Chase's girlfriend edited

Zoey: "Oh, yeah, they were kissing."

Lola: "Are you a thousand percent sure they were kissing?" Zoey: "Either that, or Chase was trying to suck the teeth out of her mouth." "He said, 'This is Rebecca, my girlfriend'" Lola: You're sure he said Girlfriend? Quinn: I don't like her. Lola: What's to like? Zoey: You guys don't even know her, and I appreciate you pointless hatred of Chase's girlfriend, but it's really not necessary. Lola: Oh, so you're okay with Chase having a girlfriend? Zoey: Sure, why wouldn't I be? Rebecca: Oh, wait, wait, let me see if I can do this. Lola, Quinn, Michael, Logan, and Zoey. We already kind of met. Zoey: Yeah, sorry for barging in like that. Rebecca: Oh, it's totally cool. Rebecca and Chase sat down. Rebecca smiled at Zoey and looked at the other people. Rebecca: Oh, but you guys definitely will. Your stuff is awesome. Chase: Who's nice? Lola gagged at the sight of it. Zoey looked at Lola, then touched her elbow to shut her up. Lola looked at Zoey, and they both turned around and smiled at Rebecca. "So, Lola, have you ever thought about being a model," Rebecca asked. "Well, no. I'm more into acting," Lola said. "Oh, well, that works, too," Rebecca said. "What do you mean," Lola asked. "Well, it's just you're so pretty. I mean, actually, all three of you girls are. Must be something in the water here at PCA. I better start drinking it," Rebecca said, Zoey smiling and Rebecca smiling back at her. Zoey walked back to her room and sat on her bed and got on the computer. Lola was on her bed, throwing a piece of paper in the garbage. She got off her bed. "I'm going to go do some laundry," Lola said. "Hey, toss this t-shirt in," Zoey asked. "Right in here," Lola said. Zoey tossed the t-shirt in, and she and Lola giggled. "You guys busy," Rebecca asked Lola and Zoey. "Nope," Zoey said. "Hey, Rebecca," Lola said. "Come on in," Zoey said. Rebecca walked in, and she and Zoey both smiled at each other. "Wow, awesome room," Rebecca said to Zoey. "Oh, thanks," Zoey said to the girl in front of her. Rebecca pointed to the painting behind Zoey. "You paint that," she asked. "I wish. No, my dad got that for me when he was in Vancover," Zoey said. "Oh, you don't mind if I shut this do you," Rebecca asked, as she walked over to shut the door. Rebecca walked over to Zoey's bed and shut the Computer and put it on the ground and her textbooks and her pen that was on the bed. She sat on the bed, next to Zoey. "Hey, did Chase hear from that guy at toonjuice yet," Zoey asked. "No, not yet. But I know they're going to say yes. Chase and Michael are so talented," Rebecca said. I know. Their toons rock," Zoey said. "Yeah," Rebecca said, "anyways, speaking of chase, I hear you guys are really close friends," Rebecca said, running her fingers through Zoey's hair. "Oh, yeah, Chase is like the best guy friend I've ever had," Zoey said. "Yeah, well, not anymore," Rebecca stated, smiling and twisting Zoey's hair in her fingers. "What do you mean," Zoey asked. "I'm breaking up with Chase," Rebecca said, taking out her phone. The text message said,"I don't want you talking to Zoey anymore." Chase texted back, "What?" Rebecca texted back,"Ever again." Rebecca texted back. Chase responded, "Rebecca, you think you can tell me who I can't talk to?" "You heard what I said!" Rebecca shouted. "I can't believe you," Chase said. "Look, Chase, I talked to some people around here. I know you used to like Zoey. Is that true or not," she asked. "I'm over it," said Chase. "Good, because I'm your girlfriend now, and you can't be all buddy-buddy with a girl that you used to like," Rebecca said. "I...", Chase stuttered. "Go tell Zoey you can't be friends with her anymore," Rebecca said. "I am breaking up with you," Chase said. Rebecca closed her phone and gave it to Zoey, who put it on the bedside table. Zoey texted Lola asking where she was. "Where are you and when are you going to be back," Zoey asked. "Oh, hey, Zoey, I am hanging out with Quinn and Logan and Chase and Michael, and Quinn and I will be back tomorrow night," Lola said. "Okay, see you tomorrow, then," Zoey said. "Bye," Lola texted Zoey. "What did Lola say," Rebecca asked. Zoey handed Rebecca her phone, and she put it near the bedside table, right next to hers. "She and Quinn will be back tomorrow, so I guess we have the room tonight all to ourselves," Zoey said. Rebecca looked out the window and saw Chase. "Chase is coming," Rebecca said. "Okay, close the curtains, and I'll lock the door," Zoey said. Rebecca shut the curtains, and Zoey locked the door. "Okay, hide in the closet. I'll handle Chase, and don't make a noise when you're in the closet. We can't let anybody, including Chase, know you're in here with me. Chase probably told his friends you didn't want him talking to me," Zoey said. Rebecca went into the closet and closed it, not making a sound. Chase was at the door knocking. Zoey opened the door. "Hey, Chase, um, what are you doing," Zoey asked. "I had to talk to you," Chase said. "Sure talk," Zoey said. "Privately," Chase said, coming in. Zoey closed the door. "Rebecca came down to my room yesterday, and she told me that she wants me to stay away from you," Zoey said. "Yeah, she kind of said the same thing to me just 20 minutes ago, so I dumped her, and I came down here to ask you out tonight. Do you want to come see a movie with me tonight," Chase said. "No, because I really do not like you that way, and I know you used to have a crush on me. I really also do not want to be your girlfriend or your friend," Zoey said. "Maybe that is a good idea," Chase said, "because Rebecca will be mad if she sees us together," Chase said. "Get out of my room!" Zoey shouted, and Chase walked out, and she shut and locked the door. Rebecca came out of the closet. "Did he fall for it," Rebecca asked, smiling. "Yes, he did," Zoey said, shaking her head. "So, what do you want to do, Rebecca," Zoey asked. "Let's watch Halloween II (1981)," Rebecca said, putting in the VHS, as Zoey turned off the lights, leaving only the lamp on. Zoey took Rebecca's hand, leading her to the bed. They both sat on it and pulled the covers up. Rebecca was watching the movie, her fingers intertwined with Zoey's. Zoey scooted closer to Rebecca. Rebecca was playing with Zoey's hair, and they both closed their eyes at the scary part. Zoey leaned in to kiss Rebecca's lips. Rebecca kicked off her flip-flops. Rebecca took the pony tail out of Zoey's hair. She took off Zoey's earrings and Zoey took off Rebecca's necklace. She let Zoey take off her earrings and put their 4 earrings and pony tail and Rebecca's necklace on top of the bedside table. Rebecca sat on top of Zoey, pressing their bodies close together. "Rebecca, are you sure you want to do this," Zoey asked. "Yes," Rebecca answered, kissing Zoey's lips. Zoey parted her lips and Rebecca put her tongue in, their tongues fighting for dominance. The kiss was hot. "Zoey, it's awfully hot in here. You need to be out of this tank-top," Rebecca said, raising the top over Zoey's head, a strawberry pink bra undeneath. "And you need to be out of these shorts," Zoey said, undoing Rebecca's belt and throwing it on the ground. Zoey lifted up Rebecca's chin and kissed her lips. Zoey sat on Rebecca, Rebecca sliding down Zoey's pajama pants, dark blue panties underneath. Zoey made way toward Rebecca's v-neck, and Rebecca smiled, kissing Zoey back. Zoey lifted it over her head. Rebecca undid Zoey's bra, throwing it to the ground. Zoey slid down her panties, kicking them off her feet, onto the ground.

Zoey unzipped Rebecca's shorts and unbuttoned them. Rebecca wiggled out of them, blue panties underneath. Zoey was surprised and kissed Rebecca, pulling her panties down her legs. Rebecca sat on Zoey, cupping her breasts. Rebecca put one finger into Zoey's clit, also putting another one inside. Zoey unbuttoned Rebecca's button-up pink shirt. Rebecca put a third finger into Zoey. Zoey whimpered. Rebecca healed Zoey, kissing her. She pulled fingers out of Zoey, squirting it all over Zoey's face and her face. Rebecca licked it off of Zoey's face and her face, and she licked her fingers clean. "Your turn, baby," Zoey said, lifting the pink shirt over Rebecca's head, throwing it to the ground, a berry purple bra underneath. She undid the bra, throwing it onto the pile of clothes, leaving both girls completely naked. Zoey cupped Rebecca's breasts, then kissed her lips. She inserted one finger into Rebecca, adding another, and then a third.

"Rebecca, let's not tell Chase or anyone about this," Zoey said. Rebecca whimpered. Zoey pulled her fingers out and it squirted on her face and Rebecca's. She licked it off Rebecca's face, and her face and licked her fingers clean. They turned off the lamp. "Zoey, what if I get scared during the movie," Rebecca asked. "Just bury your head in my shoulder," Zoey said. They both pulled up the covers and went to sleep, their bodies pressed closely together. They both kissed each other on the lips, as they fell asleep, snuggling into each others' arms.

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Chase's girlfriend edited by williamyandre


Those Eyes

Those Eyes

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ZOEY 101, PERIOD.

Author's Note: Mostly Logan's POV set in Quinn Missed the Mark.

Logan's POV

Never in my wildest dreams, I would find myself comforting the most smartest girl in the entire school and some what friend, Quinn Pensky. When I saw her wearing that skimpy outfit, it was a 180 turn from what she used to wear and what she normally wears. She had her long brunette hair straightened, wearing a lot of make up, and wasn't wearing her glasses.

It was at that moment, I got a bad feeling that something was seriously wrong with her. As we talked, I put on her glasses, and the next thing I knew I was kissing her. Then she kissed right back at me. It was the most unexpected thing ever. I fall and chased girls that look and dress really hot by my standards. Quinn is more beautiful than those bimbos and Stacey combined.

What I do not understand is why would Mark dumped Quinn for Brooke Margolin in the first place. I mean Quinn gave two years into their relationship. Plus what did Quinn see in him? I suppose no one will ever know. I mean sure he had another girl friend before Quinn named Courtney. I guess it is a puzzling mystery that will remain unsolved.

Everyone knows Quinn as the science geek. However there are somethings about her that I did not know about her. For instance, I was floored when Chase and Michael told me that Quinn used to be a pageant girl. I thought they are tricking me into something. When they brought me to this girl who had a tape, I was shocked and taken back about the whole thing. I suppose it was the first time I saw Quinn in a new light. I would never admit it to anyone especially to Quinn that I started to like her.

If anything, Quinn is a real girl unlike those bimbos at school. Her best feature has to be those eyes that she has. Sure, I didn't notice them during that first year, but as time went on I did notice them.

There were times that Quinn got me and the others in a jam. However sometimes, I wish that she would speak in plain English when explaining her science stuff to us. Mark is an idiot for dumping Quinn, and Mark was a lucky guy for dating her. I suppose that I am the lucky guy for dating her now. Quinn Pensky, she may be the science geek, but she has the best beautiful eyes at PCA. There is not a girl and Stacey that can not and will not take that away from Quinn.

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Those Eyes by Thewhatzupwriter26


Farewell, to Love

Setting: The physical challwnge of Zoey 101 Spring Break-Up Gender Defenders

Author's Note: Very small, but just to let you know, Zoey and Chase's helmets, yeah, not here. So, you should get an idea what's gonna happen.

Disclamier: Unfortunally, Nickelodeon owns Zoey 101. Not me. SCREW U, NICK!

Zoey hit Chase with all she had. Her rage, her fury, all her negative energy through her fighting. She wished that she had never came to PCA and never met Chase. Then, her heart wouldn't have been so broken when he betrayed her. If he was suppose to be her best friend. If was, then how come he couldn't tell her this one secret. She felt as if he betrayed her, lied behind her back, ever since she knew him. How could he? She thought. It was all that she could think besides the hatred that half her body felt.

The other half? It felt...as if, he had a reason. The exact reason she did for feeling so weird when some girl would take a move on Chase. Because...he loved her? But, no, she told him plently of times he could tell her anything. Wouldn't he have the knowleedge that she meant that to? But...what if he thought, she wouldn't love him back. She first thought that. She still thought that. But, why couldn't he just tell her?

Chase defended best he could, but Zoey was just too mad with him, she had the upper hand. Oh, had badly he wanted to talk to her about all this. Say he was sorry, tell her the truth, beg for her forgivness. But, how could he? She wouldn't talk to him. His heart ached, and still did, fro mthe day when he saw that betrayed, hurt look upon her sweet, sweet face. When she gave him that look, giving him the answer to his question of their friendship. He caught a quick glimpse of her brown eyes. They still held the hurt that haunted his nightmares. He had to fight ever urge in his body, every night, to cry. To just jump out of bed and run over to her room and talk to her.

Yet, he didn't know of what he'd really need to do. Comfort her, rekindle her broken heart. For, she cried, every night. The memory of what he did came and tortured her heart. Reasons of why he did haunted her dreams. Oh, how she felt. Broken, as if her whole world had crashed and shattered upon her, and she had to return it to it's reasonable state. Inside, she was becoming death. She was dying. The worse part? Her enemy, her hate for Chase...was the only cure for her fatal sickness.

Chase lost balance as he lunged forward. He knocked Zoey's staff out of her hand as it fell to the side of them in the pool. Zoey looked from her staff to Chase repeatedly, her eyes more furious, more hurt. Chase's showing just how sorry he was. Zoey looked at Chase one last time, whispering something only he could here. "So, you want to win that badly."

The voices and chants of the others drowned out as the two stared at each other. Zoey began to back up off the post, shaking her head as she went. Finally, her body vanished beneath the water. The boys yelled and jumped into the pool, showing off their victory. The girls just sighed. Chase's eyes fixed upon the post of which was now blank.

Something caught his eye. The corner of the pool where the girls stood. There was something there. It was colored...red. Realisation dawned as Chase threw his staff and guards off as he dove into the water. The water above him turned slightly purple. The others watched him in confusion.

Chase surfaced with Zoey unconscious in his arms. Mr. Reese and his secretary(I forget her name) rushed over to the hudling group, giving medium amount of room to Chase and Zoey's body.

Chase felt for a pulse, but one didn't arrive to his fingers. He pulled back, astonished and scared. He fought back tears. He began CPR, following instructions from Quinn. But...no avail came. They heard rustling, everyone turned to see cameramen walk out gradually. Great, now the whole world of viewers knew of Zoey's death.

" Zoey? " Chase whispered shakilly. She didn't respond. Her blonde hair soon lost its shimmer and her skin went white. He gasped. She had...died. No, no this couldn't be. But it has. Droplets of water began to trickle out of his eyes as Chase cried. The others went wide-eyed. Dustin hugged Michael as he tried to comfort the only child. Lola kneeled beside Chase as he cried on her shoulder. She hugged him. "No. No" He repeated as he sobbed.

But it was true. Zoey Brookes had died. She had drowned. She had killed herself. All because of his betrayal.

The funeral was held on the own grounds of PCA. The night of their return she was buried. Under the tree she always sat under, in a secretive spot of campus. Good, Chase thought, then no one can bother her. He wanted the best for her soul, since he had already screwed up her life on Earth.

Gender Defenders never went on air. Their little 'incident' never reached other's eyes. When asked about Zoey, the group would answer she had returned home. Though confused why she was gone and Dustin remained, they never questioned again.

Every night at midnight, Chase would bring a pink carnation to Zoey's grave. Upon it he read.

Zoey Brookes

1993-2006

From Friends:
Zoey, we'll all miss you. You were the best a friend could ask for.

From Dustin:
I'm going to miss you, sis. I don't if I can go on.

From Chase:
Zoey, I love you. I wish I could've told you that.

His heart broke more each and every time he read that, and he came here many times. There was a pile of carnations. He placed his recent one upon it. Other flowers and things had been placed. Chase wiped away tears before the reached his skin. He looked to the pictures set upon the top of the stone One was of the all them first semester, another second semester. They sat upon the sides of a larger picture. The second semester school picture of Zoey. Her smile glimmered white, but he knew, feet under him, a eternal frown sat upon her face. Behind her grave sat a trunk with a lock. It was to be buried as a time capsule, only to be dug up by them, in rememberance of Zoey, for all her belonging layed inside it.

Chase stood and began to walk away. He looked back upon it, then looked ahead. He knew, sooner or later he'd jion her, hopefully. For sooner or later, he to would die. Die, of a crushed heart.

For, you see, no one can go on. Without Love.

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Farewell, to Love by Cr8zeCorbinFangirl


Deathgrip

**A/N:** This fic doesn't involve real romance, but it does involve two characters you may not like together. If you don't like any original or unique pairings, please **don't read or review** this story. I don't write for popular pairings, and I most likely never will. For the open-minded, read on and enjoy!

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"**Deathgrip"**

Running towards you, I jog my memory for what to say to make you break. Usually you would always help me if I needed anything, and I prayed to God that that hadn't changed.

"Michael, I need to get to class in four minutes or I'll be in big trouble!" I yell, stamping my foot in anger. At first you seem nonchalant, but then you realize how serious I am. This week, you happened to have found a horse on campus, or rather, _it_ found _you_.

You reach up and throw yourself over it, and then sit up and reach down for my arm. "Come on! This horse is pretty darn fast!" I don't usually buy into mysterious things that quickly, but you are a very convincing person.

"Just come on, ask questions later!" you yell, grabbing my hand before I hoist myself up onto the horse. As soon as you pull on the reins, the horse is off.

Stamping on the bright green grass, blinding sun clouding my eyesight, arms around your waist holding on tight, I feel..._normal_. Nothing in my life has ever remained constant, but you have. Chase is gone, James is just a filler, Logan's an ass, and all my girlfriends just wouldn't understand. Yet you do. You understand almost every issue you're confronted with. That's the best thing about you.

Wind whipping through my hair, bag slapping against my side, breath held in my throat, I can see why you're the peacemaker now. The funnyman is on one side, the peacemaker, the more important side, on the other.

I would never be happy with Chase's absence, but since you two were the best of friends, I suppose you're the next best thing. I am far from _in_ love with you, but I _do_ love you. James is basically my everything right now, but he doesn't know me nearly as well as you do. Like a brother, a best friend, a family member. Relating to you is simple, whether I speak or simply use my eyes to communicate with you.

"You all right back there, Zo?" you say over your shoulder.

"Yeah!" I respond, tightening my grip around your waist. Just like man and wife, riding off into the sunset, their love as obvious as the golden sun shining down above them. Sure, we are atop a throughbred, but there's no difference. We will never marry, or ride off into the sunset, but we would make a beautiful pair. Racing through time, nobody to get in our way, as pleased as ever.

Duck my head so a branch on a tree doesn't snag my hair. Lean to the left so I don't bump into any tall signs. Hold on even tighter when I feel as though I'm about to slip off. But I know you wouldn't let that happen. You're my protector. The link between me and my one true love. No matter what, you'll always be there, and I'm pretty sure you'll be the best man at my and Chase's wedding.

Suddenly, we are coming upon a bench under a tree, and I think I see Logan and Quinn..._kissing_. But the horse is so fast, and we race by in such a flurry that I can't be sure. Since almost every event that's taken place recently has been out of the ordinary, I wouldn't exactly be astonished if their lips _had_ met. Beads of sweat are forming along the back of your neck, but I don't care. Your scent is as subtle as the smell of a freshly picked daisy on a chilly summer day. Probably due to a hug from Lisa, but I'm not certain.

Leaning forward a bit, I rest my head on your back, so I feel more secure. As the horses hooves meet solid ground once again, the blood coursing through my veins seems to speed up. Soon I look up, to make sure the horse doesn't race past the building.

Aware you are, though, as you pull on the reins sharply, bringing the horse to a halt. My deathgrip on you has loosened, but I know you'll always have a deathgrip on my heart. Arms fall to my sides, my heartbeat slowing. Sliding off the edge, you plant your feet firmly on the ground, and then reach up to help me down.

My palms are moist, so I almost crash into you, sending you staggering backwards. I'm standing firmly soon though, so I steady you by wrapping my arms around your shoulders. "Thanks Michael," I whisper hoarsely, tears springing to my eyes. One tear makes it way down my cheek, slowly trickling until it reaches the tip of my chin.

Pulling away, you look into my eyes, yours full of concern. "You all right?" you ask softly, keeping a hand on my shoulder just in case.

"Yeah," I reply, bringing my hand up to my face to wipe my cheeks dry. "I'm fine, perfectly fine."

Before you can turn away, to jump back atop your horse and ride off into the distance, I stop you by brushing your elbow lightly.

"Yeah?" you ask, voice not sounding the least bit annoyed.

"Just...thanks for always being there," I say, out of nowhere. "You're like a brother to me, and it's nice to know that at least one person has my back."

"Aw, shucks." Making a joke out of the most serious situations, as usual. That's what makes you you, and I love that. "You know I'll always be there for you, Zo. You're a beautiful person, and it's so nice to be around you. I'm glad we're friends, and I'm glad you think so highly of me," you say in a heroic voice, clasping the front of your shirt and turning your eyes up to the brilliant blue sky up above.

"And you always know how to make me crack a smile," I add, spreading my arms for another hug. "Thanks, hon." This time when we pull apart, I give you a quick kiss on the cheek. The corners of your lips stay turned up, and I beam back.

"Go to class, you're about to be late!" you remind me, pushing my shoulder lightly.

"Oh yes!" I say, dashing towards the building. You climb back onto the horse, and tug on the reins again. I watch you ride off, but before you disappear, I see you turn around and give me one last wave. Waving back, I finally push through the school building's doors and race up the stairs just before the final bell rings.

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**A/N:** What did you think? I don't like Zoey and Michael together, but I love their friendship. Please tell me if you enjoyed it, what you think I could or should have done to make it better, etc. in a review. Thanks!

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Deathgrip by Underneath All Elsewhere


What Dreams Are Made Of

**k, here's a one shot. Because I don't feel like updating my story's right now. ) But I want everyone who reads this to review please. Because like all my other stats, it says like 800 people have read them, & only like 20 people reviewed. So I want everyone to review. If you hate it, love it, or just don't care, please tell me. ). **

**And I have an idea for a shipper name if you like it. How about "Lana". It sounds better that Dogan or something like that. Haha. So, what do you think?**

**Disclaimer: You know, I really do hate writing these things. But I'm not getting sued. ). Don't own itttttttttttttttttttt. There, happy now.**

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"Logan! Get the hell away from me now!" Dana spat as Logan hit her in the face with the basketball at practice. "What! It was an accident! Or are you not tough enough to handle a little pain." Logan drawled out using the words "little" and "pain" in a baby voice.

"Logan! URGH, you are so infuriating!" Dana yelled at him causing a even bigger scene then there already was. "You got it baby cakes, now, wanna make out?" Logan said wiggling his eyebrows.

"Just kick his ass already Dana!" Glen Davis called out. "You know what, I think that's a good idea." Dana told him menacingly, slowly approaching Logan. He threw his head back and rolled his eyes stuffing his hands into his gym short's pockets. "Oh really _Danger_, and are you going to do that, now... or later?"

"Okay you to, that is ENOUGH!" Coacher Jenkins yelled at them. "You both..." He stopped thinking of something to say. "Go hit the showers, you're done for today!"

"But coach! Tomorrow's the game! I need to practice some more!" Dana yelled at him, not in anger, but she really did need to practice. "Well, I'm cool with it, I'm already so good, I don't _need_ the extra practice." Logan said directly at Dana with that smirk on his face. Dana's face went red and stalked off.

"Reese, go appologize to her." Coach Jenkins said at Logan, obviously annoyed by the 2's antics every practice. "But why! I didn't even to anything!" Logan said giving him "the eyes". "Just do it." The coach spat out. "Or your not playing in tomorrow's game? Got it?" There was a round of 'ooooh' as Logan was still standing there staring back at the coach. "And I mean **now.**" He growled at him. Logan gave him one last look as they saw Dana coming out of the Locker Room, heading out the door with her gym bag, her hair curly and in a high ponytail wearing her street clothes. "Fine." Logan said to him and walked out.

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Once he got outside, he couldn't make out which way she had went. He shrugged and went left. It was then he found her sitting by the fountain, back to the world, just staring at the water falling. "What do you want Reese?" She asked not once turning around. "Okay, that was weird? How did you know that was me?" He asked a little spooked.

"Well, first of all, who else would it be? And second, I could hear everything in the Locker Room, you two weren't exactly being "quite" you know. And I don't want your appology." She said to him turning around now, her eye's big and sincere. "Nothing you say to me will make me "forgive you". You didn't do anything, except being a jerk, which I guess comes naturally. So you don't need to appologize for your behavior towards me. Because I could really care less if you gave me some fake appology in attempt to make me feel _better_." She told him flat out shrugging.

Logan was aloss for words. He had no idea what to say to her now. He couldn't appologize like that coach said to. Well, even without the coach, he was probably going to say sorry later or something. He always did. Him and Danacould never really stay mad at eachother to begin with.

"Well then, I won't appologize for being a jerk, or whatev, but for hitting you in the face with the ball, okay? Which, was an accident." He said sincerely sitting down next to her. His eyes honest and big. _Oh god, she's about to cry. She has like alot of emotional girl stuff going on... which is probably all my fault. She looks so hott right now though... I know, me thinking _Dana_ is hott. But it's true. Who wouldn't think Dana is hott?_

There was an akward silence, just both of them sitting there staring at eachother. Logan did what his heart was telling him to do. He kissed her, and he didn't care if she kissed him back either. He needed to.

After he felt the intital shock come from Dana, she kissed him back. Logan took that as a sign to kiss her even harder, his pent up energy and angst he was feeling, he just let it out. Logan's tounge grazed the bottom of Dana's lip, and she opened her mouth to let his tounge roam.

Logan lowered her back against the rim of the fountain, only kissing her deeper, not breaking their connection. He began to kiss her neck up and down, just sprinkling it with hot kisses.

"Logan... what are we doing?" Dana asked, out of breathe and dazed.

"We... are... kissing..." He said still trailing kisses up her neck and to her face. He grinded his hips into hers almost painfully, and found his way back to her mouth.

"Take me." Dana gasped.

Logan shot up from bed, hair all messed and he was panting. _It was a fucking dream! No way was that a dream!_ He glanced around the room, to find Michael still sleaping, and Chase coming out of the bathroom in his basketball clothes.

"Come on man, we have to go to practice, Saturday morning at 8. Remember? And it is now... 7: 45. Let's go." Chase said throwing him a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. "Yeah... I'm coming." Logan said slowly and still a little dazed.

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Practice was normal. Normal as itcould have been.Glen passed him the ball and he made the shot. They checked it, and Logan was now again, in control of the ball. He saw Dana was open near the basket, and he passed it to her, and it hit her in the face. "Dana! I'm so sorry." Logan said running up to her, worried that he may have broke her nose or something. "Logan! Get the hell away from me now!" Dana yelled at him. _Oh lord, that's what she said in the dream!_ "Um, y-yeah, okay." He said stuttering. Dana stalked off into the Locker Room to leave. "Logan, go appologize to her." Coach Jenkins said. Logan was completely dumbfounded. He was reliving it, almost completely. He saw Dana leave the gym in her normal clothes. "Okay!" Logan yelled excitedly and ran out after her. He turned left and saw her sitting on the fountain. "What do you want Reese?" He never said anything. He went right up to her and kissed her, just like in the dream.

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**Fin! I'm done now. I was booored.**

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What Dreams Are Made Of by dallascity


The Tagging Game

**A/N: Okay so here are my ten, um, I think they're called drabbles! Sorry if they aren't very good but i didn't have that long to write them! :) Review if you want!**

**1.Like Sexy Dynamite-The Orion Experience (Quogan)**

Logan and Quinn's relationship was different: no one knew exactly how, but it was just different. Every time Quinn thought about him, a grin that was a mile wide came to her face. Upon waking up every morning, she got dressed and went to class in a good mood because of thoughts of her gorgeous boyfriend. Their evening make out sessions were what she looked forward to all day long. He made her happy in more ways than he would ever know, and she felt so lucky to have him. She was so glad to have him in her life and didn't know how she had ever survived in the past without him.

**2.Solid Ground-Saucy Monky (Supposed to be Quogan, but you could make it about any of the couples)**

She just stood there, looking down at his grave. She knew he was in a better place, but she couldn't stand that he was there without her. Since he had been gone, she felt so shallow and alone. He was what had set her straight, what had helped her through every obstacle throughout their eventful lives. Without him, she didn't feel like she was really living either. Everyone around her could tell she was dead inside without him. She just stood there, looking at his grave, and knew that now he was a million miles away from solid ground, in Heaven.

**3.When I Grow Up-The Pussycat Dolls (Lola)**

It was always Lola's dream to be famous, to be a legend. She had always done anything and everything to get attention. Sure, it's everyone's dream to be famous, but this was her passion. She just wanted to be known in the world, to make a difference. Now, as she sat here in her Manhattan apartment, she couldn't help but smile as she looked around and thought of all of her achievements. She was proud of herself, she had reached her goal and life couldn't be any better.

**4.Pushin' Me Away-Jonas Brothers (Mark/Quinn, Quogan)**

Mark was pushing her away. Everything he did and everything he said (or rather, didn't say) was just wrong. Quinn had no choice but to break up with him, he never showed any emotion or any concern when she needed him the most. She needed someone she could depend on, someone who would listen, and offer their help. As she felt pushed farther away from Mark with every kiss and every conversation, she was pushed closer to Logan, who was always there. He was perfect; no wonder she was pushed right into his arms.

**5.Shut Up and Let Me Go-The Ting Tings (Mark/Quinn, hint of Quogan)**

Everyone wondered how Quinn had gotten sucked into Mark's grip; he seemed to control everything she did. They could tell he was hurting her, not necessarily physically, but she was getting damaged. Every kiss was torture, all the time they spent together was a nightmare for her. She needed a savior, someone to get Mark to let her go. She needed to be free of this and with someone better, who would never hurt her.

**6.Lost-Menudo (Quogan)**

Logan Reese was losing his mind for this girl. Every time he thought of her, he almost lost all control. He had liked her for a while, but she had had a boyfriend, and he respected the guy code. Now that she was single, he felt like he was going insane. What would people say? He didn't even think she noticed him. He decided to go for it and ask her out. He went up nervously and talked to her, stuttering the whole time. _I probably look so lost _he thought, but to his surprise, she said yes to his attempt at asking her out, and they have both been happy ever since.

**7.Awake & Alive-Scott Bennett (Quogan)**

Before, he had felt lost and trapped, trapped in this stupid stereotypical rich kid reputation. Now that he had started dating Quinn, Logan had never felt so great. Everyone noticed he seemed so much more alive, more alert. She had gotten him to accept new things, like science. Before, he would never have believed it if someone told him in 8th grade when girls came to PCA that he would be dating Quinn, the science nerd, the target of many of his teasings. But now, after getting to know her and all of her amazing qualities, he would have never believed it if someone told him he wasn't going to date a girl like her, the perfect girl for him.

**8.I'm Shakin'-Rooney (Choey)**

Chase still couldn't believe his luck in life as he sat with Zoey in the hammock. "Chase, you're shaking," she laughed. It's true, he was shaking. He was shaken up over the fact that he had finally gotten his dream girl, he was finally happy. It all seemed too good to be true. The day of the prom was one of the best days of his life, and he would definitely never forget it.

**9.Stutter-The Piper Downs (Quogan)**

Logan couldn't believe the effect Quinn had on him. He had always been the smooth talker before when it came to the ladies, but now, he didn't know what was going on. Ever since she had broken up with Mark, Logan seemed to see her in a different light. He had no problem teasing her before, whether it was behind her back or right to her face. Now, every time he was near her, he couldn't even finish a whole sentence. All he managed to do was stutter.

**10.Permanent Midnite-Saucy Monky (Quogan)**

Logan and Quinn wanted to keep their relationship out of the spotlight, which is why they kept it a secret. This wasn't too bad, except for the fact that they had to wait until about midnight to meet up for their make out sessions. This was their favorite time of the day because they got to be with each other, which is what they loved. They wished this moment of the day would last forever, they could be together, in a permanent midnight.

**A/N: Okay, they are kind of silly I know, but oh well. I also realize that most of them are Quogan, but I couldn't help myself, they are the cutest couple ever! :) **

**Here are my tags, sorry if you've been tagged before but im not keeping track or anything so um yeah:**

PimpKuja

Quogan4L

PnayBabyGurl

Music of the wind

STOPshannon

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The Tagging Game by kelren5


Whispered Confessions

**Whispered Confessions**

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**Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101.**

**Rating: K**

**AN: This is still going by the show, like how everyone is and everything. Everything that has happened in the show has happened with just a little more added on. It sounds confusing, I know, but once you read it you'll understand...I hope!**

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**Quinn's POV**

I was sitting in chemistry directy in front of him. Today was the same as just about every other day since we broke up. We've hardly spoken at all in the month we haven't been together. He's gone his way and I've gone mine. Am I happy? No, not really. Even though it was mostly my decision to break-up, it hurt then and it still does.

We just got where we found our relationship almost impossible to keep secret anymore. Both of us were just too afraid to let anyone find out about us. What would people think? I mean honestly, the smartest girl in school dating the hottest AND most popular guy in school. Impossible! We knew no one would understand, so when we thougoht we couldn't stand not being able to kiss or hug or even hold hands in public any longer and we were still too afraid of what people would think of us, I suggested we take a "break." It wasn't what I wanted and by the look on his face, I'm guessing it wasn't what he wanted either.

We promised we'd still be friends and at the time I thought we would, but it got to be too awkward and we just talked occasionally. I've tried to move on and I thought I was doing pretty well with it, but then he has to go and say something sweet and have every memory of us come flooding back into my mind. The worst part is, I can't even tell my best friends why I'm so upset. Today in chemistry (remember I sit in front of him) our teacher began to talk all about, well, chemistry. Since mine and Logan's desks are touching, I can feel his every move. I felt him lean forward and I tensed instantly. He stayed that way for only a second before he started to whisper things that only the two of us could hear.

"You know, I can't ever get you off my mind. You have the prettiest brown eyes I've ever seen. You're the nicest and sweetest person I've ever met. You're gorgeous. You always smell so good; just like peppermints. I love how you do your hair, you know with all the braids. You're the weirdest person I know, and yet somehow, the best."

When he got done talking, I turned around with tears in my eyes.

"I still like you. A lot."

I know it was lame, but it was the best I could do.

"Miss Pensky," the teacher asked when he noticed me turned around, "is there something that you and Mr. Reese would like to share with the class?"

I began to shake my head no, but Logan said yes and stood up. Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me up next to him.

"Quinn and I are dating. Again."

Logan then squeezed my hand and sat back down as I did the same. Our teacher rolled his eyes and all the students began to look at each other and whisper. We were talked about for weeks, but now it's pretty much back to normal. People still gossip about us now and then, but we are ok wtih it. Our friends actually weren't as shocked as we thought they'd be. They were really great about everything. As for Logan and I, well we're perfect!

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Whispered Confessions by foreverdreams3


From The Rooftops

A/n: Just a fluffy C/Z one-shot.

**_From the rooftops_**

Everyone noticed Chase and Zoey had been spending a lot of time together recently. It didn't surprise or bother their friends, everyone was just waiting for him to confess. Truth was Chase had the hugest crush on his friend, but didn't want to risk it all by telling her. Zoey's feeling were a mystery. her girlfriends had long suspected that she may indeed return the affection, but had always got a shrug when they quizzed her.
"Ok, it's your turn so you pick the DVD. I'm busy I'll be back in like ten minutes I promise ok." He told her.
"Um... ok. Where?"
"Box under my bed..." he shrugged, and with that final statementhe disappeared out of the room. Zoey kneeled at the end of his bed and tugged the hefty box from underneath it.

There was a section full of DVD's and several other curiosities. She picked up an open book, it appeared to be blank. She flippe a page back and saw that it was his journal. She knew she oughta put it away but after reading only a few sentences her worries were relieved. It was true. Chase Matthews had a crush on her. She smiled to herself, proud that she could act without caution. Then her smile faded. She picked up an orange CD case with the words 'Zoey Time Capsule' on it. She recognised it beforehand.
"How did..." The story suddenly seemed to click. She felt invaded, violated, and betrayed. She stood up, taking the DVD with her, and ran as fast as her feet could take her to brenner hall.

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"RIP HIS THROAT OUT!" Lola said, outraged.
"I'd kill him. That's SO out of bounds!" Nicole squeaked.
"I can't believe he did that!" Quinn sounded disgusted at her friends behaviour.
"Me neither." Zoey sighed, staring at the DVD.
"What're you going to do about it?" Lola questioned. She could see how upset her friend was, how could someone who loved her so much make her look that tearful? There was a knock at the door. Quinn jumped up and opened it, her plaits bobbing behind her.
"Oh it's you..." She said awkwardly. "Zoey." Quinn turned to see if Zoey wanted to talk to Chase, who was standing behind her looking clueless.
"Hey Chase." Zoey said bouncily, alarming all her girlfriends.

"You ok, you kinda ran off."
"Yeah." Zoey grinned, laughing it off as her girlfriends looked on in shock. "I got my period and I had to come down here." She smiled. Chase blushed and became awkward. He couldn't handle 'girl issues'
"Oh uh... ok..." She could tell he was flustered. She skipped towards the door.
"Coming or what?" She held the door open and allowed Chase to walk out.

"What're you doing?" Lola hissed at Zoey.
"Are you insane?" Nicole and Quinn chanted.
"Look I... I'll think of something." She promised them, before disappearing off after her bushy haired friend.

As soon as they were in his dorm room Zoey locked the door. Chase looked innocently confused.
"Sit." Zoey instructed coldly.
"Huh?"
"Chase sit down." Chase didn't want to argue with Zoey, so he did as he was told, knowing that if Logan his obnoxious roommate had been around he would have accused him of being whipped. "Do you like me?" She asked bluntly.
"Like you?" he questioned, trying to avoid the awkward situation this was bound to lead to.
"Don't as me what I mean Chase you know what I mean do you like me yes or no?" She demanded, crossing her arms, having kept the DVD hidden.
"I... um... you see..."
"Spit it out Matthews!" She ordered, Chase instantly missed the bubbly Zoey from a few moments ago.
"Yes, yes I do. There I said it, Happy!" He blabbed.
"Ecstatic." Zoey said suddenly alarmingly calm. She stood up, flicked the DVD out of it's case and put it on.

"Hi I'm Zoey Brooks and if you're watching this it must be 20 years from now I bet a lot of stuff's changed since I went to PCA..." The DVD Zoey piped up. Chase gulped.
"Where'd that come from?" He said, his throat drying. How could he have been so stupid as to forget to rebury that.
"Box under your bed." Zoey said coolly. It unnerved him. He could tell she was furious.
"So having Nicole as my roommate is definitely one of the best things about my life here at PCA. And now I wanna tell you about one of the most special people I've ever met. His name is Chase Matthews..." He grabbed the remote and paused it unable to bare the tension.

"I didn't watch it." He swore
"I don't believe you." Zoey cried out.
"Well it's true... ask Michael." Chase said hoping to help.
"MICHAEL TOO!" She screeched, sounding more and more upset by the minute.
"Zoey I swear on my life I didn't watch it and neither did Michael. I was gonna, then I felt bad and turned it off." He breathed.
"Well, gimme the remote." Zoey ordered.
"Huh?"
"Chase don't test me!" She said irately. "Give it." Chase very reluctantly handed her the remoted. He saw her finger dart for play.
"I hope it says I'm a huge jerk and a total dolt." He mumbled darkly.
"It doesn't." Zoey said coolly. She hit play

"And he's one of the funniest, coolest, nicest guys at this school. He's my shoulder to cry on when things go wrong. I know that i could leave my diary open infront of him and he wouldn't look because I trust him." Chase gulped, feeling sick at invading her privacy. "But it's a good thing he doesn't read my diary, because I mention him quite a bit." Chase sank lower in his chair.

"For a long time I've suspected he has a crush on me. Which I hope I'm right about coz otherwise I seem totally conceited right now. I've been thinking about it a lot. I guess... ok. I have a crush on him too. It'll be interesting to see in 20 years time, what, if anything, happened with the two of us." Zoey pressed pause.
"I... I don't know what to say..." He breathed honestly.
"You could try 'I'm sorry'." Zoey suggested, feeling devastated. This was not how Chase was supposed to discover her feelings. Chase was still in shock at Zoey revealing she too had a crush on him.
"I wouldn't read your diary." He promised. "And I shouldn't have dug up the time capsule... curiosity is an evil evil thing." he told her. "And love is... well love makes you do really REALLY stupid stuff. I'm sorry Zo... forgive me?"
"What you did was wrong Chase. Really wrong. I don'y know if I can forgive you." Chase felt his heart breaking. If she felt even just a fraction of what he felt for her it must be tearing her up inside and he felt so awful.

Zoey absently pulled at aloose thread in the couch.
"I know it was wrong..." He sighed. "Zoey... I love you."
"Hm..." She said caguely as though she was only half listening. "But instead of telling me you betrayed my trust. You violated my privacy. You COULD have just asked me out but... you had to make sure you were going to get the answer you wanted." Zoey felt the tears, stinging the back of her eyes. Her voice was weak.
"Zoey please... don't cry. I'm not worth it Zo..."
"You think." She said sarcastically. Chase shrugged.

"I'm sorry. And I love you. And I can scream it from the rooftops and it wouldn't change your mind would it?" Zoey shook her head. "What COULD change your mind? Ask and I'll do it." He promised her. For a long moment there was silence, Chase sighed again, knowing he'd well and truly screwed up. Knowing that she had indeed had a crush on him but it was over now was worse than never having her.
"Kiss me." She said suddenly.
"But I thought you were mad at.." He started.
"Chase, don't argue with me. Just do it." She instructed. Her voice showed no emotion at all. Chase was worried. He knew she was mad but he wasn't sure how mad.

Very apprehensively, Chase kissed her. He was cautious, incase she turned round and smacked him, which he felt he would totally deserve. Srprisingly though, she didn't hit him, she kissed him back, roughly. he could tell just from her kiss she was really mad, and was devastated when he noticed she was crying. He raised his hands to cup her face, trying to wipe away her tears. She didn't allow that, and pulled his hands away from her face, settling them on her shoulders. She opened her mouth a little, turning the kiss french. It took a VERY long time but eventually she broke off. She continued to cry silently.
"Y'ok?" He asked, staring at her quizzically. That was NOT how their first kiss was meant to be.
"No." She whispered. "That should've felt wrong! I should SO hate you right now but..."
"But..." He asked hopefully.
"But all I want to do is that again." She sobbed.
"Please Zo... please stop crying. Please." He begged.

"Chase you're my friend. You shouldn't have dug up that capsule."
"I know." He said sadly. "And I get the feeling I'll be paying for it all through high school. He raised his hand to dfiddle with her hair. She flinched away. For over an hour they sat in an unbearable silence. Curfew was fastly approaching, the California sun was about to set before she stood up to leave.
"Goodbye Chase."
"Want me to walk you back to your dorm?" he queried.
"No." She said curtly.
"Um... ok... I love you?" It was such a lame thing to say and really random, but he meant it, and wanted her to know it.
"I'm not sure how I feel about you anymore Chase. I thought I could trust you..." And with that she left. He felt miserable.

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"Hey..." Zoey said stepping out onto the sunned rooftop of the boys dorm. "You mad at me?" She asked him cautiously.
"No, are you mad at me?" He asked, apprehensive.
"Not right now... should I be?" She added nervously.
"Probably." He still felt guilty about what he did. Zoey sat on the deck chair.
"Yell it from the rooftoops Chase." She pleaded, laying back, closing her eyes to the sun.
"Yell what?"
"If you love me so much... tell them." She indicated over the edge vaguely. Chase looked thoughtful. He knew this was her revenge. He crossed to the side, so everyone could see him. Clearing his throat he yelled.

"I'M IN LOVE WITH ZOEY BROOKS! YOU HEAR ME PCA! I SAID I LOVE ZOEY BROOKS!"
"Nice try Chase!" yelled Logan, who was sat below with Dustin and Michael. "She's not here!" Logan was of course being his usual self.
"No!" Zoey called, leaning over the edge. "She's up here!" Zoey straightened up and turned to face him. "You're forgiven."
"Thanks... friends again?" He asked hopefully.
"Phht... yeah right." Chase looked hurt. "Chase c'mere." She raised her arms and slid them around his neck. From below, Dustin, Logan, and Michael watched in interest, getting a good visual but not audio.

"You wanna kiss me?" Zoey asked. Chase nodded slowly, suddenly aware that a girl who by all rights oughta hate his guts had him leaning over the edge of a very tall building. "Then what's stopping you?"
"I guess I need permission."
"You got it." She smiled softly. Chase wasted no time, leaning in and kissing her softly. Below Logan yelled.
"ABOUT TIME!" Zoey broke off and giggled. She then threw the DVD backwards over her shoulder and pulling Chase back to kiss her. The DVD very nearly hit Logan. "WATCH IT!" He cried, shielding his hair from any more objects that might fall.

"I love you." Zoey said. "Just... don't go through my stuff." She pleaded.
"Speaking of which... did you read my journal?" He questioned. Zoey facefaulted.
"Chase... shut up and kissed me." He did as instructed, kissing her deeply, his arms around her waist glad that this time she wasn't crying. Whilst Logan muttered below something about assaults on his hair.

A/n: There we go. Done. REVIEW NOW.

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From The Rooftops by Kitten The Kokeshi Doll


Shattered

**A/N-** So I'm writing this cause I'm kind of in a sad mood. I figured this was the best way to get it out, but it didn't help much. Taylor Swift, being sad, and FanFiction don't mix well.

I hope you like it even though it's super sad.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Zoey101.

**Shattered:

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She had known all along. She was just a replacement. She couldn't help it though, she had fallen, and she fell hard. Secretly she hoped that maybe he was using his new girl to make her jealous. In her mind though she knew it wasn't so. She had found out that they dated while she was in France. And they dated for a good five or six months. They had broken up because she cheated with Mark Delfiggalo, but she promised she would never do it again. And even though everyone, including him, knew she was cheating on him again they stayed together. Dana just doesn't understand why Logan would put himself back in the same situation again.

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When Dana came back from France to find Logan who hadn't been with Quinn for about a month wanting to date her, she jumped at the chance. Somehow she had known all along that he was just going to hurt her. And that's exactly what happened.

And yet, she still loves him.

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Dana watches Logan and Quinn walk around campus hand in hand and it makes her almost physically ill. She just can't handle it. People always told her about how much he liked her, except one person she talked to, who told her that he thought Logan had liked her, but that he likes Quinn a lot. Dana sits silently watching Quinn cheat on Logan, and Logan just deal with it. She can't stand to just sit by and watch, but what else can she do? She loves him more than herself, but she can't make him love her.

Dana has always been this strong girl, who really didn't care about guys. But, when Logan Reese entered her life, her walls crumpled and she fell in love. She doesn't understand how she can care so much about this person who doesn't even talk to her anymore, all she knows is that she has never felt this way about someone before. She had the butterflies, the heart flutters, the nervousness. And she still does, and that in itself worries her. What worries her most though, is knowing that she'll never stop loving him, and she doesn't know if he'll ever love her again. He did love her, just not as much as he loved Quinn.

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Logan and Dana had a good relationship. Logan always tried to make her feel better when she was upset and he always told her he loved her. And Dana did the same for him. He had claimed to hate Quinn, but then she noticed him start to talk about her a little bit again, and then they started dating again. He didn't cheat or anything, they had been an on then off couple, but they had stayed friends. Until Quinn came back into the picture. After that he wanted nothing to do with her.

And it shattered her.

**Shattered.**

**A/N:** Wow, is all I can say. I didn't expect it to come out the way it did. But, whatever. I'm undecided about whether or not I like it.

R&R please?

- Katie.

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Shattered by HLP - Katon


Love Just Is

A/n: Short fluffy one shot.

Love just is

Love. Such a short word yet so freakin hard to describe. Love is when I show up late, my alarm having failed, I've run to class, slopped milk down my untucked shirt and my skirt is on sideways, yet he still finds it in him to say
"Good morning beautiful." Laced with sarcasm as it is I know he means it. Love is when I trip in basketball and he says
"Nice going Cruz!" Yet he still comes over to check on me.

Love is when I'm tired and I fall asleep on the couch. It's when he calls me hopeless and carries me upstairs. It's when he thinks I'm asleep and he touches my face softly and mumbles
"You're an idiot."

Love is when he's the only one who can make me cry. Nobody makes Dana Cruz cry. But love is when he's the only one who can make me laugh. Love is when I hit him and he goes ballistic, then smirks and says
"Nice shot though."

Love is that day in 10th grade he kissed me. A wacky feeling. Floating on air. I'm flying a million miles away just because Logan Reese kissed me. That's love. Then, he had the gall to pull back and say
"Meh, you're not half bad."

Love is when he took me home. It wasn't about sex. It wasn't about dirt. It was about cuddling. And arguing. We're good at arguing. Good at cuddling too. I know it's love when he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. Hearing his heart beat with mine. Feeling him nuzzle my neck gently.
"You wear too much perfume."

Love was the day he proposed. Threw a ring box at me and grinned cheekily.
"Dana, we've been living together for long enough, you gonna marry me or what?" (Love was also the size of the ring... wow)

Love is the day I wore white. The day he made me change my name. The day he said 'I do' and when I said 'I do' his reply was.
"Yeah, you'd better." Before kissing me.

See with Logan love is different. Love is something weird. It's that feeling that really charges me up, but at the same time gets me down. See I don't know who invented love or why it's so confusing. I don't know WHAT love is exactly.

Love just... is.

A/n: Done. Shortest fic evvvvurrr.

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Love Just Is by Kitten The Kokeshi Doll


Take me away

Take me away

_**Take me away**_

_I can not find a way to describe it. It's there inside all I do is hide. I wish that it would just go away what would you do you?_

**Zoey proverb**

I feel lost and afraid. I feel like a part of me is missing. I just want this feeling to go away. I hate hiding from my friends but I don't think there's anything they could do to help me. I really don't want to worry James either.

_All the pain I thought I knew all the thoughts lead back to you back to what was never said back and forth inside my head. I can't handle this confusion I'm unable come and take me away._

I called Chase last night but he didn't answer the phone. I don't know why but I have a felling that the cause of all my pain is Chase. I'm confused and I can't handle it anymore. I wish that one of my friends would take me away from here.

_I feel like I am all alone all by myself I need to get around this. My words are cold I don't want them to hurt you. If I show you I don't think you understand because no one understands._

Even when Quinn and Lola are with me I feel alone. I feel like I'm by myself when I'm with my boyfriend. Quinn thinks I'm in I love you shock what ever that is. I left before they could tell me. I made Quinn cry last night. I didn't mean to she said that I was upset because I missed Chase and I got angry. I called her a skunk bag and spazz. Then she ran into the bathroom sobbing. She must have come back to the room after I was asleep. They don't understand and I don't expect any of them to understand.

_I'm going no where on and on and I'm getting no where on and on. I'm going nowhere off and on and off and on._

I think I hear someone coming into the room but I could be wrong. I heard someone say "Zoe can I ask you something? I want to know if you still love me."

I thought it was James so I said no that the one I loved was far away. It wasn't James it was Chase!

I smiled and said "I'm not going any where and if you heard what I said you would know that I love you. I've felt lost without you. Can you take me away from here I can't deal with this stress. I want to know everything about what happened while you were far away from me."

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Take me away by Music of the wind


Silly Littttle hearts

_Silly Little Hearts_

**That silly boy just can't see.**

**What those silly little heart in my notebook mean to me.**

**What they stand for and what they mean.**

**whats in my heart remains on seen. **

**Those silly little hearts are carefully placed.**

**But when the teacher walks by there erased.**

**He ask me what the hearts are for.**

**But I don't answer, I just draw more.**

**But theres one big heart in the back,not like the rest.**

**For some reason I like it best.**

**It say C/Z are forever.**

**Which means were always gonna be together.**

**I just wish he'd find out what the hearts are for.**

**So I would have to hide that big heart any more.**

_**This is zoey's pov.**_

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Silly Littttle hearts by Temperance Alibella Potter


Mondays

**Mondays**

Mondays. Mondays are the dreaded day. Adults have to go back to work. Kids have to go back to school. Everyone's tired from the weekend.

It seems like Mondays are the only day for me when something goes wrong. I forget to finish my Geography homework or I have to break up an early morning spat between Nicole and Dana. It's always one thing that goes wrong but I get over it. Well, this monday is different. On this paticular monday, everything went wrong.

The day started out normally. I got up, took a shower, got dressed, etc. You know the routine. I went to go get some coffee with Chase before we went to our first class. As soon as I went to take a sip of it some gou dressed in a PCA Stingray suit was running extremely fast and ran right into Chase, who ran into me, spilling my scalding hot coffee all over me. "I'm sorry. Oh my gosh! I am so sorry, Zoe!" Chase apologized over and over.

"It's ok. I'm gonna go run back to my dorm to change my shirt. Cover for me with Ms. Stinson, ok?" I asked him. Our teacher, Ms. Stinson practically has a heart attack when someone is late to class. She always says,"You people have no excuse to be late to my English class. You live here. Get alarm clocks, and use them!"

So I rushed back and changed clothes. I got to class about thirty secounds after the bell rang. Chase gave me a sympathetic look from his seat. Ms. Stinson was in an awful mood. She looked at me and all she said was,"You're late Miss Brooks. Detention."

Detention?! I had never gotten a detention in my entire life.I started to protest," But Ms. Stinson, I-"

She cut me off,"I don't want to hear it, Miss Brooks. I am not in a good mood. Be in the detention hall at three o'clock sharp or you'll have two more detentions."

"Yes Mam," I said as I sat down.

After class Chase and I walked out. "Zoey I'm so sorry you got detention. I tried to exsplain that you had just got hot coffee dumped on you but she didn't listen," Chase exsplained.

"Don't worry about it. Detentions not that long. Only two and a half hours. Plus, look on the bright side- I can do my homework without having to listen to Nicole and Dana argue," I pointed out.

"There's a plus!" Chase said excitedly.

"Yeah, I have to get to Pre-Cal or I'll have another detention. See ya later," I dashed toward my class but there was no one in there. It turned out that they were in the computer room to work on a project that I had completely forgotten about. Luckily my teacher Mr. Knight is very nice but I missed 3/4 of the class so I didn't get much done. I have to do it all tonight.

The rest of the day went worse than I exspected it to be. After Pre-Calculas my mom called telling me that our old german sheperhd, Nakita was hit by a car ( I cried), I failed a history quiz, I forgot my lunch money back at my dorm so I didn't have lunch, and I twisted my ankle and stubbed my toe because I tripped over a gigantic rock that was in the middle of the sidewalk.

In detention they didn't let me work on any of my school work. I just had to sit there and stare at a wall Plus there was a kid with red hair who kep having gas. I felt like I was in jail. After it was finally 5:30 and they let us go I was starving, my foot was throbbing, I was as stressed as I have ever been at PCA because of all my homework and I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment because I was so exhausted.

Just as I walked out the door I heard someone ask,"Did you have a bad day?"

I turned around and there was Chase, leaning on the brick wall, a take out bag from Sushi Rox in his hand. He smiled. I did my best to hobble over to the wall.

"I did," I said,"How'd ya know?"

"It's Monday," Chase replied.

"I hate Mondays," I replied bitterly.

"Me too. I think everyone does. I knew you'd be hungry so I got you some sushi," Chase said.

"Thanks. Wanna sit?" I asked.

"Sure." We sat together on a bench by a fountain eating in silence.

"So what else made your day so bad besides the coffee and the detention?" He asked. I told him about my calculas project, my dead dog, the lunch money, and my twisted throbbing ankle.

He looked at me with worry and said,"Ow. Let me see." He gently picked up my left ankle and studied it,"That doesn't look good, Zoe. I think it may be more than just a twisted ankle. We'd better get you to the nurse."

"Maybe you're right," I said, frustrated with how badly my day was going. I stood up and yelped in pain.

"Here, don't freak out. I'm gonna pick you up," And before I knew it I was in Chase's arms on my way to the nurse.

"Oh, Chase this isn't really nessacary. I can walk," I said in what I knew was going to be a useless arguement. Chase always looks out for me. Kinda like my brother.

"If you walk on it, it may get worse," he said.

When we got to the nurse's office she examined it and announced that it was sprained. I have to use crutches for a week. I think I'd rather have Chase carry me around all week. It felt good to have someone to hold me and to care for me so deeply.

When we got back to my room I thanked him for the sushi and he thanked me for the good night we had spent together. I felt an odd feeling sweep over me. It was the same feeling that I get when I had a crush on Leonardo Dicaprio in 1999. It couldn't be...I didn't like Chase, did I? At first I was in denial and than I thought back to all of the times he'd been there for me. It seemed so obvious, I should have realized that I liked him a long time ago.

"Hey, Chase?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you do me a favor?" I asked.

"Anything."

"Kiss me," I said.

And he did. I love Mondays.

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A/N: It's fall break and I haven't been able to stop writing. I love it!

Review please!

Noelle

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Mondays by Noelle Joi


Writing to You

**AN: Okay, so this is supposed to be CZ. **

**Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101 or the song 'P.S. I'm still not over you' by Rihanna.**

**--**

Zoey Brooks sat at the kitchen table of her apartment. She lived in New York City with her best friend, Nicole Bristow. She still had her blond hair, and it had grown out a lot. The girls are 19 now, and are in college at NYU.

**Whats up?I know we haven't spoken for a whileBut I was thinkin bout youAnd it kinda made me smileSo many things to sayAnd I'll put em in a letterThought it might be easierThe words might come out better**

Zoey stared at her blank piece of paper, thinking of what to write. She was planning on writing a letter to Chase Matthews, her ex-boyfriend. They had been best friends in high school, actually all through their PCA years. They broke up a few weeks after graduation, and hadn't spoken since. She looked at her paper again, and began to write.

**How's your mother, how's your little brother?Does he still look just like you?So many things I wanna know the answers toWish I could press rewindAnd rewrite every lineTo the story of me and you**

Nicole had just entered the room, brushing her waist-length highlighted brown hair. She looked at Zoey and smiled. She had been the one to convince Zoey that she needed to get in touch with Chase again. It would be good for her, Nicole knew. She peered over Zoey's shoulder but Zoey pushed her away. Zoey then continued writing.

**Don't you know I've tried and I've triedTo get you out my mindBut it don't get no betterAs each day goes byAnd I'm lost and confusedI've got nothin to loseHope to hear from you soonP.S. I'm still not over youStill not over you**

_Dear Chase,_

_How are you? It's been a while since I've talked to you. Michael told me you are doing great with your degree in writing. You are at Brown University, right? I have so many things I'd like to ask you. I thought a letter would be a better way to talk to you, then calling or something. _

_How's your mom? How's your sister? Is she still at PCA? Do you like it at Brown? I bet it's nice there. Nicole says hi. I live with her, did you know that. You probably didn't, you probably don't care either. Michael says you don't like to talk about what happened between us. That's fine, I really don't like talking about it either. _

_I still have all your letters that you wrote me at PCA. I have all the pictures too. I couldn't imagine throwing them out. I've tried to get you out of my mind, but I just can't. I think about you all the time, Chase. I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but I need to tell someone. Nicole doesn't understand. Did you hear that Logan and Dana are together? They are trying not to kill each other. Quinn and Logan broke up about a month ago. They say the feeling was mutual, they just didn't have that spark anymore. Michael and Lola are together, but you probably knew that since you and Mike still talk._

_Sorry for rambling on, it's just that I miss you. You are the only one that didn't come to NYU. It's weird. I wish you were here with us. It's not the same without you. Even though you aren't here, we still manage to bring you up in conversation._

_Hope to hear from you,_

_Zoey Brooks_

_P.S. - I Miss You._

**Excuse me, I really didn't mean to ramble onBut there's a lot of feelings that remain since you've been goneI guess you thought that I would put it all behind meBut it seems there's always somethin right there to remind meLike a silly joke, or somethin on the t.v.Boy it aint easy**

Zoey stood and put the letter in the envelope. She wrote the address Michael had given her neatly on the front. On the flap she wrote her return address. She put a stamp on it and put on her shoes.

**When I hear our songI get that same old feelingWish I could press rewindTurn back the hands of timeAnd I shouldn't be telling you**

"Nicole! I'm going to the post office. Be back in a while." Zoey yelled down the hall.

"Alright. I'll be here." With that, Zoey left.

She walked quickly down to the post office and in the doors. She went up to the desk and handed the lady the letter. The lady checked it and said thank you. Zoey started walking home, slowly.

**Don't you know I've tried and I've triedTo get you out my mindBut it don't get no betterAs each day goes byAnd I'm lost and confusedI've got nothin to loseHope to hear from you soonP.S. I'm still not over youStill not over you**

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A week later, Nicole brought the mail into the apartment. She smiled at Zoey and held up an envelope. It was address to Zoey Brooks. Zoey would've known that handwriting anywhere. She ripped it open and began reading.

**Did you know I kept all of your picturesDon't have the strength to part with them yetOh no...Tried to erase the way your kisses tasteBut some things a girl can never forget**

_Dear Zoey,_

_I'm fine. How are you? Yes, I'm at Brown. Writing is great. I love it here. How's NYU? My mom is great, and Sara is too. Yea, she's still at PCA. She likes Dustin actually, but don't tell him. She would kill me. Hi, Nicole. Yes, I did know that you live with Nicole. You act like I don't care about you at all. I can't get you out of my mind either. Yes, I knew about Dana and Logan. I'm happy for them. I heard about Quinn and Logan too. Do you think that just because I'm down here at Brown I don't know anything about our friends? You weren't rambling. I know the feeling. It's weird for me to not be with you guys anymore. Glad to know you guys didn't forget me. I miss you too._

_Love, Chase._

Zoey smiled at the letter, and folded it up. She showed it to Nicole later, and Nicole thought it was sweet. As she laid in bed that night, Zoey was glad she'd written to Chase. She couldn't believe that she thought he wouldn't write back. Of course he would, he's not that mean.

**Don't you know I've tried and I've triedTo get you out my mindBut it don't get no betterAs each day goes byAnd I'm lost and confusedI've got nothin to loseHope to hear from you soonP.S. I'm still not over youStill not over you**

Zoey fell asleep that night, thinking about what she would say in her return letter to Chase. It was good to be thinking about him again, without problems.

**AN: Okay, so this is my first CZ oneshot. Tell me what you think. Two oneshots in two days, wow. I'm proud of myself.**

**-Breanna**

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Writing to You by rockstar1212


Hello

Disclaimer: I do not own anything! Although I wish I did...

**Hello**

The moment he pulled away from Quinn Pensky was the moment Logan Reese realized something.

_My god, I-I love HER!_

_**I've been alone with you inside my mind
And in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times
I sometimes see you pass outside my door
Hello, is it me you're looking for? **_

"I-I gotta go Quinn." The boy said and rushed off.

"LOGAN! WAIT! WHERE?!" She yelled at him, not expecting an answer, but shocked when he

turned around and answered her.

"TO FIGURE OUT SOMETHING!" He said, and ran to reach his dream girl.

_Figure out something?_ She thought, walking back to find the gang.

_Maybe he's getting something?...for me?_

_**I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your smile
You're all I've ever wanted, and my arms are open wide
'Cause you know just what to say
And you know just what to do
And I want to tell you so much, I love you ... **_

She rushed up and told the rest of her friends about what happened. After shocked glances and puzzled

looks, they tried to figure out where he might be.

Running through the darkness, the gang of friends found themselves at the basketball courts, and hid

behind the bleachers. Seeing a tan, Latina girl. Shooting free throws.

"DAMN! Why won't they go in?!" She screamed, obviously frustrated. Sighing, she put the ball back

into her grasp and set herself for another shot.

The kids behind the bleachers were frightened, but continued to watch...

A tall man came up behind her and helped her with the shot.

"Here boo. Do it like this." He smirked and put his hands over hers. Bending her legs she let the shot

go, making a beautiful "SWISH" sound. She turned around and faced him.

"I'm not your boo." She looked at him straight in the eye.

_**
I long to see the sunlight in your hair
And tell you time and time again how much I care
Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow
Hello, I've just got to let you know **_**
**

He pushed the hair out of her face and looked at her face, which the moonlight was reflecting beautifully

off of.

He leaned in and whispered something in her ear, something that flattered, flustered, and angered her...

All at the same time.

"I wish you were my boo." He said and walked off.

"REESE!" She screamed, unaware of the people behind the bleachers witnessing this whole scene.

He turned around and looked at her.

"Yes, Dana?" He smirked. She smiled and they just stood there, looking at each other for a minute or so.

_**
'Cause I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely, or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying, I love you ... **_

"I...I wanna be your boo." She said and smiled. Quinn was tearing up behind the bleachers, the teenagers

were sitting there, jaws dropped, eyes gone wide.

They leaned in and kissed, savoring every moment.

"It was you I was looking for this whole time." She said and hugged him.

"I love you boo." He said and hugged her back.

"I love you too baby." She said and closed her eyes, feeling safe in his arms, comfortable.

_So he figured it out. He loves HER. Dana Cruz. Not Quinn, but Dana. _

Quinn Pensky sat behind the bleachers, crying. She was sad, but very happy. She knew they'd somehow

end up together. She just didn't think it would happen the day it did.

_**Hello, is it me you're looking for?
'Cause I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying ... I love you **_

**Cute little oneshot! I was bored. Review and tell me if you liked it! I liked the idea. Check out **

**all of my other stories. Tell me what you think!**

**-Talar**

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Hello by becks-castle41319


Touch Me, Taste Me

"I'm always right. What's the point?"

"No. Let's go again. Put it back on."

Logan laughs, but ties the bandanna around his eyes again and slips back into darkness, the world around him sharper to his other senses.

He hears the scrape of the cup as it is pushed forward, feels Michael's hand stabilising his grip on the slidy plastic.

Logan lifts the cup to his lips and waits for the liquid to touch his taste-buds. He can already smell the flavour but says nothing.

He smacks his lips, and then smiles. "Cranberry-grape."

His smile widens as both Micheal and Chase make small noises of approval, and he pushes away the cup.

"Next one," Chase mutters, and Logan reaches forward for the next cup. Chase's fingers linger on his for a second too long, but again, he stays silent.

Logan slurps, licks his lips, ignores the way they tingle as he feels Chase's intent gaze on him.

"Apple-cherry," he declares, and his friends let out twin cries of amazement.

"Dude, that's incredible," comes Michael's awe struck voice, and Logan doesn't hear Chase's remark, so assumes he must have nodded his agreement, as he so often does, Jewish afro bobbing with muted enthusiasm.

"I could do this all day," Logan boasts as always, his gigantic ego ego inflated by the small praises. "I told you, I'm always right."

"Right," Chase says, his tone amused. Michael begins to snicker, and Logan, strangely vulnerable without his sight, puts up his guard- he knows they are up to no good.

"Here," Michael finally manages, "try this one."

Logan grips the cup and takes a swig of completely neutral liquid.

He frowns, appearing to observe the cup through the thick cloth over his eyes. "Nice try, guys. I'm not stupid. This is just plain water."

"Yeah," Chase replies, suppressing laughter, "but where's it from?"

Logan raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "The tap?"

"The toilet," his friends sputter, exploding into gut-clenching peals of mirth as Logan rips of the bandanna and lunges for their throats.

"Kidding!" Chase wheezes, gripping the counter as he doubles over, his shoulders heaving. "Just... Just kidding!"

Logan stomps off and doesn't speak to either of them for the rest of the day.

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That night, Michael is out with his girl, and Chase is with Zoey.

Logan is alone.

He eyes the phone beside him, his fingers itching to call one of his best friends, to tell them how lonely he is now, how lonely he always gets, how his happiness from money only lasts so long, how much he realises he loves him and supposes he always has, how his pride would never allow him to dial, how he knows he never will.

He sighs and flops back onto the pillow, music playing in his ears. He doesn't hear the door open, but he senses the presence and he sits up to see Chase, eyes red, a weak smile on his face.

Logan's heart, which, despite popular belief, he has, clenches painfully.

Chase spies the black bandanna on the dresser, and picks it up as he makes his way over to Logan's bed and takes a seat.

Logan's heart speeds up as Chase, unusually silent, leans forward as he removes the headphones from his ears and brushes long wavy hair away gently, reaching around to tie the bandanna in place.

In his dark world once again, Logan hears the harshness of his breathing and tries to calm down, strange anticipation rushing through his veins.

Chase's warm hand is on his face, tracing the sharp angles of his features, the other on his shoulder and slowly making its way up his neck.

And if Logan hadn't been expecting this for months, he would've been so freaked out. But he knows Chase has been wondering, fantasising.

Logan's hands shuffle forward blindly until they collide with the rough denim of Chase's jeans, and he slides them up to Chase's chest, gripping the soft material between his fingers, feeling Chase's heart beating just as fast as his beneath his hands.

Chase freezes, and Logan thinks he may have taken it too far too fast before Chase relaxes again, and moves close enough for Logan to feel a clothed leg against his.

Logan can feel Chase's warm breath washing over his lips, and he bites one nervously. Chase makes a quiet noise that Logan chooses not to discern, focusing instead on the shiver he would have missed had his hands not had such a firm grip.

Chase's thumb finds its way across Logan's bottom lip, and in his suprise, Logan lets it go. Logan's heart jumps as Chase's nose bumps his and his lips close as he swallows thickly, his mouth dry. "Wait."

Logan knows it means so much more to him than it does to Chase.

"Do you want this?"

Chase stops.

It's so quiet, Logan imagines that he can hear Chase thinking.

And then Chase's lips brush his and move away, hesitant and unsure, and Logan's stomach twists up, down and around, and Chase has avoided his question. Logan's left hand sneaks up to Chase's hair, and he strokes through the tight curls as he coaxes Chase back to his mouth.

Their lips touch again, and then again, and then a rhythm begins- push, pull, press, yeild- and Chase offers Logan a taste, and Logan takes it eagerly, warmth sweeping through him in waves.

Chase pulls back, gasping a little, and breathes a question into Logan's ear. "What do you taste?"

Logan brings Chase back to his lips and kisses him again, searching for his answer.

Logan tastes tears and salt and orange TicTacs and pain and Zoey and heartbreak and lust and fear and a hundred other distinct flavours he'll have to figure out with time, but he only says one thing. "Perfection."

Chase smiles against his lips and whispers, "You're wrong." Because he knows he'll be going back to Zoey in the morning, and he knows Logan knows it too.

Logan says nothing, but he gives a sad smile, because he knows he's always right.

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**A/N: I saw the beginning of this on Nick the other day, and the idea popped straight into my head. I couldn't stop laughing when they said the toilet water bit in the show- Logan's face killed it.**

**Please, leave a review. :D You lot inspire me.**

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Touch Me, Taste Me by Indifferently Different