_ love Quinn?" some random guy asked.

"That's right," He said. He turned towards her. She stood up still shocked. "I LOVE QUINN PENSKY!"

"AND I LOVE LOGAN REESE!" She yelled back to him. Everyone gasped.

"_You_ used _me_," Her date said and ran off.

He put on a goofy grin then ran they towards each other like in the movies. They caught each other and he captured her lips with his. After what seemed like ages, they pulled apart in need of oxygen. He still had on his goofy grin while her eyes sparkled with joy.

"So I'm guessing that was what you needed to tell me," She said. He nodded and pulled her closer. "How long have you been wanting to tell me?"

"Awhile. It took me four times," He answered.

He still could not believe that he, Logan Reese, had fallen in love with her, Quinn Pensky. And it only took him four times.

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**A/N: This is my first fanfic. Be nice, please. R&R Thanks.**

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Four Times by SouthernB3lle


Oxygen

**Warning:** Sexual situations (nothing too big) and angst.

My first attempt at any type of angst, it's a one-shot.

_Don't skip read, or you won't understand the ending._

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**Oxygen**

From the first day she met him, she forever wondered why she needed him like oxygen. Perhaps instead of oxygen, it was a drug. You yearn for drugs, but you need oxygen to survive. In that case, she needed him like oxygen. You breath everyday, and it's apart of life. You unconsciously breathe, and when you sleep what do you do?

Breathe.

His dark eyes switched from the spiraling staircase which seemed to go on into eternity to the women he had known so long before him. She was standing, defenseless in an awkward position. He doesn't understand the natural human need. His eyes scanned over the vulnerable brunette who was currently eyeing the ground, thumbs fiddling slowly together. Her eyes seemed heavy, and she had no wish to lift them, but knew she had to look him in his eyes. Quietly she shifted her weight to the other foot, trying to become more comfortable in this darkened dungeon-like room. The wooden floor made a small creek, but in the silence of this room it seemed like a nuclear bomb had exploded.

Dragging her amber eyes up slowly, captivated by his darkened clothing; their eyes met. It wasn't one of those moments where it matters to write a book on it, but it was important because it was the first time all evening they had held any sort of eye contact. The only thing she longed to do, was run into his arms and breathe him in.

Other then the creaking of the wooden floor which they had both become accustomed to, the only other noise was the light breaths both figures took while still maintaining their gaze. Neither had wanted to break it, but it had become too intense for the grown woman, and she didn't want to be analyzed. Her eyes would give herself away, and at this moment of everything, she couldn't afford to do that.

Her thumbs went back to fiddling with each other as hardly noticeable breezes of cooler air came by. It couldn't be any less than a couple degrees of the room temperature but in these moments of deep silence, it seems like so much more. She didn't want to make any sudden movements, in fear he would question her. Her eyes simply shifted, looking at her sides, but could barely see anything besides the shadowy figure at least ten feet away from her. It wasn't too dark because she could see his eyes, and a few of his features. His soft hand was resting on the spiral staircase railing, while she was just standing there.

After all, she had followed him here, but she needed more time to think. More time to answer his incoming interrogation. She knew she had been doomed when seeing the look on his face when showing up at the church. At first he hadn't recognized her; but soon realized exactly who she was. He naturally had a right to be curious but it wasn't in her best interest that he was. She tried to gather all her thoughts, and practice in her mind how to answer any questions before he spoke. Which she knew was coming eventually.

"Why are you here?" He demanded to know. The woman sighed before responding. She did indeed expect this question above all other things. That didn't mean she had a prepared answer though. She stumbled in her mind over words to use, or how to use them. It's been years, and first impressions are important. Clearing her voice quietly so he wouldn't hear or suspect anything, rubbing her all-black dress with her palms before they became too sweaty, she spoke.

"I heard about what happened," The woman said calmly, but nothing in the man's face changed, or showed any gratification. He hadn't moved, and she guessed she shouldn't either.

"I'm asking why you are at my home, not why you showed up earlier today," the man stated, and unclearly demanding an explanation. She wasn't sure how to satisfy him, so she took a few more moments to regain her thoughts in order. Legs were beginning to slightly shake from being so still, for too long, being too afraid to make any more movements.

"I followed you," She affirmed meeting his gaze again which had still been looking her in the eyes. The pools of brown got her so entangled in the midst of memory; she almost didn't catch the sudden assertiveness in his voice when he spoke louder next.

"No shit!" He firmly said, not at the yelling point yet. Even though it was only a little above our quiet whispers, it still shocked her to see him in this explosive matter. "I asked why," he added, in the same aggressive voice. At this moment, she realized that in the long run, she only wanted to help.

"I'm not really sure," the only reason this women answered this way was because of two facts. One being she couldn't think of any reasons to answer, because honestly she didn't even know herself why she had followed him to his house. And two, the look in his eyes showed much of an impatient look, demanding an answer. She felt helpless, and frankly; that was the only way to describe it.

"That's not a valid answer," the man declared, and she did acknowledge that. She knew that 'I don't know' or 'I'm not sure' are always invalid answers. Neither she, nor him had any ideas on what to say next, so they were back at square one, the staring, which she always backed out on. If he would look at her, he would see that she wasn't here because she simply heard about it, and pitied a friend. She truly did care. She needed him like oxygen.

"I wanted to see how you were," the woman finally said after a few moments of watching each other. Her eyes darted back to his, trying to read him. There was one lamp lit in this entire room. There were no windows, and the stone walls made everything more depressing. She had no idea what else she could possibly do.

"I'm just peachy," the man drawled, but making sure she realized the entire sarcasm of the comment. "How do you think I am?" He asked again, quite perturbed. She didn't comment, but only wanted him to say something else; switching the subject. As far as she could tell, that wasn't going to happen any time soon. It was more of a rhetorical question, therefore she didn't answer. She kept looking into his hard eyes. There must have been a look of defeat and sure pity on her face because the man softened his eyes and switched the subject.

"So you flew here to California all the way from New York, eh?" He asked, lightening the mood, but the women looked right past it. There was an empty, sorrowful look in his eyes. He looked exhausted.

"Yes," She simply answered. It really was all the way from New York. She was reading the newspaper, as she did every morning in her apartment while drinking a cup of coffee when she read what had happened. Sounds like your normal high fashioned woman in business, doesn't it? Truth behold, that's how she tried to live her life. Work every day, and lonely nights. Her friends who were close enough, always seemed busy- and after her past she decided men were a waste of time. All men, besides the one that stood before her.

"Very thoughtful of you, ya know?" He said. The women noted how his eyebrows raised while his face formed a frown, in an approving manor. She took a short careless breath in, before simply nodding her head in agreement.

"Do you have anywhere to stay?" He asked. She debated in her mind whether or not to say no, or yes. She could quickly get a hotel- but it would be the last time she would see this man. Her chance at anything at all, would be to say 'no, I don't' and there might be a chance he would invite her to stay. Even if it were only for one night, she could work up the courage to inform him of everything. Including the very way she felt.

"No, I don't. The hotel was booked, but I'm sure there's one across town," she lied, shaking a bit. Right through those pearly white teeth, she lied. She didn't know if he would believe her, which is why she added that there were hotels across town she could attend. Awaiting his response, the only feeling present was an overwhelming nervousness. His eyes disconnected from hers, looking to the ceiling as if thinking. She was begging with her eyes, but he didn't see her plea.

"I have an extra guest room a few doors down from my own, if you would like to stay this night," he offered. The women acted as if she were thinking, not wanting to sound too thrilled, even though her heart was jumping with joy.

"Sure, that would be nice," she said, making sure she didn't deny it. "Thank you," she added, waiting for him to move.

"Do you have any bags?" He asked, looking her up and down realizing she held nothing but a purse. The woman was almost embarrassed of the fact she had not brought anything. She didn't worry about all of that; she just wanted to make it here in California on time.

"No," she answered, her cheeks reddening. But the darkness and dreariness of the room blocked it. She could just sleep in her black dress; she had done it before on late nights in New York.

"You can borrow a shirt from me," he said, and she hadn't even thought about that. It makes it all the more better. The only thing on her mind was jumping in his arms but it was impossible. After moments of silence, once again, he finally began to walk up the spiral staircase. "I'll show you, it's getting late."

He walked a few steps ahead of her spiraling up the long stretch of stairs. She followed like a long lost puppy, with hungry eyes. She watched his legs, and his every move; not paying attention to her own. Almost tripping, she regained her posture and walked the last couple of stairs. The rooms up here had been lighter as there was one single window at the end of the long hallway. There were doors on either side, but the hallway was straight.

With the darkness, and single light coming from the window- it was such a surreal feeling. As if walking to your own death, leaving the darkened past behind. He stopped a moment, turning back towards her; checking to make sure she followed. Without a word, he turned his back on her and made his way toward a door on the left, about halfway down the hallway. She assumed this was her room, but she was wrong- it was his. Decorated in a dark blue, it seemed plain, almost lifeless. It was a simple bed, table, dresser- and another door leading to the master bathroom.

She then realized he had no pictures up, not of his family. Not of his father. When she saw this, she couldn't help herself but to feel sorry for the man.

"I'm sorry about your father," she said, and he stopped in his tracks. His head cocked to the side, before he turned his head, but not his full body.

"It's the vicious cycle, isn't it?" He asked over his shoulder, opening his drawers to fetch a long shirt. It took her a moment to register the meaning of what he said, but she couldn't help herself to ask.

"What do you mean?"

"You are born into this hell," he said, closing that drawer while opening the one below it, "and you try to survive, as best you can. Either making yourself to be someone important or being a loser," he shut this one, but it didn't seem to shut all the way. He wriggled the drawer around, until it closed fully, opening the last one under it. "Or you could be the person who lives a simple life being neither a loser- or someone worth living. You then have a child, bringing them into this hell; therefore the vicious cycle starts once again. You live your last days, knowing your time is up soon; and out of nowhere you die," He explained, but said it so flatly with no emotion, and it worried her.

"I guess I can see your logic," she noted. The man finally came across a long white t-shirt, bundled it up and tossed it to her. She caught it. It unraveled in her hands; but was plain with a simple pocket on the breast.

"My father knew he was going to die," he said, and it made my heart drop. "Which is the depressing part about it," he said, walking out of the room while the women followed. He lead her a couple doors towards the window, and to the right there was an oak door which was closed. She didn't say anymore, because she didn't know if she should comfort, or just leave it alone. This room was just as plain, while being decked out in a beige-peach color. There was a twin bed, and a dresser.

"The bathroom is the door across the hall," he informed her, but stood at the door, his shoulder pressed against it.

"Thanks," she mumbled, and placed the shirt on the bed, not wanting to change just yet. She turned back around, and before she knew it there was another small conversation starting.

"Thanks for coming to the funeral," he said, and she simply nodded. "But I have to ask why. It has been years since I have seen you- and out of nowhere you show up at my father's funeral all grown up," he said, with a small smile burning holes in her from her head to toe.

It was her chance now. All she had to say was 'because I need you like oxygen' and this burden would be off her chest. Except it wasn't that easy to admit to something like that. It wasn't a small immature childhood crush, it was so much more. It was a need, not a want, because without him she felt there was nothing else to live for. Even if it had been years, four to be exact; she thought about him every time she woke up; and every night before she fell asleep, alone in her apartment. His eyes didn't have the light to them as she remembered. He hadn't smirked all night, and had lost his touch.

The house resembled that, it was dark; and so was his heart. She hadn't heard of the famous movie producer's son getting married, or anything. The press had been all over Malcolm's son since he turned eighteen, which was the last time she saw him. He was a bachelor whom every woman in America wanted. But all pictures of him in magazines had been lifeless, and lonely. Now was her chance to say it, but her mouth wouldn't let her. What was there to lose? And after that thought hit her, she spoke.

"Because I need you like oxygen," she said loudly, almost regretting it- but there was nothing in the world to lose, besides him, and if she didn't say that she might have lost him forever. His eyebrows rose, and he looked confused. Her heart sank; realizing simple teenage love wouldn't last forever in him. It did for her certainly, but not for him. She looked away from his eyes which again he had been gazing in, and she rubbed her head. She didn't want to stay here anymore, she wanted to go back to New York and forget about everything. She wanted to go back to reading the newspaper every morning, and tabloids every night in search of this man.

She lifted her eyes and found his face the same as before, except in this moment- before she could even register what was happening, or going to happen he darted to her from across the room making their lips crash. Four years of pent up love was flowing out. She immediately kissed back as his arms were tightly around her. Her hands grasped his black dress shirt almost ripping it off there.

There was nothing sweet or slow about this. It was like a war. His kiss was rough, but passionate, and she equaled it out. Her lips felt swollen, but she wouldn't allow herself to break it, she wanted to hold it forever. Tongues battled, along with roaming hands, as she was now against the wall. His hands were pulling at her hair, trying to get as close as possible.

While kissing her, he lifted her up against the wall and she held onto his shoulders, while wrapping her legs around him. He walked his way out of the door, managing to knock her back into the wall a couple of times before reaching his room. She clawed at his dress shirt, and a few buttons broke. She didn't feel like unbuttoning it slowly, it took too much time, and there were a million buttons on that dress shirt. His hands were supporting her, and she opened her eyes for a moment, breaking the kiss. Before she did anything else, she wanted to at least get one look at this man.

As she kissed his cheek, she felt something wet on her lips. It tasted salty, and opening her eyes again, she realized there was a single tear on him. She couldn't tell if it was his, or her own. His eyes were hungry with want, while hers were full of need. He smashed his lips against hers again, while her hands found the collar of his unbuttoned shirt, fully prying it off.

Her dress was somehow unzipped, but still on as he threw her onto his bed. She tried to kick off her strapped heels, but it wasn't working until finally with enough pulling they hit the ground by his shirt and his own shoes. Her brown curls were spread across the bed, until they both took a moment to look at each other with red faces, their hair a mess, and breathing heavy.

It was then; she realized for the first time in her life, she was breathing in oxygen properly. But before her mind could relish the thought and the events occurring, his mouth was down on hers again.

**OOO**

The area around her was unfamiliar as she woke up. She thought a loud bang woke her up, but after she was fully conscious, it was silent. She couldn't tell if it was daytime or night time because there were no windows, only a clock which read '5:23'. She assumed it was AM, because there's no way she could sleep all day.

Things came rushing back to her head from the night before, but she realized no one was by her. The covers were pulled down, but he was gone.

This was his own house after all, so he had to be around somewhere. She carefully stood up and began her way out to the hall. As she opened the door a white piece of paper caught her eye lying on the floor in front of the bathroom. She picked it up, because from what she remembered it wasn't there the night before. It was neatly folded in half when she lifted it from the ground.

Silence filled the hallway, and the light from the window at the end of the hallway was barely enough to read it, but she managed. What was scribbled on this piece of paper, she will never forget no matter how long she lived.

_When I have received everything I hoped and lived for, why should I live on to another day when I know my time will be up soon?_

She could have died right there. She rushed to the bathroom where the light was on. She didn't want to enter, because she knew what would be inside. Tears began to roll down her cheek; four years of needing her oxygen she felt lifeless. How damn selfish of him! She got mad now, but still didn't open the door. She had to, but didn't want reality to settle in.

As she cracked open the door, she saw a lifeless man lying on the stone floor. There was a heavy and silver object in his hand; it was then reality set in and she found herself to be crying indeed. You could perhaps call it sobbing, because her breaths were loud and fast, coming in pants. A fresh pool of blood was forming around the man's head, and it was then she thought about the loud bang that woke her up.

She screamed into the emptiness of the house "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" But it didn't do any good, nor helped anything. What was done had already been done. Knowing that only minutes before, he had been alive was enough to make her fall to the ground immediately against the door. Praying to god for all this to be a dream.

The note in her hand dropped to the ground, and the scribbled words at the bottom caught her eye.

_You are my oxygen._

**XXX**

Tell me what you think, please? It was my first attempt, and depressing to write.

But I have always wanted to write a fan fiction like this.

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Oxygen by BrittanyOXYMORON


I Turn To You

I Turn To You

**By**: punkprincess96

_When I'm lost in the rain,
In your eyes I know I'll find the light
To light my way._

So here I am. Dana Cruz. Soaked in the rain. Standing outside while it's raining. I was last seen by my friends crying and running out of the girl's dorm because of my last argument. But that doesn't really work for me because one; I don't cry. Two; obviously not for disses either. The wall I had been building for almost 14 years now. Broken by two girls. Do you know why I'm out here? No you don't. I'm alone outside because of stupid Zoey Brooks and Nicole Bristow. Yes those... ugh!
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And when I'm scared,
And losing ground,
When my world is going crazy,
You can turn it all around._

**FLASHBACK**

I walked into the girl's lounge around noon. I was looking for Nicole because she left some of her stuff on my bed again.

"Hey Dana. Why are you wearing that?" Zoey and Nicole asked me. I looked down. The casual red tank top and black torn up jeans.

"What's wrong with it?" I ask, confused. Zoey gave me a rolly-eyed look.

"You don't have the figure for it. You're flat." Zoey admitted. How am I supposed to reply to that, Brooks?!

"Yeah." Nicole says in agreement. I stand there like an idiot. Chase, Logan, Michael, Lola and Quinn are just watching us.

"Er. What am I supposed to say to that?" I ask, sounding hurt. I tried not to. Nicole scoffed, giving Zoey a barbie look.

"You don't." Zoey said, laughing at me. Why would she say that? I thought she was my friend. My only real friend.

"What's that suppose to mean, Brooks?" I snap, through tears.

"Means you're ugly." Nicole answered, enjoying my tears. Why is the world against me?!

"Shut it or I'll do it for you Nicole!" I yell, making a fist at her. Nicole makes a raspberry, and I wanna slap that girl, but I can't move. I just stand there.

"Nothing to say?" Zoey asks, in a teasing way. Not a good tease way. Ofcourse I am speechless. But someone isn't.

"I can say something for her." someone says. I turn around and see... Logan. Why is he sticking up for me?

"She's ugly?" Nicole asked, smiling. Zoey laughed along.

"Prettier than you, you ugly sluts." he replies. I'm so surprised. And impressed. Logan has never stuck up for anyone but himself before.

"Excuse me?" Zoey asked, using that fake southern accent of hers. Behind her back, no one believed she was from Lousiana.

"You heard her." Chase added in. He's helping me too, now? Aw, they care! They're the best! Zoey gasps, in shock.

"Chase!" Zoey shouts. "I... I thought you loved me!" Chase scoffed.

"What made you think that?" he asked. I thought... he liked... what's going on?

"Well...! Ugh! You guys already know Dana's the ugliest girl around PCA! She's a total witch, too!" Nicole stammered.

"Better than you freaks." Logan remarked. I smile. He makes me smile. I've never told him that before. Why would I anyways?

I don't wanna make my friends hate each other because of me. I run outside. It's pouring.

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And when I'm down you're there
- pushing me to the top.
You're always there,
giving me all you've got._

"Dana?!" Logan shouts through the rain.

I turn around. He's only a couple feet from me. How did he find me, though?

"What?!" I shout back.
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For a shield from the storm,
For a friend, for a love
to keep me safe and warm
I turn to you._

"You wanna go back inside?! I can walk you back to your room!" Logan yells through the noise from the rain.

I don't reply. "Aw, your upset!" he said.

I give him an angry look to defend myself. I don't even have to say 'No I'm not!' because my glare does it for me.

"Dana, don't let those barbies upset you! You're the prettiest girl on campus!" Logan shouts, trying to cheer me up. I give him a playful smile. "Oh, alright. In PCA!" I laugh and smile. See! There's that smile again!

We hugged.
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For the strength to be strong,
For the will to carry on
For everything you do,
for everything that's true
I turn to you._

"Can we go back inside now?!" he yells, coming up to me. I don't know. It still feels like something's missing.

_When I lose the will to win,
I just reach for you and
I can reach the sky again.
I can do anything_

He reaches over to me and pulls my wrist to go. I stay still.

"Come on. If you're worried about facing them, don't worry. If they mess with you I'll mess with them." Logan laughs. I still don't know.

_And when I need a friend,
You're always on my side
Giving me faith
taking me through the night_

"I-I don't know." I mutter, but he didn't hear probably because I was so quiet.

"What?!" He yells.
_
For a shield from the storm,
For a friend, for a love
to keep me safe and warm
I turn to you._

"Let's just go in before you get sick!" he says and tries to get me to move. I smile. I think I know what's missing.
_
For the strength to be strong,
For the will to carry on
For everything you do,
for everything that's true
I turn to you._

"Ugh, come on Dana! What do you want me to do to get you in?" he despretly asks. I shrug, but smile.
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For a heart I can rely on through anything,
For that one who I can run to...
For a shield from the storm,
For a friend, for a love
to keep me safe and warm
I turn to you_

"Let's get in." he tells me while smiling. I just go with him. I think I do have a cold.
_
For the strength to be strong,
For the will to carry on
For everything you do,
for everything that's true_

"Yeah. Then while I go inside, you can tell me about how I'm the best looking PCA!" I tease, and laugh. He yanks my hair.

"I'm the best looking, silly." He said before ditching me in the rain. I scoff and laugh. I chase after him, in the rain.

_I turn to you.
I turn to you.
I turn to you..._

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I Turn To You by punkprincess96


Chase's Broken Heart

Previously on Zoey 101, Chase confessed his love for Zoey to Micheal and Logan. However, Zoey heard this but since she is 5,000 miles away in England she couldn't do anything about it.

"Why didn't you tell her you were in love with her when you had the chance?" said Logan.

"I thought that it would ruin our friendship if she didn't feel the same about me." said Chase, "Well I just have to face it that Zoey is not coming back."

Zoey turned off her computer and sat there thinking about what she had just heard. Thenshe walked over to her bed, sat down, put her face in her hands, and began to cry. Zoey was upset because she told her parents she would stay in London, But know she wants to go back to PCA.

Meanwhile back at PCA, all Chase wanted to do was get out of his room.

"Could you open the door, I would like to get some air," said Chase.

"Sure," said Micheal.

Chase walked outside, but he didn't know where he wanted to go. All he wanted was to be alone. Finally, he sat by the fountain and tears began falling down his face. It seemed like hours had passed when Lola showed up. She saw that Chase was sad and she put her arm around him but he took her arm off.

"Lola, I would just like to be alone right now," said Chase.

"I know you miss Zoey. We all miss her, but you need to be around other people," said Lola.

"The only person I need to be around right now is Zoey," said Chase.

"It will get easier," said Lola.

In London, Zoey was talking with her parents because they knew that something was going on with her.

"Zoey, what has been going on lately?" asked Zoey's dad.

"Nothing." said Zoey, "I just miss my friends."

"Well, you knew this would not be easy," said Zoey's mom.

"I didn't think it would be this hard either. I just want to see Chase. Would I be able to go back in a couple weeks for a visit?" said Zoey.

"We will have to see," said Zoey's mom.

The next afternoon back at PCA Logan, Micheal, Quinn, and Lola were sitting in the quad deciding what to do about Chase.

"I have never seen Chase this sad before," said Micheal.

"All he wants is to see Zoey," said Lola.

"There really isn't anything we can do about that," said Micheal.

"He could just call her," said Logan.

"That is what I told him, but he thinks that it isn't the same," said Lola.

"I have a solution, we can use the web cam again," said Quinn.

"Well, there is a funny story with the web cam. It was on when Chase was talking to us about Zoey. He said that he was in love with her. I think that Zoey overheard," said Micheal.

"Lets go see if Zoey will talk to Chase," said Quinn.

They arrived at the boys room and Quinn hooked up the web cam. After a few minutes they were able to get a hold of Zoey. At first she said that she did not have time to talk, but when they said it would only take a few minutes, she decided to listen.

"So Zoey, How do you like London?" asked Lola.

"It's okay. There is not much to do right now," said Zoey.

"Zoey, what we wanted to know was will you talk to Chase?" asked Quinn.

"He won't talk to anyone of us because he misses you," said Micheal.

"I know." said Zoey, "I overheard you talking to him. How will me talking to him solve everything if I am not there in person?"

"Well, it will be a start." said Lola, "Chase told me that the only person he wants to be around is you."

"Where is Chase anyway?" asked Zoey.

"I think he is out shooting hoops," said Logan.

"Okay. I have already thought of something I want to do. Could you have Chase be in this room tomorrow at 12:00?" said Zoey.

"Why?" asked Logan.

"I have a message for him," said Zoey.

"He will like that," said Micheal.

"I know he will," said Zoey.

Zoey turned off her computer and Quinn disconnected the web cam. For a moment the four of them looked at each other wondering what Zoey meant and then went out to look for Chase.

"Chase, there you are," said Micheal.

"Yeah, here I am," said Chase.

"We have been looking for you everywhere." said Micheal, "Logan, Lola, Quinn, and myself were just talking to Zoey."

"YOU WERE TALKING TO ZOEY WITHOUT ME!" shouted Chase.

"Wait. Before you get mad," replied Micheal, "I came to tell you that Zoey wants to talk to you, and you alone, tomorrow at 12:00. She says she has a message for you."

"She does. Okay," said Chase.

"12:00 tomorrow turn on the TV and press connect on the web cam," said Micheal.

Chase has no idea that the web cam was on when he was talking to Micheal and Logan, but the others do. The next afternoon had arrived and it was 11:45. Chase finished his lunch and went to his room to wait for 12:00. He hasn't been eating in the past couple of days because he has been really depressed, but now that he is going to hear from Zoey he feels much better. Chase was the only one in his room when he got there with a couple of minutes to spare. The time had come, Chase turned on the tv and pressed connect on the web cam, but it was prerecorded message. However, he still turned it on to listen.

"Hey Chase. To answer your question, yes things are still good between us. The reason I left was because I cared about your opinion the most and it didn't seem like you wanted me to stay. So I left. I wish I could have stayed at PCA with all of my friends. I really wanted to stay at PCA because of you Chase. You are my best friend. I want you to know that I miss you as much as you miss me. I overheard you talking with Micheal and Logan and I wanted you to know that I love you too. I knew that I was in love you with from the moment I saw you. I wish you would have told me sooner that you liked me. It doesn't look like I will be coming back to PCA anytime soon. I have a suprise for you and it should be arriving about now..." said Zoey.

There was a knock at the door and Chase went to open it. He found a package, picked it up, and closed the door. Chase opened the package to find a giraffe. The same kind of giraffe that Logan ruined. Chase just smiled and was happy that Zoey has sent it.

"...So, Chase do you like it?" asked Zoey, " I know that Logan ruined the other one so I thought that I would give you another. I will smack Logan for that. Oh, there is one more surprise for you, but I got to go. I hope you like it. Best wishes. Talk to you later. Love you. Bye."

There was another knock at the door. Chase wondered what it could be this time. He got up, answered the door, and stood still. He could not believe that Zoey was standing in the doorway.

"I am back for good," said Zoey.

Chase quickly gave Zoey a hug and Zoey hugged him too. For about ten minutes they did not separate. Chase was happy to be able to hold Zoey. He did not care about anything else. All was right and more. Chase has his best friend back and he knows that she loves him too.

"Zoey I missed you so much," said Chase.

" Me too." said Zoey, " Chase you can let me go now. I am now going anywhere."

"Oh. Sorry. I am just glad to see to you," said Chase.

"Can I come in or are we going to stand in the hall?" asked Zoey.

"Of course." said Chase, "Does anyone else know you are back?"

"No. You are the only one," said Zoey.

"Did you mean what you said in you message?" said Chase.

"Yes I do mean it. I love you Chase," said Zoey.

"I love you Zoey," said Chase.

Both Zoey and Chase were sitting on the couch and before they knew it they were kissing. This was something Chase had been imagining for a very long time. However, it did not last very long because the door opened and in came Micheal and Logan.

"Chase I...," said Micheal.

"Oh we're sorry," said Logan.

"Wait! Zoey," said Micheal.

"Yeah, it's me," said Zoey.

"You two were kissing," said Logan.

"Yeah we were until you came in," said Chase.

"Do you want us to leave?" said Micheal.

"No," said Zoey.

"When did you get here?" said Logan.

"Just now." said Zoey, " I came to surprise Chase."

"Where are Lola and Quinn?" asked Zoey, "I am going to find them."

Zoey went to the lounge and the dorm but she couldn't find Lola and Quinn. Then she went out to the quad and there they were. By this point everyone knew that Zoey was back. Lola ran up to Zoey and almost knocked her over.

"When did you get here?" asked Lola.

"About a half-hour ago," said Zoey.

"Where have you been?" asked Quinn.

"With Chase. I told him first that I was back," said Zoey.

"I bet he was excited," said Quinn.

"Yeah he was. He wouldn't let go of me," said Zoey.

"Speaking of Chase, here he comes," said Lola.

Chase came up to the table looking really happy and gave Zoey a kiss. Lola and Quinn had a look of shock on their faces. However, Micheal and Logan looked pleased.

"Oh. Right, we didn't tell you. We are going out now," said Zoey.

They both walked away holding hands.

"It's about time they got together," said Micheal.

"I know," said Lola.

"Yeah, they were kissing in our room a little bit ago," said Logan.

"That is great that they are happy," said Quinn.

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Chase's Broken Heart by writerstorygirl


Not on Logan's Life

_A/N. Squee! I just saw the commercial for Quinn Misses the Mark! If Quinn doesn't end up with Logan (and since this is the final season it's the only chance for this to happen) I will cry. Actually cry._

_ If I owned it... this would happen:_

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**Not On Logan's Life**

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Quinn paced up and down in front of him as he sat on the bench lazily. It seemed lazily was the only way that Logan Reese did anything whether it was finishing a term paper or trying to win over a girl he liked.

"You just like me because I've changed because of this" she ran her hand down to indicate her new clothing which did accentuate certain parts of her that did finally make Logan Reese start to sit up and take notice.

"You see that's the thing" Logan put his hand out gesturing as he spoke. "I don't. You think I would have... I mean..." he sounded scoffing for a second, "you're hot."

She sat down on the bench beside him. "Really?" Her voice squeaked.

"Of course half the school noticed."

She hit him on the arm playfully, "not that I'm hot. That you don't just like the "new me"" she put air quotations around it.

He smiled slightly now. His part-cocky, part-genuine smile that told her that he was seriously contemplating this. He took the glasses out of her hands and opened them, placing them over her nose and onto her face. "I don't" he said softly.

"Oh." She took this at face value but then the absurdity of the whole thing hit her. "Why?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, still remaining to keep his cool throughout the entire thing. "Because you're beautiful and smart without even trying. And not that smart is at the top of my lists... but it doesn't seem fair that Mark Loser-Last-Name would be the one to get a girl with as many qualities as you and Logan Reese, school heart-throb, doesn't."

She pursed her lips. "That's strangely... sweet."

"That's just the kinda guy I am."

She snorted at this but the gravitation pull (as she would have called it) toward him at this moment was particularly strong. She leaned in toward him slowly and their lips collided. There was something in her stomach warning her that this was just another one of Logan's lines and he would laugh at Quinn the Spazz who he exploited in front of everyone after this. She pulled away from him.

"What?" he said, sounding annoyed when she moved back.

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"I don't know! Rig me up to a lie detector test or something! All I know is I want to kiss you right now!"

"You know that's not a bad idea."

"Finally!" He shouted and leaned in to kiss her again.

"No, the test. Come with me." She grabbed his hand and pulled him up, dragging him back to the girl's dorm room.

It was right then Logan realized what dating Quinn was all about. It was about suffering through science and gadgets and everything he didn't exactly think was a better thing to talk about than himself... but Mark was an idiot for letting her go and he had a reputation to keep. Would he really be stupid enough himself to let the smartest and most beautiful girl in the school go now?

He groaned as she pulled him along. _Not on your life_, he thought confidently. _Not on your life._

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**_If you're tempted to write threatening/saddened letters to the writers of Zoey101 if something like this doesn't happen in the show - please review and let us band together!_**

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Not on Logan's Life by Jesus.Lives


A birthday to remember

**Disclaimer: I do not won Zoey 101**

**okay so i was writing 'Your Pushing It' and an idea came to me and it was perfect for a little 1 shot so here it is**

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He was laying on his bed, just laying there, staring at the celing. It was his birthday yet he wasnt happy. Not one of daddy's presents made him happy. His friends, Chase,Micheal,Zoey and Nicole, didnt even know it was his birthday cause he didnt want them to make a big deal about it. If your wondering why I didnt mention Dana its because she's in France.

_'she's gone' he thought 'she's not coming back' _ tears welded in his eyes but he didnt let them fall _'I all I want for my birthday is her, is to see her face again' _

The door opened and Chase walked in

"Hey Man, we're all going out to play some basketball you wanna come?" He asked. Logan was about to say no but then thought better of it, if he said no then they would know something was up.

"Sure, as long as your ready for me to kick your ass" He said and got off his bed and grabbing a pair of basketball shorts and a black T-shirt. They arrived at the basketball court and everyone else was already there, it was guys against girls.

"You are so going down" Logan said.

"Bring it" Zoey said

"Consider it brought" Logan countered and then the whistle blew.

"Logan I think your phone is going off" Micheal said as they were getting ready to go back to the dorm and then hit the showers. Sure enough the sound of So Sick by Ne-Yo was heard. Logan ran to the bleachers and opened his phone

"Speak" He ordered

_"happy birthday"_

"Yeah thanks dad"

_"did you get your presents?"_

"Yeah the presents are cool"

_"thats good are you okay?"_

"Its nothing"

_"okay well I have to go, Bye"_

**beep beep beep**

"bye" logan whispered.

"what was that about?" Chase asked

"Nothing, im going for a shower" Logan said running to his door and grabbing a towel and then booking it to the showers. By the time he got back it was around 6:30. Chase and Micheal werent there and he found a note on his pillow that said

**Logan, Me and Chase went to the Movies with Zoey and Nicole.**

**Sorry we didnt wait for you if you want to come we're watching **

**Freedom Writters... (Nicoles Choice)... TTYL okay man.. bye**

**--- Micheal**

"Finally! They leave I get to be alone" Logan said and turned on his sterio. He started dancing around just having funn, and singing out the words, well screaming out the words seeing as the music was on full blast. And he wasnt just in regular clothes.. He was in black boxers (with lips printed everywhere), a white dress shirt and white socks. There was a knock at the door but he couldnt hear it he was pretending that his hair brush was a mic. The person at that knocked just shrugged and opened the door, they didnt see anyone at first and then suddenly Logan came slinding into the spotlight

"WHOAAAAAAAA I FEEL GOOD DUNNNA NUNNNA NUNNA NA I KNEW THAT I WOULD NOW" Logan screamed. The mysterious person just stood there and leaned again the door frame stiffling a laugh. Logan decided to do the crazziest thing right then he turned so his butt was facing the door and then bent backwards a bit and shook his front, where he has nothing except a 6-pack and then bent forward and shoot his ass and did that a few times and then started to sing -cough scream cough-

"WHOA I FEEL GOOD, I KNEW THAT I WOULD, I FEEL GOOD I KNEW THAT I WOULD, SO GOOD, SO GOOD CUASE I GOT YOU.. SO GOOD, SO GOOD CAUSE I GOT YOU.. SO GOOD, SO GOOD CUASE I GOT YOU... SO GOOD, SOO GOOD CAUSE I GOT YOU" The mysterious person began to clowly clap. Logan turned and looked at the person. He couldnt tell who it was though.

"wow i didnt know you had that in you, especially to pull off a look like that" They said sarcastically and then whistled. Logan looked baffled he really didnt know who it was. All he knew was there a some girl with straight caramel colored hair, she had theese chunky sun glasses on that hid her eyes, she was wearing a black shirt that went a few inches above her knee and a red halter top on. Suddenly she took off her sun glasses and stuck one end in her mouth and twitled it around sassily. Then realization hit him.

"Dana?" He asked

"The one and only" She said

"I thought you were in Frace" He said.

"I was" she said. Just then Chase, Micheal, Nicole and Zoey filed in past Dana, not knowing it was Dana of course.

"Oh my god, remember when she stommped on his foot at the dance" Nicole said happily and everyone started laughing

"Yeah, Dana was the greatest" Everyone sighed happily in return. They all looked at Logan.

"Hey Logan, whos the chick" Micheal asked.

"Nice to know you all still talk about me, but id rather you didnt, if you do it again i'll smash your faces in" Dana threatened.

"Oh my god Dana!!!!!" everyone screamed and hugged her.

"Okay Okay.. too much Love !!" Dana said "Okay Everyone GET OFF !!!" She screamed and everyone let go and stepped back.

"Dana what are you doing here?" Chase asked "I thought you were in France"

"I was.. i came back because today is a very important day" She explained

"It is? what do you mean" Zoey asked. Dana just walked over to Logan and pulled something out of her purse. It was a smallish black velvet box.

"Happy Birthday Logan" Dana smiled. Everyone gasped.

"You remembered" Logan said openeing the box. inside was a gold watch with little dimonds in it. The clock itself was circular. but it was surrounded by a heart, which was surrounded by a circle.

"How could I forget, your my friend. Plus you remembered mine, remember you gave me this" Dana said placing her hand around the golden locket that he had given to her. There was a little key slot which unclocked it. Unfortunatly Logan hadnt given her the key.

"Logan" The gang said. "HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL US THAT TODAY WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY?!!" they screamed at him. Logan laughed nervously. The gang ran out of the dorm in search of money so they could get him a present.

"Umm.. Thank you" Logan said running his fingers over the watch. Dana had saved up all year to buy him that. it was special, and now she was broke. she had worked overtime, did extra chores, and anything else that would get her some money (not anything innapropriate, you dirty minded people). She couldnt arfford the trip here so her mom had to pay for her, after alot of begging of course.

"Your welcome" Dana said "So.. Logan can I have the key for this locket" she asked

"Umm... Sure" Logan said and opened a little box he had beside his laptop, then pulled out an anklet with a tiny little key attatched to it, it also had hearts and a bunch of different charms on it. "Here" he said handing it to her. Dana took it and then took the key off of it. She took her necklace and held it in her hand. She placed the key into the key whole and turned it a small click was heard. She carefully opened it and saw two pictures. One was her and the Other was Logan. around the edge of hearts were words.

"Forever you will be in my heart, this I promise you" Dana read outloud making Logan blush a deep red. Dana smiled a big smile and walked towards Logan. Logan backed away a bit scared of what Dana was about to do. Dana's smile got bigger and she gave Logan a BIG hug

"Thank you" She said. and then let go. Logan stared at her as if she was crazy. Dana took his arm and pulled it up so she could look at his watch. He eyed her and his watch curiously and then a somewhat loud click was heard and the watch opened to reveal a picture of Dana and a picture of Logan. just like the locket there were words embrioded in it.

"I'll always be with you, weather im half way across the world or standing right infront of you. But if I am standing right infront of you and you forget that and have to open your watch and read this to remember then you... are an idiot." Logan read out loud laughing at the end. Dana just smiled and hugged him again.

"Thanks Dana, you really didnt have to though. All I wanted for my birthday was to see your face again." Logan said.

"Well now you can look at it everyday if you want" she laughed reffering to the watch.

"I love you" She said

"I love you too" He said "But I always have" Logan looked at her and did the one thing he knew he would never get to do again.

He kissed her.

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**yeah i know that was weird but thats okay.. lol**

**Jiade**

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A birthday to remember by Jiade-103


1. Chapter 1

**Eight Weeks**

**-Chapter One-**

It had been two months into the semester at PCA. Eight weeks had gone by since Zoey and Chase told each other how they felt about each other. Almost eight weeks had gone since the night Zoey and James kissed. Tommorow was the night of the Spring Dance was also their two month anniversary. Zoey was excited to a certain extent. She finally had a steady boyfriend who she really, really liked. He was strong, intelligent, and insanely adorable. They had a lot of laughs and nice dates in the span of their seven weeks of dating. Michael was becoming good friends with James, Logan was getting used to living with him (to a certain extent), and Lola and Quinn acted as if James had been there from the beginning. It was really quite perfect.

Well, mostly perfect. Every now and then Zoey would think of Chase and feel a huge rush of guilt. She hadn't been keeping in touch with him as much as she had planned. There was the occasional text message and maybe sometimes a phone call or two but the distance in both time and space affected the best friends in a terrible way. It didn't help that Zoey failed to tell Chase about James. He knew that James was Michael and Logan's new roomate but no one had the guts to tell him that he and Zoey were boyfriend and girlfriend.

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Chase grabbed his bags from the cab's trunk and pulled them back to the familar PCA. He was back. He didn't have to deal with his irritating roomate anymore. (The dude's voice was like nails on a chalkboard.) He could move back in with Michael and Logan. He could finally do what he had been dreaming of since the eigth grade- kiss Zoey Brooks.

With a huge sigh of excitement, Chase headed to his old dorm. Room 148. Chase, Michael, and James, it read. James... for some reason, Chase had a bad feeling about that guy. From what Michael and Logan told him on the phone and online, he seemed like a pretty cool guy, but there was still uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach that told him otherwise. Finally, he knocked on the door. A few moments later Michael opened the door.

"Surprise!" Chase held up his hands.

Michael's mouth dropped open, "Chase!" Without a thought, Michael tackled his friend.

"Chase?" Logan popped in the doorway, "Uh, what are you doing here?"

"My parents let me come back," Chase said, as he headed in the door.

"Um, dude, you might not want to go in there...," Michael said, grabbing him by the shoulder.

Logan made an attempt to block Chase from entering, "Chase, I'm warning you-"

But it was too late. Chase had entered his old room only to find Zoey asleep on the couch, with her head on handsome blond haired guy, that Chase assumed was James's shoulder. He was also sleeping. Maybe that's why they both jumped awake when Chase dropped his large suitcase and guitar with a loud THUMP!

Zoey squinted and sat up, "Chase?"

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A/N: Review please!

	2. Chapter 2

**Eight Weeks**

-Chapter 2-

"Chase, what are you doing here?" Zoey stood to her feet and hugged him. He held her, even though he was confused. Who was that guy?

"After alot of begging my parents let me come back. How are you?"

"I'm..." Zoey was about to say 'I'm good'. But the truth was she wasn't 'good'. Suddenly it was as if someone smacked her in the face. She had finally snapped out of it.

"You're..."

James cleared his throat,"Um, Zoey, would you like to introduce me?"

Suddenly Zoey felt awkward and shy around her old friend, "James, this is Chase."

James stood up and put his arm around Zoey and held out his other to shake Chase's hand, "Ah, Chase. I've heard alot about you from Logan and Michael. Not so much from Zoey though." James looked at Zoey harshly.

Zoey was sure that her face had turned a deep shade of red. She hadn't told James anything about Chase. She hadn't talked about how they "dated" over the webcam or how close of friends they were. In fact the name "Chase" wasn't on her lips very much at all since he had moved to England. By not mentioning him and not thinking about him, she was able to avoid the pain of missing her best friend.

"Nice to meet you," Chase said. He looked at Zoey. She could see the pain in his eyes. She hated it that he was hurting over her. Gently, she pushed James's hand off of her waist and distanced herself from the both of him. Michael and Logan had left the room without her noticing.

"You too," James said.

"So..." Zoey couldn't think of anything to say.

"Zoey and I are dating. Boyfriend and girlfriend. We have been for about eight weeks now."

"Okay," Chase nodded.

"And there's no room for you here anymore," James said.

"I wasn't expecting there to be," Chase replied, beginning to feel a bit irritated. Who did this guy think he was anyhow? He was there first. He longed to say that, or something dripping with destain, but instead, he smiled,"Nice meeting you. Later Zoey," and dragged his bags out the door.

Zoey watched him leave, close to tears. She lost her best friend once, and had no desire to lose him again. She began to run after him, and felt something on her arm. She turned around and saw James.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Going after him," Zoey said with a huff, "You were really mean to him and he probaly feels pretty crappy right about now."

"Everything I said to him was true," James said. Zoey recognized that tone in his voice. She had heard several times before. Before it seemed wise and thoughtful, now it seemed snobby and jealous.

"No it isn't. He's still my friend. He still belongs with our group," Zoey spat out.

"And you still have feelings for him," James stated.

"You're insane!" Zoey said defensively.

"I saw the way you looked at him."

"He's my best friend. He'll always be my best friend. Now I'm gonna go find him. If you have a problem with that, grow up."

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"Chase?" Zoey found him where she knew he would be-their spot, the fountain.

"Hey," Chase said quietly.

"You ok?"

"Not really," Chase breathed a deep sigh, "I should have expected this."

"What do you mean?" Zoey asked.

"I shouldn't have come back expecting that everything would be the same. I should have known you wouldn't have waited around for me, pining."

Zoey didn't know what to say. She most certainly hadn't been pining.

"We talked about it," Chase went on, "There's no reason for you not to have a boyfriend now. It's not like I expected you to stay single for me."

"Let's change the subject," Zoey grew very uncomfortable.

"Ok. I guess I'll have to find a new roommate. James seems very content with Michael and Logan."

Zoey nodded.

"But hey, I'll still be around."

Zoey nodded again, "Well, I guess that's it, then. We're good?"

"Of course," Chase said. She pulled him into a big hug.

"We're good," Zoey repeated as she watched him walk away. Somehow, she didn't believe that to be true.

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Eight Weeks by Noelle Joi


Looking Back

**Looking Back**

The car pulled off into the night. A girl stared off into the night, her eyes were red and her makeup was running down her cheeks. The dark curls she had pulled up into a ponytail were wet from the rain.

_So you're on your own lookin' down the road that goes only by one name
And you don't need the signs to see lonely still runs both ways
So who's the fool that would think the ties would be better off undone
Did your heart heed the warning when you veered from the path that was narrower and straight
_

She watched PCA and the friends she had come to know so well disappear. Someone was missing. He hadn't been there. She felt another wave of hot salty tears well up behind her eyes. Sure they had fought but she had always thought maybe there was something more behind it all. Maybe she had been wrong. The tears streamed down her cheeks again. Don't look back she told herself.

_On the borderline
Somewhere between the flight for freedom
Feeling like you can't move on
The chore will be the time
Takes you off of my mind and out of my heart I know
And when you cross over there's no turning back
Once that burning bridge is gone
_

He stared at the magazine half heartedly and even though his picture was in front of him all he felt was rotten, rotten and angry. Rotten because now she would hate him for not coming and angry at himself for chickening out at the last moment. Now he knew how Chase felt.

_
I may lose but I'm in it for the long run
Loving you for good reason could be the wrong one
I don't wanna lose control but the heart won't learn
To let it well enough for long
_

Someone entered the room he tried to make himself interested in the girl talking to him, his latest toy. 'She sure is hot' he thought 'not as hot as Dana' he immediately added in his head. He looked at Vivian and suddenly he knew he could never forget Dana. He could push it away but it would come right back when he least expected it to.

_On the borderline
Somewhere between the flight for freedom
Feeling like you can't move on
The chore will be the time
Takes you off of my mind and out of my heart I know
And when you cross over there's no turning back
Once that burning bridge is gone
_

France: Dana logged on to see Logan was online. A window popped up.

**UknowUwantME: Hey Babe. Miss me yet**

So you're on your own lookin' down the road that goes only by one name

Song: Borderline by Allison Krauss

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Looking Back by Captain-Kate-Finch


Always and Forever

My first ever Quogan fic! I'm still sort of new to the whole Zoey 101 fandom (and now it's over sadness), but Quogan was the reason I really got into it. They're just too adorable. So please excuse if they aren't any good. I had to write _something_ about them though; there was this voice inside that wouldn't let me rest until I did. I took fifty random words and made sentences about Quogan from them. They're only supposed to be one sentence each, so I took extreme liberty with commas, semicolons, and colons.

oOoOo

**Space**

If you'd asked him a few weeks ago who was going to fill the void in his heart, Quinn Pensky was the last girl he would have mentioned; now though, he couldn't imagine how he'd lived without her.

**Acid**

He'd always been afraid to touch her, afraid that she would burn through him like the acid she used in her experiments; he wasn't wrong...but he often wondered why he had been afraid.

**Beginner**

She certainly didn't kiss like her first, and only, boyfriend was Mark Delfiggalo.

**Salary**

He had a, basically, endless supply of money at his disposable, but Quinn liked Logan best when he did things that didn't require money; like walk up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist.

**Desire**

It had shocked him to realize that his desire was not for the 'new, hot' Quinn, but for the old quirky one.

**Surprise**

His words of comfort on the bench that day had surprised them both.

**Copper**

She could remember a time when she used to toss pennies into the fountain and wish that Logan Reese would just disappear forever, now she tossed pennies in and wished that he would never leave.

**Breathe**

Logan would only talk to Chase about his relationship with Quinn, because only Chase really knew what it was like to need someone as much as you need to breathe.

**Fancy**

Vaccaro was one of the nicest restaurants on the coast, you couldn't even get in unless you were dressed up, and it melted her heart that he wanted to take her there.

**Handle**

Logan always tried to keep a handle on his relationships, he didn't like to get too attached, but he realized one day that he hadn't every really had one on this relationship, even before they had started dating.

**Wheel**

The wheels had been set in motion; he had kissed her and he couldn't take it back, and he didn't really want to.

**Jelly**

He had to pull way the first time he'd kissed her and she tasted like PB&J, that had been his favorite snack as a child, and he couldn't stop the goofy smile that spread across his face.

**Gap**

He'd always thought she was pretty, but he'd been mean to her for so long that he was afraid the distance that had grown between them could never be closed.

**Wife **

He'd had more stepmothers than any boy she'd ever known, but she couldn't help but believe him when he told her she was going to be his one and only.

**Pause**

The first time he'd thought to himself that he was in love with her, he'd had to stop and blink in shock; he'd never thought that about anyone and all she'd done was laugh.

**Complicate**

Their reputations made it difficult for their relationship, but both of them were determined to make it work.

**Task**

It was a difficult task, pretending to hate her in public, and it was getting harder every day.

**Shock**

It had shocked her, the first time he said 'I love you', but it shocked him even more when she said it back.

**Sixteen**

For the summer of her sweet sixteen he took her to Maui to visit Zoey and Chase and because he loved any chance to see her in a bikini, but none of that compared to the moment when she walked downstairs to meet him for dinner, tanned and in the orange dress she'd once made him wear, and for the first time in his life, Logan Reese felt weak in the knees.

**Walk**

They never ran when they left their friends to go make out, that would have been too suspicious, but sometimes they walked just a little too quickly.

**Failing**

He hadn't failed a single test since they'd started dating, because she often told him 'no passing, no kissing'.

**Poke**

She loved to poke his side as a form of 'revenge' when they were with their friends, because she was the only one who knew he was ticklish.

**Push**

When Michael figured out Logan was hiding something, he did everything in his power to get Logan to fess up, but it was Stacey's kiss that final broke him and made him announce how he really felt.

**Deficiency**

Logan always thought his lack of brains made him not good enough for Quinn, but she thought it made him, usually, adorable.

**Font**

Logan had miserable handwriting, so he typed Quinn love notes and left them all around, and he always used small professional font because he knew that was her favorite.

**Protocol**

Quinn had certain rules when they were on dates, even after they'd told everyone; he could hold her hand and give her quick kisses and that was all, but somehow...that was enough.

**Speculation**

Zoey, Lola and Michael had been shocked but it wasn't nearly has big a deal as they'd been afraid it would be.

**Latest**

Logan had the latest everything, it came with being rich, but the one thing he would never grow tired of was Quinn and her smile.

**Nut**

Sometimes Logan wondered if people would think he was crazy for giving Quinn Eskimo kisses, but then he realized that he didn't care.

**God**

As a woman of science, Quinn didn't really believe in God or any other higher power, but when Logan looked into her eyes and whispered 'I love you', she began to think that only something of cosmic power could have created a boy so wonderful.

**Nowhere**

It scared Logan sometimes, how strong the desire to be nowhere else but with Quinn could overwhelm him to the point where he almost broke down and kissed her in public, secret or not.

**Frog**

He had been a frog for the longest time and then, like in all fairytales, they'd kissed and he'd suddenly become a prince.

**Weekend**

Her favorite weekends were the ones when her roommates left and she and Logan could fall asleep watching movies, wrapped in each other's arms.

**Hair**

Logan didn't think Quinn was Quinn unless there was at least one braid in her hair.

**Television**

They could almost never agree on what TV show to watch, until they discovered Futurama, Quinn loved the science and Logan loved the jokes.

**Spelling**

There were a lot of words that Logan Reese couldn't spell, but he could spell perfection: Q-U-I-N-N.

**Therapy**

Logan wondered if he needed therapy, he knew their relationship was supposed to be a secret, but every day it got harder and harder to not announce to the world that this wonderful girl was all his.

**Seed**

When he looked back now, he could see that getting her a flower didn't make up for the fact that they were dancing in a closet, but he'd honestly thought it was romantic at the time.

**Free**

Logan had enough money to pay for anything, but the only thing he really needed, Quinn's love, didn't cost him anything.

**Import**

When her beloved alpaca had passed away he'd spent the night holding her while she cried, then he'd bought her two alpacas, a male and a female, so that she could have her own alpaca family.

**Creation**

He'd had no idea that when he'd sat down on the bench to comfort Quinn that it wouldn't just be the end of her and Mark's relationship, but the beginning of theirs as well.

**Pull**

He could still remember the feeling of elation when he'd pulled Quinn close when he found out she was just as embarrassed to be dating him as he was to be dating her; but it was nothing compared to feeling of elation he got when he pulled her to him after announcing to PCA that she was his.

**Zone**

Zoey and Lola began to get suspicious when Quinn started zoning out during science, because that _never _happened, even when she'd been dating Mark.

**Percent**

Michael was 99.9 sure that Logan was in love with someone, who knew the signs of a boy in love better than him, after watching Chase pine after Zoey for nearly two years, he could never figure out who it was though.

**Chess**

Quinn discovered the secret to unlocking Logan's brainpower while she was attempting to teach him chess; he wasn't getting it at all...until she told him that for every piece of hers that she captured she would give him a kiss; no one had ever seen Logan learn as quickly as he did then.

**Decay**

She confided in him once that her relationship with Mark had started to decay long before he broke up with her for Brooke; then she confided that it had started about the time they had helped Zoey win Chase's clock; he'd smiled, remembering that that was the first time they'd ever hugged.

**Withdrawal**

Their first summer apart after becoming a couple nearly drove Logan crazy; he hadn't gone a day without kissing Quinn since they'd become a couple, and now he was going to have to wait two months.

**Victory**

He'd felt the strangest sort of triumph (and relief) when she'd shouted that she loved him back.

**Witness**

Zoey wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't been able to see it with her own eyes, Logan Reese really was in love, and with Quinn Pensky of all people.

**Religion**

Neither Logan or Quinn were particularly religious, but Logan's new stepmother was Baptist so they said their 'I do's' in a church that neither of them actually attended; but Logan was just so glad to make her Mrs. Logan Reese that he would have married her at PCA if that's what it took.

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Always and Forever by Silverflare07