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**_Diclaimer:_ I do not own Zoey 101 or any of the characters. If i did Dana would still be on the show and her and Logan would relize they love each other but still keep bickering cause its funny lol. on with the story.**

"Class settle down !! It's Time to present your poems. Dana Cruz is not with us today so I will be reading reading her Poem out loud to the class last. Now lets begin" Mrs. Walsh, a new teacher explained. Logan looked upset that Dana wasn't there but tried not to show it too much. He twidled his thumbs as the students presented none of his friends were in this class. Only Dana.

"Logan Reese" The Teacher called. "Your up"

Logan slowly rose from his seat and walked to the front of the class.

"I Never thought..." Logan continued to tell his poem as the class listened intently.

"Thank you Logan, you may take your seat, I am now going to read Dana's Poem, Everyone listen up." The teacher announced "'Specially you Logan" She whispered to Logan before he walked away. _'why should I listen to Dana's Poem, she wasn't even here to listen to mine' _

"Why do I let you do this to me

Why do I love you

Why do I want you

Why do I need you

Why cant you see

Why cant you see that your killing me

Why cant I see that you dont love me too

Why cant I tell you the truth

Why do I have to act so tough

Why do I have to pretend that I dont care

Why do you have to annoy me so much

Why do you have to be here

Why dont I hate you

Why

Why cant I just say, I hate you

I hate you so much it makes me sick

I hate you so much it makes me weak

I hate you so much it makes me cry

I hate you so much it makes me wanna die

I hate you so much it makes me fall

fall head over heels for nothing at all.

My name is Dana 'Danger' Cruz

and ive fallen hard for a fool whos initals are

L. R.

Guess who it is

Cause i dont care

All I wanted was someone to be there

Yes you've torn down my safety walls

But trust me when I tell you

you've got till midnight thats all

you know where i'll be

im there every night

ive felt you watching me

while out of sight.

Why

Oh Why dont I hate you."

Logan was speechless. _'She loves me !! She loves me like I love her !! YES !! Wait !! she knows ive bin watching her ?? Why didnt she say anything ??!! UHG!!' _

"Class dismissed."

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"Logan !!" Zoey, Chase, Lola, Micheal and Nicole called

"What ??" He asked.

"Where are you going ??" Zoey questioned. It was 11:30 pm. and everyone was in the girls's lounge. Dean Riveres Extended the time for the guys and girls to hang out due to the good behaviour.

"Im going to our dorm, im getting tired" Logan lied and faked a yawn. Nicloe, Micheal and Chase seemed convinced but Zoey and Lola didnt.

"Okay" Nicloe said "Anyways, I was like and he was like and she was like and then we were like, and i was like OMG and he was like OMG and she was like WHATEVER. i think she was totally jelous, dont you think she was totally jelous, you have to think she was totally jelous, i think she tottally jelous." Nicole blabbed to no one in particular. Zoey and Lola continuted a conversation about how Logan was obviously lieing but didnt do anythign about it.

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Dana walked to the beach in her bare feet like she did every night around this time. it was 11:55.

She continued to walk until she reached a spot near the water where 11 medium sized rocks were put in a row leading to one Gigantic rock. Carefully she walked across the rocks and climbed on the bigger one she sat there in her Denim shorts and off the shoulder sweater, jsut watching the moonlight eluminate against the water and the stars twinkle.

"Dana ??" Logan said quetly to the figure sitting on the rock. Dana froze, she didnt think he would come.

"uh huh" was all she could say.

"Mrs. Walsh read you poem to the calss" He said. She nodded, still not facing him. "I came. Its not midnight yet, does that mean you'll give me a chance ??" He asekd sincerely. She nodded again.

"If you had bin in class then you would've heard my poem. But seeing as you didnt i'll just recite it for you now. He walked on the rocks and stood infront of Dana, hands empty. He looked at her stright in the eyes and began.

"I Never thought I could think, feel or act the way I do when im around you,

I know im just the player, who doesnt have a clue

But when i see you

I lose my words,

You leave me speechless just by walking past,

I cant control myself when your near

thats why im so arrogant

its because of fear.

Yes, I Logan Reese admit it now

Im crazy for you

Oh tell me how

How I can win you over

Becuase without you,

Im just another stuck up jerk."

Dana's heart stopped. _'He loves me too ??" _She asked herself.

"Dana, I know what your thinking. But its not a joke, I mean it. Yes Dana, I love you." He said calmly. Dana Gulped

"I. I. I Love you too" She said. Logan climbed up the rock and sat beside Dana, He held her waist but still looked into her eyes.

"Logan, I swear if your playing me I will hurt you so bad you wont be able to move, you'll be hospitalized for years. Maybe even in a coma. If you hurt me I will kill you, so you better not be playi--" Dana was cut off by Logan's lips planted firmly on hers. To her it was the best kiss of her life. To Logan, today was the best day of his life !! They pulled apart slowly and Logan whispered in her ear

"I will never hurt you,

When I look at you I see love

When I kiss you I feel loved

When I hold you hand I get sparks

When I hug you, I never want to let go.

So tell me now and tell me true,

That you indeed, love me too"

"I love you too" Dana whispered loud enough for him to hear.

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**I hope you liked it. Thsi si my first fan fic in zoey 101. Review if you want but im not going to say REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW becuase im writing casue i want to write not for the reviews. Thanks for reading. Bye**

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Untitled by Jiade-103


What is Love?

**A/N-** Hey, I'm sorry about not writing anymore chapters for 'Francy Pants' lately. My computer is getting fixed, so I'm using my dads and I don't want to have the story on two different computers.

So, for now I'm writing one shots. (:

I hope you enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Zoey 101.

**What is Love?**

_What kind of question is that? How am I supposed to write down what love is?_ These were the thoughts running through the mind of a sixteen year old girl with caramel curls, and brown eyes. She had no idea how to describe what love was. That was the assignment though, she had to answer one question. It didn't even have be a long answer, but to Dana, this was the most difficult thing ever.

After doing anything she could to keep her mind off the question for two hours, she finally decided it was time to think it out, and write it down.

_Okay, Cruz, you can do this._ She thought to herself. Taking a deep breath she wrote down exactly what she thought. Thank God she doesn't have to read this to anyone, the only person, other than herself, who is going to see this is her English teacher.

When Dana's class started the next day, she was definitely in for a surprise.

"Okay, class, turn in your assignments from last night, and I'm going to read a few to the class." _Oh, no._ Dana thought. _This can't be happening._ Oh, but it is.

Mrs. Burch read about three before pulling one out, and somehow Dana knew it was hers.

'_Love is something that not everyone gets to experience. It is something that is very hard to define, as it comes in different ways and at different times for everybody. You can love someone like a sibling, a son or daughter, a mother or father, even as a grandparent. But the best way to love someone is to be __**in**__ love with them. Love is sometimes mean, even if they say it isn't, it can make you lose friends, it gives you a feeling like nothing else can. Mostly though, love is Logan Reese.'_

By the end of that Logan was staring wide eyed up at the teacher wondering who exactly was in love with him. Then he noticed that Dana looked a little on edge and he smiled secretly to himself. None of the other answers meant anything to him, and he didn't listen to them.

After class though he made sure to catch up with Dana and tell her he liked hers.

"Cruz!" He yelled after her as she bolted out the door. Surprisingly, she stopped.

"What, Reese?" She asked.

"I liked your answer." Was all he said.

"How do you know which one was mine? She didn't give names."

Logan laughed lightly, leaned in, and kissed her. Softly and slowly.

"I love you too, Cruz." He said as he pulled away. Dana looked slightly confused for a moment, before smiling flirtatiously, spinning on her heel, and walking away. Knowing very well that he would follow her of course.

So, you see their love will always have the teasing, it will always have the flirtatiousness, but their love would last always, because for Dana love was Logan Reese, and for Logan, well, for Logan love was Dana Cruz.

And to think, it all started with an English assignment.

**What is Love.**

**A/N:** AW, not one of my best stories. But it was alright. I guess.

I hope you liked it, please, Read and Review. (:

-Katie.

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What is Love? by HLP - Katon


No more zoey

Zoey :(

" Oh My God!" chase yelled! " I Just ran Zoey over with a van!"

" CHASE! HOW COULD YOU?" lola asked

" I thought she was a squerral"

" wow your dumb"

" I know, but she has squirrel like qualities."

Two days later...

" im sorry, Chase, you killed Zoey" the doctor said.

And everyone lived happily ever after.

THE END

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No more zoey by myspace.girl


Boyfriends 101

**I do not own Zoey 101 or any of the characters**

Zoey and Chase had just got back from Hawaii and were now arriving at PCA for their Senior year. Zoey knew she would most likely have be in the same room with Quinn and Lola, and Chase would most likely be with Logan and Michael. Zoey got out of the Cab and went around to the trunk to grab her bags.

"Zo, I got your bags. Go find Quinn and Lola." Chase said pulling out the bags from the trunk.

"Chase, you have to go and unpack two. I got them, you don't always have to be a perfect boyfriend, ya know." Zoey said giving him a smile then picking up her bags.

"Oh, okay meet you for lunch." Chase replied giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Ya usually table with everyone else." Zoey said with a smirk.

"Of course." Chase said giving her another quick kiss before walking to his dorms.

Zoey walked through the familiar campus to the dorm she had spent the last three years of her life and would now spend her final high school year.

Zoey walked in the room and was immediately met with two familiar screams one that she hadn't heard in awhile.

"Zoey," they both screamed rushing to give her a hug.

"Lola, Nicole what are you doing here." Zoey said pointing the question towards Nicole.

"I had to beg my parent to let me spend Senior year with my besties, and with boyz." Nicole said not surprising Zoey at all "Although I didn't mention the last part."

"Same old Nicole." Zoey said with a laugh "What about Quinn."

"She got a single room again." Lola said getting a blix out of the mini- fridge. "and yes she's still with Logan."

"I suspected." Zoey said knowing her two friend had barely spent any time apart during the summer.

"So Zoey, I hear you and Chase are finally together." Nicole said sitting on the couch.

"Lola seriously." Zoey said knowing the whole world probably knew by now.

"What, she was gonna find out sooner than later." Lola responded.

Zoey gave her a smirk and then turned back to Nicole "Yes, we started dating at Prom last year."

"Wait I thought he was in England last year, and I thought you were dating that James guy." Nicole said clearly confused by the whole situation.

"He was and I was and it's a really long story." Zoey said beginning to make her bed.

"Tell it." Nicole said almost jumping up and down.

Zoey sat down on the edge of her bed and explained everything from the time she left PCA to Prom, not leaving out the part that Stacy got hit by Michael's car and her S's sound perfect now or the part where James told Zoey he loved her. After she finished Nicole looked like she was going to explode with questions.

"I don't mean to put a damper on things." Nicole said trying to smile "but, have you talked to James since Prom."

Zoey didn't say anything, her smile fell as she thought about it.

"Zoey, you have talked to James right." Lola said giving Zoey a look.

"Ah," Zoey said letting out a nervous laugh "no, not exactly."

"what do mean not exactly." Lola said staring at her friend.

"I mean he doesn't even know about Chase." Zoey said with a nervous smile.

"Zoey." Lola and Nicole almost yelled both throwing pillows at Zoey.

"Hey, I was caught up with Chase coming back, and then going to Hawaii for the summer, I...I just didn't get the chance." Zoey said throwing her hands around not knowing what to do.

"You have to talk to him." Nicole said not even knowing James.

"I will I just." Zoey said glance at the clock that said it was a little after noon."I just have to go meet Chase for lunch."

"Zoey." both girls groaned knowing she was trying to avoid the conversation.

"You coming." Zoey said and both girl reluctantly followed.

The Three girls made their way down the hall to Quinn's room who was immediately filled in on the conversation They just had about James and Zoey. Which earned Zoey a slap on the arm. After Zoey had argued a bit with the three girls she switched the subject to Quinn and Logan. So she was let off the hook the rest of the way to the familiar lunch table.

"Hey." Zoey said and Chase jumped up to give her a kiss while Logan did the same when he saw Quinn.

"Zoey who's James?" Chase asked looking at her.

'Seriously you two." Zoey said looking at Logan and Michael who quickly made excuses to leave but were stopped by the girls.

"Actually I can do that later." Michael said not wanting to test the girls and sat back down.

"Me too." Logan agreed sitting back down.

Zoey nodded at them."James and I dated while you were in England."

"Okay and when did you guys break up." Chase asked trying not to pry.

"Really you guys are as bad as Lola." Zoey said to the two boys who were avoiding her gaze. "We broke up the day before Prom." Zoey answered turning back to chase

"Why?" Chase said obviously trying to get answers.

"He gave me a necklace that said I love You." Zoey said taking a breath knowing talking in private wasn't an option knowing her friends :"as soon as I saw it I thought about you and knew I was still in love with you and still am.."

"Okay, let's get something to eat." Chase said dropping the subject.

"So what we gettin." Michael said standing up.

"You know I haven't had Sushi Rox's in almost nine months." Chase said putting his arm around Zoey.

"To Sushi Rox's" Michael said walking next to them when Lisa, and Vince joined the group. They made their way through the Campus to Sushi Rox's.

"Kazu do if I get a discount if I bring back your favorite Employee." Zoey said walking into the restaurant followed by Chase.

"Better question does Kazu's favorite employee get his job back." Chase said as the group made their way to push some table's together because their once small group of six has now grown to nine and knowing Nicole would soon be ten.

"Of course Chase, you start on Monday." Kazu said "Now what kind of sushi would you kids like."

They all ordered and then started talking about different subject Nicole started complaining about the all girls school she went to. Logan and Quinn talked about their many adventures during break and not one did one without the other. Michael talked about his trip to Florida with his family and everyone was bugging Zoey and Chase about Hawaii.

"Guys seriously, my uncle was on us constantly he even made it a point to have chase five floors below me and workers checking on us all night not to mention that 10 hours a day we were working."

"10 hours of work plus 8 hours of sleep that leaves 6 hours everyday." Quinn points out.

"Well boy genius over here took surf lessons so that bring us down to 5 hours." Zoey points out.

"Not to mention Zoey took snorkeling lessons which means we're down to four." Chase also pointing out why they had less time together..

"And knowing Zoey she takes an hour to get ready in the mornings so you're down to three." Lola comments.

"Okay, okay, but it's still three hours a day four what 3 months so, that's like 270 hours which is equal to about eleven days. That's about a week and a half." Quinn notes.

"Actually you might want to minus another hour a day because of all of you texting and calling us." Zoey says giving them a look.

"Okay only 180 hours, so 7 and a half days." Quinn says doing the math in her head.

"We spent time on the beach, and around town that's pretty much it." Chase said then changed the subject to Lola and Vince.

The group was laughing and talking about all the memories at PCA, on campus and away. They were all comfortable until the door to Sushi Roxs and James walked in.

"Hey guys." James greeted smile at everyone.

Everyone immediately got quiet and mumbled quick hellos.

"Hey James." Zoey said being the first to speak his name.

"Hi Zoey, How've you been, how was Hawaii who'd you take.." James asked. Zoey cringed at the mention of Hawaii.

"James, this is Chase, Chase this is James." Zoey said quietly.

"Nice to meet you man, you new to PCA." James asked purposely irritating Chase

"Not really." Chase said standing up.

"Really, I didn't see you here last year." James continued.

"James, stop that." Zoey said also standing up "I told you everything about Chase, never once did I lie."

"Zoey he left you how can you forgive that he's a jerk." James said looking at the small blonde.

"I didn't leave her I chased after her." Chase retorted.

"Ya sure you did." James rolled his eyes.

"JAMES." Zoey yelled.

"I moved to London for her I fell in love with her within 5 seconds of seeing her." Chase said.

"Wow, you sure know how to lie." James spat back.

"Chase I think we should leave." Zoey said grabbing his arm. and taking a necklace out of her purse. "James, Chase doesn't lie but you do." Zoey held up the necklace James had given her. "This is a lie, if you ever truly loved me you would be happy, I'm happy, like Chase was when we decided to wait til he got back to date, Hawaii was amazing, and I didn't take a friend, I took my boyfriend, and I'm sure glad that's not you anymore." Zoey said throwing the necklace at him when she was finished.

"Bitch, you can't admit that your a slut, how long after we broke up did you go and sleep with Chase, like the little hore you are, you probably slept with Michael and Logan two." James spat his words like he even finished Michael, Logan, Vince, and Chase were in front of Zoey.

"I think it's time for you to leave." Vince said crossing his arms.

"You gonna do something about it Blake." James said also crossing his arms.

"Me, I wouldn't about worry me as much as I would worry about these three." Vince said pointing to the boys around him.

"Like they're going to do anything." James said with a cocky look "All three of their girlfriends are sluts including yours Vince." in a matter of fact tone.

In seconds Lola, Lisa, Quinn, and Nicole were on their feet behind the boys.

"First of all Zoey, Nicole, Lola, and Quinn, are like my sisters and Nobody calls my Girlfriend a slut." Michael retorted "Actually nobody's calls my girls sluts." He finished referring to all five of the girls.

"Baby, I thought we were going for pizza." A girl said walking about behind James.

"Rebecca, ain't that a perfect match." Zoey said recognizing the girl who had told her to stay away from Chase.

"Chase your back." She said looking up happily going over to hug him.

Chase quickly avoided the hug throwing his arms around Zoey instead.

"Babe, can we leave now." Zoey said looking up at Chase.

"Ya, Lola, Vince, Logan, Quinn, Michael, Lisa, and Nicole do you wanna go down to the beach." Chase said looking at the others.

They all nodded and mumbled yes's.

They all pushed past James and Rebecca, Zoey stopping in front of Rebecca because it was just so damn tempting. She stood tall and looked at the girl who had tried to get between her and Chase's friendship. "I guess I didn't lose my chance with Chase, too bad you were just a replacement for well, me."Zoey said making sure James heard every word. Chase knew Zoey knew it was wrong but, he also knew it was something she needed to say. "And James I thought I could love you, I thought you loved me but one thing or should I say person stood in the way and I'm glad he did because you never truly loved me. Chase on the other hand always loved me for the past four years he's loved me and I don't doubt that." Zoey finished giving Chase a kiss and following her friends.

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Boyfriends 101 by J.E. Campbell


New

A/N- Flame me because of the pairing, and I** will** slit your throat. That's not a threat, it's a promise.

I also understand this is late, but that's though cookies. I'm not too thrilled with the Zoey 101 forum right now, so don't piss my off.

**Disclaimer- I do not own Zoey 101 or any of its characters. **

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Ten minutes 'till midnight, and Chase Matthews was alone in his dorm, soaking in his own pool of self pity.

It was supposed to be a new year, full of new experiences and new goals. Chase didn't see any of it. He was miserable, and had been since the love of his life took of for London last year.

She stopped all contact with him, and only talked to her old roommates, Quinn and Lola. It was amazing what a little accidental click of a mouse could do.

Zoey knew Chase loved her, but she didn't love him back. His biggest fear had come true, and his darkest secret had come out.

Chase's writing had become exceedingly darker, filled with tragedy and despair. Logan and Michael just didn't know how to approach him anymore, so they didn't.

The only person he still talked to was Quinn, but she was downstairs at the New Year's Eve party at the moment. Everyone at PCA came back for New Year's for the huge bash held for each grade.

Chase hadn't even left PCA. He didn't come home for Christmas, or any other break. He was depressed, end of story.

He suddenly heard the door open, expecting Logan or Michael coming in for a forgotten item of some sort. Instead, a bespeckled brunette entered and lay back on the bed next to him, still decked out in a flowy red party dress.

"It's almost New Year's, you know," She stated, staring at the ceiling with him. She understood what he was going through, and although the rest of her friends had given up on the troubled boy, she wasn't about too.

"Yeah, I guess," he mumbled, turning on his side, away from her.

"You're thinking about Zoey, aren't you?" she stated more than asked. She could read him like a book, sometimes.

"I guess," he mumbled again. She frowned. Quinn hated seeing her friend like this on a holiday. New Year's was about starting over, turning over a new leaf. Chase was acting even worse than before. She turned over on her side too, spooning his body and wrapping an arm around his stomach. Her head lay on his shoulder, and his had grabbed the one draped across his midsection.

"I'm sure she's thinking about us," she tried. She knew this would get him angrier. She also knows Zoey probably wasn't thinking about her old friends. Quinn didn't want to tell Chase that she had stopped emailing her and Lola too. It was depressing to lose a friend like Zoey, but even worse for Chase.

"Yeah, okay. She's probably thinking about that kid she's having with that stupid British guy," he scoffed.

"Chase, don't throw around rumors like that!"

"Please Quinn, you know it's true!" he retorted, angry. Zoey had informed everyone of her pregnancy, and explained that as the reason for not coming back. Chase knew it was because of him and his stupid, big mouth. Chase knew that if Zoey was with him, she wouldn't be pregnant.

"Why can't you just get over it!" she yelled back. Quinn was trying her hardest, but she just couldn't seem to fix this. Quinn could fix anything, but she just couldn't fix Chase, no matter how hard she tried. He was just too hard of a problem to solve.

"I can't get over it! Do you know how much it hurts to be rejected by someone you've loved for three years? Three years, Quinn? Does that mean anything to you? Think about how many stories I could of written, or how much more sleep I could've had, instead of staying up, thinking about _her_!" He was angry now, and facing her.

They were both lying horizontally on the bed, and Chase was staring at her deeply with those green eyes. They were filled with rage, hurt, and passion, and it killed Quinn.

"I do know what it's like, Chase! Maybe I've wasted three years too! Maybe I'm in love with someone that will never love me back? But when have you stopped to think about me! All I've done is help you! But have you helped me back? No!" She screamed back, on the verge of tears.

They could both hear the faint noise of the party counting down until midnight. Chase and Quinn were silent, except for Quinn's sniffling.

Then Chase grabbed Quinn, and pulled her into a hug. A choked sob left him, and whispered apologies of every kind to her. She stood there frozen, as she vaguely heard the echoing chorus of the number one ring in her ear.

The he separated for her, and crashed his lips onto hers. He wasn't quite sure what made him do it, but he wasn't thinking at the moment.

But then again, neither was she. All the registered was Chase kissing her senseless, and her brain yelling "_Yes!_" over and over again.

The fight between the two that night was short and sweet, but unearthed something completely new.

Chase's phone rang, playing an old Oasis song, but he never heard it.

He left the voicemail from Zoey stay in his inbox for a while.

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Not sure how that was, but I wrote it in like, twenty minutes. More of a really long drabble, and should be added to my drabbles, but I don't think it really fits there.

Tell me what you think in a _**REVIEW. **_

Peace.

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New by Zut Alors


1. I'd Lie

**AN: Okay guys. This story used to be on my Brebre15 account. I'm taking it off there and posting it on this account, like I hope to do with my other stories. I'm going to re-edit this, and fix my spelling and grammar mistakes, since I'd like to think I'm a better writer now. It'd be cool if you guys reviewed, but you don't have to.**

**Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101. This is, however, my original work, even though it was posted on the site under another users account. I also don't own the song 'I'd Lie' by Taylor Swift.**

**--**

I know everything about him, and he knows everything about me. Except one little secret that I've never told anyone. Even my roommates think they know everything, but they are far from it. I'd never tell them as much as I've told him; he can keep secrets, unlike them. They may be my friends but he is my best friend. I tell him everything, except that one little secret.

_I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes_

Anyways, I'm in 10th grade. I have two roommates like everyone else here at PCA. My one roommate, Nicole, she can talk for hours about nothing. She likes someone too and his name is Michael. He's my best friend after...well, you know, my crush.

My other roommate, Zoey, is like a little Miss Perfect. She gets mad at me for not brushing my teeth after I eat a cracker. She likes Michael's roommate Chase. What she is to oblivious to see is, Chase likes her too. Okay, it's more like he loves her

_I'll never fall in love
He swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke, I fake a smile
And I know all his favorite songs_

I'm at the beach now. It's my favorite place in the world. I lay back on the sand and look at the clouds. At least I was, until someone blew in my face.

"What the...oh it's you" I almost whispered the last part.

"What's up with you? You seem jumpy." He says as he lays down beside me.

_And I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him
I'd lie_

I looked at the sky and then turned on my side. I propped my head up with my hands. This song comes to me as I lay there looking at him. I write songs sometimes. Mostly about my friends. Michael thinks the perfect song to fit Nicole is "You Talk To Much". I don't remember the author.

"What are you looking at?" He asked breaking my train of thoughts.

"Nothing. So, how's Kim?" I asked changing the subject to his girlfriend.

"We broke up. I like someone else." He looked bored with the subject, which is weird for him.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Who is it?" I asked trying to look sympathetic.

"Not telling."

"Why? I tell you everything." Okay, so that's a lie.

"No, you don't. I don't know who _you_ like." He looked me straight in the eyes. I closed my eyes and fell back onto the sand.

_He looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go on
Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so long
And he sees everything in black and white
Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine_

"Hey, come on tell me. I won't tell, you know that."

"I just can't."

"Why not?"

"It would ruin our friendship. You'd hate me." I said and looked out into the water.

"Fine." He said as he stood and pulled me up. He pulled me toward the water, and stopped right at edge. The water just touched my toes. "But I could never hate you." He whispered in my ear before walking away.

_I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him
I'd lie_

I watched him walk back and grab his backpack from where we were laying before. He turned around and looked at me for a second.

"If you ever want to tell me, you know where I live. With Chase and Mike; don't forget. See you later." He called as he walked back toward the campus.

"I won't" I whispered to the ocean.

_He stands there,__
then walks away
My God, if I could only say
I'm holding every breath for you_

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The next day I woke up to an ear splitting scream. What a wonderful way to start the day. I turned over and opened my eyes. Zoey was hurriedly going through the closet and Nicole was literally raking a brush through her hair. I yawned loudly and they looked at me.

"Good, you're up. We're late. We only have ten minutes to get to class!" Zoey yelled the last part.

"WHAT!? Why didn't you guys wake me?" I yelled as I threw off the covers.

"We just got up. And we know how you are in the morning, Cruz." Nicole defended.

"Whatever." I said as I went out the door to the bathroom.

I was walking back to the dorm, well more like power walking, when I felt someone grab my waist so I couldn't move. They put a hand over my eyes, and I knew instantly who it was.

_He'd never tell you
But he can play guitar
I think he can see through everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up is
My God, he's beautiful
So I put on my make-up
And pray for a miracle_

"Hi Logan. Listen, I have to go get dressed. I'm going to be late if I don't." I said trying to pull away.

"Not so fast. Want to tell me about this crush yet?" He asked as he spun me around to face him.

"No, not really." I told him.

"Aw, come on. Cruz, you're my best friend."

"Which is exactly why I can't tell you." He smirked at me.

"Is it me?" My heart stopped. "Because if it is, then I'll tell you who I like." He whispered.

"So, if I like you...you'll tell me who you like? That's fair." I said the last part sarcastically.

"Okay, fine. We'll write it on paper and put it on the other person's desk in homeroom. Fair?" I nodded and he finally let me go.

_Yes, I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to argue
Oh, and it kills me
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And it you ask me if I love him...
if you ask me if I love him...
I'd lie_

"Where have you been, Cruz?! We have 5 minutes." Zoey yelled as I threw on jeans and a black tank top. I put on black flip flops and a PCA hoodie too.

I shoved my math book into my backpack and grabbed a brush. I ran it through my hair quickly and slung my backpack over my shoulder.

"1 minute. We aren't going to make it!" Zoey said as we ran across campus.

"Yes we will. Run faster."

"I can't run any faster this is my top speed." Nicole said as we flew through the doors of the homeroom building.

We ran into the room and the teacher looked at us. All three of us were just through the door when the bell rang.

"Oh my gosh. I have to sit down. I was not meant to run in these boots." Nicole said as she fell into the chair beside Mike.

"Me too." Zoey plopped down onto a chair beside Chase and put her head down on the desk. She looked dead.

I sat down in the only open seat. Behind Logan. I took out a piece of paper and wrote:

_If you must know, I don't like anyone._

Ok so I lied. Big Deal. I folded the paper and he turned around. He dropped his paper on my desk and took mine. He turned around. I quickly unfolded the paper.

_Cruz, wanna know who I like? Well, it's...Y-O-U!_

I'm pretty sure my mouth dropped open because the girl next to me looked at me creepy. I then tapped Logan on the shoulder. He turned around and looked at me funny.

"You don't like anyone? This was stupid. Sorry I bothered you. Let's just be friends." He mumbled.

I just nodded. I didn't know what else to say. I wish I could go back in time and redo it. But would I have done it different? No. Because I'm a liar. That's me. Dana Cruz-PCA's best liar.

**A/N: Okay, there's the new version of it. I think it was a little better. I tried not to change anything, but to combine sentences so it was better like that. Review if you want.**

**-Breanna**

	2. Picture to Burn

**AN: Okay, here's the next chapter. I'm going to re-edit this one too. The story will still be the same, but I'm going to re-write some sentences. I think I write a little better now, so hopefully this will be okay.**

**Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101, or the song 'Picture to Burn' by Taylor Swift. **

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I can't believe I was so stupid; I should have told him. Now, I know he likes me too. I should tell him I lied, but I can't. I waited to long and he has a girlfriend now. He told Chase and Michael that he's dating her to forget me, but I don't want him too. We are still friends at least, but that's all we'll ever be now.

He always talks about her. Her name is Kara. I hate her so much. I wish it was me. I wish I was the girl holding his hand, kissing his lips, sitting by him at lunch, always being with him. If I hadn't lied to him, I would be. It was stupid for me to think he didn't like me. Deep down I knew he did.

I walk out of my room with my guitar. I walk silently to the beach; my favorite place. I'm shocked when I see Kara sitting there. I sit down beside her as she cries. I ask her what's wrong and she says things I can't understand. I don't get all of it, but I do get three words. The worst three words for her at this moment. He. Dumped. Me. I actually feel bad for her. I tell her I'll deal with him, and she barely smiles. I put my guitar on my lap and tell her to listen to this song. I start to play Picture to Burn by Taylor Swift.

_State the obvious, I didn't get my perfect fantasy
__I realized you love yourself more than you could ever love me
So go and tell your friends that I'm obsessive and crazy
That's fine; I'll tell mine you're gay
And by the way... _

_I hate that stupid old pickup truck
You never let me drive
You're a redneck heartbreak
Who's really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned you're
Just another picture to burn _

_There's no time for tears,I'm just sitting here planning my revenge
There's nothing stopping me
From going out with all of your best friends
And if you come around saying sorry to me
My daddy's gonna show you how sorry you'll be _

_I hate that stupid old pickup truck
You never let me drive
You're a redneck heartbreak
Who's really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned you're
Just another picture to burn _

_If you're missing me,
__You'd better keep it to yourself
Cause coming back around here
Would be bad for your health... _

_I hate that stupid old pickup truck
You never let me drive
You're a redneck heartbreak
Who's really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned you're
__Just another picture to burn _

_Burn, burn, burn, baby, burn
You're just another picture to burn
Baby, burn..._

She looked at me and smiled.

"You are so right Dana. And just between us, I think Logan likes you."

"I know. I know he does." I whispered.

"You do? Don't you like him?" She asked.

"Um...just between us right? You won't tell anyone."

"Yea totally. I won't tell anyone! I'm not Nicole." She laughed.

"Well...ok. I do like Logan. A lot. And one day he cornered me in the hall, and said he'd tell me who he liked if I told him. In class we wrote it on paper. He put that he liked me. I put nobody. I wish I had put him though." I can't believe I just confessed all that to her.

"You're friends with him right, just slip it into a conversation one day. Actually make that now here he comes." She said and stood up. She gave me a thumbs up and walked away. She wouldn't look at Logan though.

"Hey Cruz. What were you talking to Kara for?" He asked like I wasn't allowed.

"Hey Reese, cause I can." I smirked at him and laid back on the sand. He laid down beside me. He is like really close to me.

"Fine, I don't want to start a fight. I just wanted to know something." He said propping up his head with his hand. I did the same.

"What did you want to know?"

"Who do you really like? I know every girl at this school likes someone. Miss Perfect even likes someone. Tell me Cruz please." He has a point.

"Why do you want to know so bad?" I ask not wanting to answer.

"Because...I might want it to be me." He said softly and blushed! Oh my gosh, I've got to remember to tell Zoey that one.

"What if it is?" I asked taking a big risk.

"If it is then I'd have to do this." He said softly and leaned in to kiss me. I pulled away.

"I never said it was you."

"But you kissed me back." He objected.

"So what?" I asked him, standing up.

"So, you like me don't you? Come on Cruz admit it."

"Never!" I yell and run off to my room with my guitar.

Of course he followed me. He ran pretty fast and caught up to me. He tackled me onto the grass. My guitar almost hit the ground but Logan grabbed it. He set it down gently and sat on top of me.

"Can I help you?" I ask.

"Maybe. I'm looking for a girl that looks just like you that is a really good kisser. You seen her?" He smirks at me.

"Nope." I say and he laughs.

He stands up and pulls me up. He takes my hand and walks me to my dorm. Here is my happily ever after. And you know what, I never truly admitted to him that I like him. He just knows.

**A/N: How was that for an updated version? I hope you guys liked it. I'd like to get some reviews on this, and that will tell me that I should re-write or re-edit my other stories in my Brebre15 account and put them back up under this account.**

**-Breanna**

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I'd Lie by rockstar1212


What I Really Meant To Say

**What I Really Meant To Say**

-One Shot-

It was a typical Monday evening. I had just gotten off work and was in the supermarket getting my weekly grocery shopping done. It was a good thing too, because my fridge was completely empty. Someone once told me never to shop for groceries while you're hungry and my cart was totally proof of that. It was almost full to the top. I was almost ready to check out when I had a sudden urge to get ice cream, Chocolate peanut butter to be exact. It was a strange craving but I decided to give in to it. So, I turned around and headed toward the ice cream aisle. I searched through the different favors, spotted Chocolate Peanut Butter, leaned down, picked it up, and when I looked up I nearly had a heart attack. Standing only a few feet away from me, holding a box of ice cream sandwiches, was Chase Matthews. He was staring at me. I looked him up and down. He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt and tan khaki shorts. His hair was as bushy as ever and he gave me a small crooked smile.

"Hello Zoey," Chase said with a little nod.

"Hi," I said. I set the ice cream in the cart.

"It's been awhile," Chase said.

I nodded. _Why did I need to get ice cream?_ My mind screamed. _Why?_

"How've you been?" He asked.

"I've been great. You?" My eyes wandered to the ring on his finger and suddenly I felt ill.

"I've been pretty good. I'm working and stuff."

"Me too, me too," I nodded awkwardly.

Just as my mind was screaming "RETREAT!" Lola turned the corner.

"Hey, Chase, I found the horseradish!" she said pushing a cart. Then she spotted me. "Oh, hey Zoey!"

"Hi," I waved.

She moved away from the cart and took Chase's hand and then I saw it- her stomach.

"So how far along are you?" I asked hesitantly.

"About 7 months," Lola said with a smile.

"She had a craving for ice cream and horseradish," Chase stated.

"Right," Lola said. "He said he would run out and get the things I was craving himself but I decided to go with him. It's a good thing I did, Zoey. It's good seeing you."

"Yeah, it's good seeing you too," I couldn't take my eyes off of her wedding ring- it was round cut, with small diamonds around the band. It was beautiful. "So, do you know if it's a girl or a boy?"

"It's going to be a girl," Chase grinned.

"That's great. I'm sure she'll be beautiful."

"We already have a name picked out for her, Isabella Ann Matthews. Maybe we can get together or something after she's born," Lola suggested, patting her stomach.

"Sure," I said, knowing that that would never happen. "Well, I'd better get going. My ice cream is melting."

"Yeah, and we still need to get some swiss cheese," Chase said.

"Well, bye. Zoey it was good seeing you," Lola smiled. She and Chase walked away, hand in hand. I watched them, uneasy, and unsure of how exactly I felt. He kissed her and it felt someone had kicked me in the stomach, with force. Finally, I turned around and walked to the check out. Tears dripped down my face but I quickly wiped them away, causing my cheeks to burn. I stared into space as the clerk scanned all my items. I stared into space as I made my way to my red SUV and put the groceries in the truck. And I sat in my car, unable to drive. I sat there and thought of what I wanted to say, what I should have said, when he asked me how I was.

I'm still stuck in the past with you, with us. I'm miserable ALL THE TIME. I miss you more each day than before. I'm not as strong and as cool about this as I act. I wish it was me t hat you married. I wish I said yes when you proposed. I wish things were different. I was wrong.

I love you.

But, I couldn't say any of that. He was married now, married to Lola, who was pregnant with a little girl. I had to swallow my jealousy and my pride, and wait for my feelings for him to go away.

Because it wasn't proper for someone to be in love with a married guy. Even if that married guy was your former fiance and former best friend.

I took a deep breath after a good ten minutes of thinking and crying and recovering. Then I put the car in drive and went home. It was over. Plus, if I sat there any longer the ice cream was going to melt.

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A/N: This was a random one that I whipped up today. I got the idea from a song called "What I Really Meant To Say" by Cyndi Thompson. It's a good song you should look it up.

Yeah I think I might be accepting the idea of "Chola" but "Choey" will alway reign. (At least in my opinion.) However, this fiction is not a reflection of that statement....

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What I Really Meant To Say by Noelle Joi


Vampire's Kiss

**This is going to be an AU oneshot, a very different one from my normal work for Little Miss Erika, who requested this. It IS a Quinn/Vince, and I have no clue if it will turn out good but I might as well try right?**

**Disclaimer: Nope, own nothing. But it IS AU, so I do own most of the characters**

_Salem, 1867_

Quinndelyn Anabelle Pensky-Wright is nineteen when it first happens. She wishes her husband was not a drinker, or else she could be safe in her home resting. Instead, she runs through the street into the forest not far out of town, collapsing on the dirty ground with tears staining her cheeks. Her brown eyes are glassy and distant, and her heart is pounding quite hard. Her dress is ruined, but she can clean it up later. She feels her breath quickening a little bit more when she hears breathing behind her. She is afraid to turn around, so she sits petrified, wondering if this is the end of her life already. Finally, a deep husky voice speaks.

"Miss? What brings you out to skirts of town at this late hour?" he asks. And suddenly, he is in front of her, bending down as he looks in her face. Since it is so dark, Quinndelyn cannot make out his face, but she can see his amber eyes and he looks a little pale. She shrugs her shoulders as she wipes the tears from her eyes, feeling dread coming over her.

"I am saddened about my husband and his dark days with the liquour bottle. I do not wish to go home when he is in his state. Dear sir, what brings you out here?" Quinndelyn asks as she starts to get up. The stranger helps her up as well, shooting a toothy grin at her. She thinks she sees fangs on the man, but cannot be certain.

"I was going for a stroll, m'lady. It's a nice enough evening after all. Shall I walk you back to the town?" he asks carefully. Quinndelyn nods immediately. He seems nice after all. She takes his arm and the two start walking even deeper in the forest, but Quinndelyn doesn't even know where she is anymore. The two make pleasant conversation but something seems off with this stranger, who hasn't even told her his name. But she doesn't question it; after all, she is not allowed to. She is only a woman. Finally, the two stop as Quinndelyn looks around.

"Where is the town? I do think we went the wrong way kind sir," she tells him politely. By this time, the moon is out and shining. The stranger shakes his head as he walks toward the moonlight as Quinndelyn stays back.

"Actually miss, we are in the right place," the stranger says, a feeling of dread coming over Quinndelyn. She shivers involuntarily as he stops and turns to her. She can see him clearly now. His skin is pale white, his eyes turning a red colour. She can see he is very strong and powerful, and just...not human. Quinndelyn steps back shakily as he smiles, showing her his fangs.

"Who are you?" she asks shakily, stepping back some more, picking up the hem of her dress. The stranger crouches down, grinning at her.

"Mine name is Vincent Blake, but most of my vampire friends call me Vince, my dear lady," he answers. Quinndelyn's mouth opens in shock, she freezes in place.

"Vampire?" she gasps. He nods, though, clearly amused.

"Yes, and you'd make a lovely addition to my small family. Do not worry though Quinndelyn, we'll help you through this rough stage. And the transformation part will be over soon, I promise," he answers. Before she can asks how he knows her name, he crouches down as if to lunge at her. Quinndelyn wastes no time in turning and starting to run for her life, wanting to see her husband once more, not wanting to be mean to him anymore. Suddenly, she is knocked to the ground, turned on her back and the last thing she sees is Vincent's smirking face before pain erupts on her neck. She feels some blood tricking down her neck. She hears herself scream before everything goes black.

_Jamesport, 1889_

It is twenty two years since Quinndelyn, now known as Quinn, has been turned into this horrific, mythical creature. It had been bad the first year. She had no clue what to do; she was always thirsting blood, but Vince kept to his promise. Now, she knows what to do and how to act in a town. Apparently, Vince and some other vampires get this ring so they can go out in the sun without burning to death. It is highly useful and extremely rare, and only twenty vampires in the world have one. Vince, his three other 'family' members and now Quinn are five of them.

Vince took Quinn to meet the rest of the clan and now, Quinn feels extremely close to them. The first vampire, nineteen year old Daniella Cruz is the first that had been turned, in 1701 by her father who had been turned by another vampire. Her father had been killed by vampire slayers many years ago, so Daniella has anger issues with the slayers and wishes to kill them all. The second, twenty four year old James Garrett, is the third turned, Vince being turned in 1799. James had been turned in 1800 by Vince himself when Vince was a newborn vampire. James is a very nice boy, but when he gets angry, well, last time he got really angry (in 1865), he had wiped out three hundred townspeople in under an hour. The last is a male, twenty one year old Liam, whose last name is unknown. He had been turned in 1812 by Daniella, and somehow, the two ended up to be romantically linked. Quinn likes Liam the best. He is a wounded vampire that loves killing people, but always cleans up after himself so nobody suspects a thing. It might have something to do with the fact that Liam had some neatness issues when he was not a vampire.

Vince is twenty five, the oldest of them all and he doesn't seem to mind one bit. Being the leader of the pack, he tends to keep the clan to a limit of five vampires only. He wants company but doesn't want a freaking family following him around all the time. Quinn seems to like Vince; he is very interesting and mysterious. He doesn't care who he hurts, as long as he hurts them.

"Vincent, you did not clean up after yourself again. Those vampire slayers and hunters will surely find us because of you," Liam retorts as the five run through the forest after leaving five men dead in a town that they are just passing through. Vince shrugs as they all stop, Vince wiping his lips.

"Whatever. We'll be long gone before those bastards can find us," Vince retorts. Daniella winces as the language he uses.

"Language Vincent," she warns him. Vince rolls his eyes and before he knows it, Daniella has slapped the vampire quite hard. Quinn covers her smirk. Vince just rolls his eyes as they start moving again, a little more slowly now.

"That was a good dinner however; tastier that I thought they would be," he admits. James nods as well as he brushes back his blonde hair.

"That tall man had better blood than I expected, especially from his appearance," James agrees. Quinn grins innocently as they all stop for a place to rest after running such a long way in that short time (59 miles in fact).

"That short man did have tasty blood as well. But it has some sort of an after taste that is not so pleasant," Quinn remarks, touching her ruby red lips. She lets her hair down as her brown curls cascade over her shoulders. Daniella takes out her hair piece as well as her dark brown bangs hang over her petite face. It is good to be free, Quinn thinks as she watches James and Liam race up a tree. Daniella goes to look around as Vince sidles over to her.

"Beautiful night, isn't it Quinn?" he asks innocently. His dark, husky voice echoes in her ear and if she were human, she would shiver, but she can't.

"Of course Vince, indeed it is. It has been a productive day but I wish we could travel farther. I would enjoy seeing the fine landscape here in America that I hear so much about," Quinn tells him as she leans on him. He doesn't budge, but he does wrap his arm around her.

"We have forever princess," he whispers in her ear and Quinn knows that it is true.

_Clanton, 1937_

_"Adolf Hitler from Germany has stared a horrific war for the world. Will it end?" _the newscaster says on the radio in Alabama. Quinn settles on the couch, her dress draped over her as Daniella finishes drawing her. A smile comes upon the cold vampire's lips as she sees Daniella's drawing.

"This is amazing Daniella," she compliments. Daniella nods curtly, yawning a little bit as they gaze out the window, to where Vince, James and Liam are playing around. It's some vampire game and Quinn does not wish to get in the middle of it.

"I hate how these... men can go outside and have a darn good time while we are stuck in here, drawing," Daniella complains. Quinn frowns, agreeing with her.

"You are so right. They cannot boss us around like we are some petty young vampires. I am eighty nine years old! And you are older than those men as well!" Quinn agrees. Daniella nods, her hair bouncing a little bit as she does so.

"I am going out there right now and giving those boys a piece of my mind! Those disgraceful little idiots, thinking they can tell me of all people what to do," Daniella declares strongly. And that day, Quinn finds out how strong Daniella really is. Seeing her kick the crap out of the three pleading boys inside their house gives Quinn a sense of enpowerment and thrill. She really hopes this whole 'superiority' factor ends soon, because she hates bowing down to the boys' every need just because of their gender.

Quinn is the one in the end that is calm enough to keep the three boys and Daniella from kicking the crap out of each other yet again. She locks each of them in a room, threatening to steal their rings in the middle of the night and hiding them outside. The last one she locks up is Vince, who is just as pissed as Daniella.

"Why the hell does she hate me so much? I did nothing to her, and she treats all of us like shit," he curses, punching the wall in their home angrily. Quinn keeps calm as she just massages his shoulders.

"She just really hates this superiority complex. She feels that men these days are treated with more respect than women. At least two hundred years ago, she was the only vampire and feeding off of other people with pleasure. Now there is that new media thing and cars popping out. Suddenly she can't leave or do anything because of what time period we live in. Fifty years ago, it was tolerable; now, it's just unbearable for Daniella," Quinn responds quietly as her hands quickly move up and down soothingly. Vince nods slowly.

"And you? What do you think?" he asks. Quinn thinks about it, her hands momentarily pausing before continuing.

"I do agree with Daniella's logic. I mean, all those years back, there was superiority, but something about this time period, with all this technology and other stuff popping up, well, it's too different and it feels weird. My sweet, you men are getting all the attention going off to war and stuff while us women sit at home doing nothing. I mean, when the first World War went on, we got to work for a little while, but still. What I am trying to say dear Vince is that this time period is not of the happiest for us women, and hopefully, things will change as we grow older," Quinn responds. Vince thinks about what she had said as she finishes massaging him. She moves in front of him, smiling a little bit.

"Yeah, I guess so," he says. Quinn nods as she moves closer to him.

"Just give it time. Until things change, it's going to be hard for Dani," Quinn tells him. There is a definite pause before Vince bends down and hungrily attacks Quinn's lips. Shocked, Quinn stands still as he backs off after a minute, grinning sheepishly.

"I've wanted to do that for a while. But this doesn't mean we're like Daniella and Liam, alright?" he asks. Quinn nods, letting out a quick breath.

"Yeah, thank god," she says. And the two shut up about the kiss and don't speak of it again.

_Malibu/New York City, 2009_

It's the dawn of a new era, and Quinn meets a mortal boy. His name is Logan Reese and he is eighteen years feels like this is actually love. She is capable of loving. After all, she has an on-off again relationship with Vince ever since that kiss in 1937. Also, James fell in love a year ago with this girl named Rebecca Browning. He plans to tell her that he is a vampire and hopes she agrees to become a vampire along with him. James feels it will work since their love is so deep and they have overcome over a hundred different obstacles since then.

Logan is different, that is for sure. He's a prick, a ladies man and the biggest manwhore she has ever met (and that's saying a lot), but when they're together, it's different. She feels that he isn't AS big of a manwhore and a prick as he usually is.

They have met at the beach every day since they met three months ago and that day is no exception. They sit on the beach as Logan lays on the beach, flexing his muscles.

"So, I was thinking of going to visit my mother in New York next week, and wanted to know if you wanted to come with me," he brings up as Quinn gazes out to the sea and back at him, startled.

"Really? You want me to meet your mother?" she asks. She is definately surprised, because what she knew of Logan and his mother's relationship is that they weren't close at all. His mother divorced his father when Logan was five and never came to visit until a year ago just because his father was extremely rich and her rich husband left her. Malcolm Reese refused her proposal and she went back to New York but called often. Logan hates her for that and refuses to even see her, so it did surprise her.

"Of course. I mean, I think it's time that I forgave her for doing what she did and just let go of that. She's my mother after all," Logan admits, showing his rare soft side to her. Quinn smiles a little bit as she tugs her hair nodding.

"Well then, I accept," she says. Logan smiles genuinely and stands up. He picks her up, and Quinn knows that she has ice cold skin, but Logan has always dismissed it since she told him that she's secretly cold blooded, that and she had been living in Alaska since she was born.

"That's great. Thanks Quinn, you're amazing," he says and Quinn nods as she kisses Logan on the lips.

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Quinn is in New York now, walking with Logan up to his mother's suite. Vince had warned her before she left about the dangers and that she didn't know Logan enough, but Quinn trusted Logan. Vince is jealous, she thinks as they knock on the door. They shared yet another passionate kiss for the thousandth time in over seventy years, so she understood. But Logan is her boyfriend; he would never intentionally hurt her. He is not evil.

The door opens to find a gorgeous blonde woman open it. She looks like a model and Quinn actually feels a little intimidated. But she puts on a smile.

"Hi mom, this is Quinn Pensky, my girl, the one that I was telling you about," Logan introduces. Mrs. Terri Reese nods, putting on the fakest smile, and Quinn senses evil in her. Something is definately wrong, she thinks. But she doesn't run out. Instead, she extends her hand to Terri, who shakes it.

"Hi Quinn, I'm Terri Reese. It's extremely nice to meet you. My son has been telling me a lot about you," she says. Quinn nods as Terri ushers them inside. Locking the door, Quinn twidles her ring on her finger nervously. The three walk into the relatively bright room. They all sit on the couch and begin conversing. The more they all talk, the weirder Quinn feels, and she never feels weird around people. She wants to give Logan and his mother the benefit of the doubt, but she really wants to leave.

Logan senses this somehow and gives his mother a look, who nods and stands up.

"Quinn, sweetie, come on. I want to show you something really quick," Terri says. Quinn nods hesitantly as she follows Terri in a darker room. Suddenly, the door slams behind her and Terri flips open a light. The light show Quinn the whole room, filled with weapons, and other things. Quinn gulps as she comes to realization. She turns slowly to the woman and her supposed boyfriend.

"You're a vampire slayer," she realizes. Terri smirks as she leans against the wall, nodding.

"Of course dearie. You did a wonderful job Logan on luring her here," Terri says, acknowledging her apologetic son. Quinn glares at Terri before turning to Logan angrily.

"How long have you known? How could you do this to me?" Quinn asks lowly. Logan actually looks terrified but keeps his voice from wavering.

"Only a week, I swear Quinn. My mom knew when she saw your picture last month. I'm sorry, but vampires are evil and dangerous. I can't let you hurt me," Logan tells her. Quinn shakes her head, stepping toward him, as he steps back fearfully.

"I would never, ever hurt you Logan. I love you- I loved you. Why?" Quinn asks softly. She wants to cry, but can't anyways, so she just clenches her fists, knowing she will have to fight today.

"I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to hurt me, even if you don't mean it. Vampires are evil and kill innocent people. What's to say you won't kill me? I'm protecting myself Quinn. I am so, so sorry," Logan says. Terri steps in right then and there, her blonde hair flipping a little bit.

"Enough! Let's kill the girl, and let's do it now!" Terri shrieks. Quinn shakes her head, her eyes glaring dangerously.

"On the contrary Terri, that won't be happening today. I will hurt you if I have to," Quinn tells her. Terri rolls her eyes as Logan backs away. Quinn crouches, looking at her intended target who grabs a stake. Quinn wastes no time in running straight at Terri, avoiding the stake as she throws Terri against the wall. She lands on the floor with a thump, but gets up, clutching her stake as she dives toward Quinn, who dodges out of the way. The battle grows more intense over the minutes as Quinn dodges, and Terri ducks. She is good, Quinn thinks as she grabs Terri's arm, making her fly into a seperate wall. She lands near an axe, not killing or touching her in any way. Terri gets up and runs after Quinn again as she uses her ability of speed to run to the other side of the room. However, Terri sees this coming, spins on her heel and kicks Quinn into the wall.

The vampire falls to the ground as Terri looms over her.

"Say goodbye to your life Quinn Pensky," she says before she brings the stake down toward Quinn's heart. Quinn waits for the pain and then the death of her, before she sees a fast moving figure knock the stake out of Terri's hand just in time and pin the blonde up to the wall. Vince holds Terri tightly, as James and Liam help. Daniella, in the meantime is moving toward Logan, who looks so confused.

"Logan, help me god damnit and kill them! Do what I taught you to do," Terri instructs. Logan pauses, looking at Quinn and his mother before shaking his head.

"I can't Mom, and I won't. You walked into my life a year ago, taught me everything you know about vampires and expect me to just kill within my first encounter of five? No way; this is your fight, not mine. I only know what you know about vampires, but I won't hurt Quinn or her friends because you tell me to," Logan declares. Terri gapes at her son.

"You fell in love with the girl? Damnit Logan, you're a disgrace and you will do what I tell you to do! Kill her, or else face the consequences," she orders. Daniella steps toward Logan once more and he shakes his head.

"No. I'm sorry, but I refuse to kill her," Logan says. Vince smirks at Terri, who shakes her head.

"You're making a huge mistake Logan. They'll kill you! They'll kill other innocent people!" Terri argues. Logan shrugs as he moves past Daniella toward the door.

"I don't care anymore. I'm not a vampire slayer and never will be. I'm so sorry Quinn. Do whatever you want to do with my mother," Logan says, looking down at Quinn sadly. She actually feels remorse to Logan. He must have been confused and unsure of what to do. She stands up, looking at Logan sadly.

"You don't want anything to do with me," she realizes. He nods slowly.

"I can't get involved anymore Quinn. I love you, but my life will be better without any drama or vampires. This is goodbye forever," Logan says. Quinn nods and sinks into his arms one last time. Pecking her lips, Logan turns back to his mother once before walking out. He isn't a bad guy after all, Quinn realizes as she turns to Vince.

"Can I kill her now?" he asks. Quinn nods before Vince turns, along with James and Liam as they bite Terri everywhere. She screams with pain before going limp. Quinn doesn't watch her family finish killing Terri. Instead, she turns and zooms out, Daniella close behind her as Quinn runs all the way to Central Park.

Vince rushes over faster than Daniella and sits beside her.

"You don't deserve him. If he can't accept you for who you are, than he's not worth it," Vince tells her. Quinn nods, gazing out in the horizon.

"I know, but I really did care for him. I think he's the first man I truly fell in love with," Quinn admits. Vince sighs as he takes his hand.

"Well, let's get out of here and forget about Logan. You'll forget about that asshole anyways," Vince tells her. Quinn nods, frowning.

"Where are we going to go? I'm not going back to Malibu," she tells him. Vince rolls his eyes, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"Honey, I'm not taking you back to Malibu. I heard Canada is wonderful for vampires like us. Lots of people and even animals to hunt and kill," Vince points out. Quinn grins as she kisses him on the mouth passionately before breaking away.

"Let's go," she says. He grins as they all run off toward their new and permanent home.

_Upper Canada, 2081_

It takes only one major fight between Quinn and a vampire slayer named Zoey to end it all. One quick fight and one stab near the heart ends it all. Quinn gasps as she falls to the ground, stake still near her heart as Zoey runs away. Vince comes several minutes later, immediately scooping her up in her arms.

"It'll be alright," he tells her, though both know that it won't be. Quinn is dying, and as soon as he takes the stake out of her, she will die.

"Vince, it's ok. It's time for me anyways. I lived a good, long life. I experienced more than I ever thought possible," Quinn says. Vince glares as he clutches her tightly.

"No, there is a way to stop this. I'm not going to lose you Quinn. We already lost James twenty years ago. And Rebecca has been killing everyone in sight, she's so angry," Vince says, remembering that unfortunate year that James was killed when a slayer took his ring in the middle of the day and watched him burn to death. Daniella and Liam were the ones that watched their friend die, and it was painful. Let's just say that Rebecca isn't the same anymore and hasn't been for twenty years. Quinn doesn't want to see Vince end up like that.

"I know, which is why when I die, no Vince, I mean it. When I die, I don't want you to be like Rebecca. Sure, it'll hurt for a long time, but I don't want you wasting your life, or maybe even getting yourself killed in the process. Promise me," Quinn tells him as he clutches her hand. It's like one of those cheesy love scenes, where they are both saying their goodbyes, sad music playing in the background.

"I can't promise something like that Quinn, you know that," Vince tells her. Quinn shrugs weakly as he brings her hand up to the stake.

"Then I guess I'll just pull this out and let myself d-die," Quinn says, but Vince's hand covers hers, pulling it down.

"Don't you dare leave me Quinn without letting me say goodbye," he says. Quinn sighs deeply as she looks up into his eyes.

"You can't leave it in forever. Even if you le-leave it in, I'll die in an hour anyways. I d-don't want to be in pain, so you have to le-let me go, please," Quinn says. Vince sighs, looking down.

"I don't want to though. I don't want to say goodbye," he says. Quinn nods as she strokes his face tenderly.

"Look at me. Nobody has to say goodbye," Quinn says. Vince looks as her, as she smiles softly. She takes a good look at his brooding yet mysterious face.

"Quinn, I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I love you," he tells her. Quinn nods.

"I love you too Vince. Just because you're a vampire doesn't mean you still don't h-h-have feelings. Now kiss me," she instructs. Vince wastes no time in carefully lowering down and kissing her passionately. Quinn kisses him back as they remain like that for several long moments. She knows Vince is horrible with goodbyes anyways, and so is she. She pushes him back, smiling quickly.

"You're amazing Vince. Don't ever forget about that," she tells him before bringing her lips back on his. He kisses her back passionately, not noticing her hand creeping up to the stake. Hesitating for only a moment, she opens her eyes, giving Vince one last look as she continues kissing him. Her hand tightens around the stake and in one yank, she pulls it out, gasping as Vince looks at her. One last look, one last touch before Quinn dies, her body lying limp and then dissolving into a patch of dust.

And that is it, the end of Quinn and Vince. Like Romeo and Juliet, their romance ends with death. The anger in his eyes is unbearable and painful, and Liam knows his friend means harm when he sees him minutes later. This is not going to go well; Vince Blake is an angry vampire and he won't stop until all the vampire slayers are killed.

**Awful ending, but did you guys like it? Erika, I hope you liked it as well. I did work hard on this for you. It's different for me, but I enjoyed writing it, even though the ending is depressing. **

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Vampire's Kiss by charmed4eva112


Can't Sleep

**Can't Sleep**
-One Shot-

It was three o'clock in the morning on a clear fall night at PCA. Dana and Nicole were sleeping but Zoey lay awake, staring at the ceiling. It was one of those nights where you feel so tired but couldn't in any way fall asleep because there's way too much on your mind.

Normally at the begining of a new semester Zoey was excited to be back with her friends but this year was different. No not because Mr. Bender quit. Not because Lola went back to her old school and Dana came back from France.This year was different because this year Chase hadn't returned to PCA for his junior year. His family moved to the east coast and wanted him to go to school closer to them. Which was completly and totally awful. But the worst part was that she didn't even get to say good-bye to him. Sure there was e-mail and cell phones but that just wasn't enough. She missed seeing him face to face. She missed walking with him to class. She missed the way they just randomly looked at each other and laughed over nothing. But most of all she missed having someone that she coul pour her heart out to.

It was a strange idea to admit to herself but what if she liked Chase more than a friend? Her and Chase together? Would that make any sense at all? Sure she thought about it every once in awhile back when he was still around like at the school dance when he cheated on the personality quiz to go with her and the whole Trisha Kirby thing but now the subject was always on her mind. What if they had kissed and her little brother hadn't tackled him?

Zoey sighed and moved around uncomfortably in her bed. This was an impossible situation. The worst question that lingered. Would she ever see him again? She hated that question and avoided it whenever it came up.

At around 3:15 a.m. Zoey figured that shy my as well go online if she was just going to stay up all night anyway. She signed on to AOL Instant Messanger and was surprised to see that Chase was actually online.

**PCAChase: What are you doing up so late? It's like three at PCA!**

**ZoeyB-Girl: I could ask you the same thing. It's pretty late in Boston, too.**

**PCAChase: I can't sleep.**

**ZoeyB-Girl: Me either.**

**PCAChase: That's ironic. Why not?**

**ZoeyB-Girl: I was thinking...**

**PCAChase: Can I ask what about?**

**ZoeyB-Girl: I don't know...You.**

**Zoey thought that sounded a little too mushy so she quickly added...**

**ZoeyB-Girl: And how things are way different here without you.**

**PCAChase: I was thinking the same thing. Except, you know, the other way around.**

**ZoeyB-Girl: So, are you making new friends?**

**PCAChase: Yeah.**

Zoey paused for a minute. Yeah? That was all he had to say?

**ZoeyB-Girl: Like...who?**

**PCAChase: My roomate and some kid in my Physics class.**

**ZoeyB-Girl: Oh. So you haven't met any new best friends or anyhing yet, right? I don't want you to forget about me.**

**PCAChase: Are you kidding? I could never forget about you! **

**ZoeyB-Girl: Good. :)
**

**PCAChase: So how are things at good old Pacific Coast Academy?**

**ZoeyB-Girl: Not much is new. Same old, Same old. How's your school?
**

**PCAChase: Boston Academy...It's a pretty nice school but it's no PCA. There's no beach. It get's cold here and the worst part is**

**ZoeyB-Girl: The worst part is what?**

**PCAChase: There's noone that's even close to being as special as you.**

**ZoeyB-Girl: Chase?**

**PCAChase: Yeah?**

**ZoeyB-Girl: I miss you.**

**PCAChase: The feeling is mutual.**

**ZoeyB-Girl: Am I ever gonna see you again? **

**PCAChase: Of course! Didn't Michael tell you that my dad just got transfered for a year? I'll be back at PCA for Senior year.**

**ZoeyB-Girl: No, he failed to mention that. **

**PCAChase: I'm sorry I didn't tell you myself. It was a hard thing to say.**

**ZoeyB-Girl: I understand.**

**A long virtual silence went between the two. Tell him you love him, a voice screamed at Zoey. Tell him how you feel! Zoey took a deep breath and started typing but before she could send it, Chase wrote something.**

**PCAChase: Zo, I need to tell you something.**

**ZoeyB-Girl: Alright... shoot.**

**PCAChase: I love you.**

**ZoeyB-Girl: Darn it. You beat me to it. **

**PCAChase: To what?**

**ZoeyB-Girl: The whole confession of love thing.**

**PCaChase: You mean...**

**ZoeyB-Girl: I guess we're both alot more alike than we knew. **

**PCAChase: I guess so.**

**ZoeyB-Girl: Well...I am suddenly exhaused. I proboly should get some sleep. **

**PCAChase: Yeah me too.**

**ZoeyB-Girl: I love you, Chase Matthews.
**

**PCAChase: I love you too. See you soon. **

**ZoeyB-Girl: A year isn't that long.**

**PCAChase: It'll fly by.**

**ZoeyB-Girl: Good night.**

**PCAChase: Good Night.**

**_PCAChase has signed off._**

Zoey shut down her laptop and gently set it under her bed. She felt more settled and satisfyed than she had been in a long time.If Chase leaving for a year made her realize that she loved him, it was worth it.She didn't know the future or what it held but she knew that it was gonna be good. They loved each other. "I love Chase Matthews and he loves me back," Zoey whispered to the quiet room. And with that she settled into her bed under the covers and drifted off to sleep.

**A/N: Well right now it is pretty close to three a.m. which I find pretty funny because I actually just got done with a conversation on aim. It was nowhere near as happy as Zoey's because all we talked about was music. But anyway, this short 900 word one shot was dedicated to myself. Imagine my situation like this story only it stops at the whole lingering question Would she ever see him again thing? Yeah...don't have the courage to profess my love to my crush who is moving 20 hours away. Aye. If only my life could be like my story. Ok I need to quit talking to myself. **

**If you liked it, review. If you didn't like it, review. It's as simple as that. :)**

**Noelle
**

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Can't Sleep by Noelle Joi


Between Time

**Disclaimer**: Zoey 101 is not owned by moi.

**A/N**: I love taking teens from childrens' shows and placing them in the future. And for some reason I'm a little obsessed with Zoey 101 right now, so these kids are the targets of my writing. This is random, inspired by a similar moment I had the other day really early in the morning before my alarm went off, where I was half-asleep, but half-awake.

_Between Time_

**XXX**

It's the moment between waking and sleeping that you find most frustrating.

Really, it's the noises; you can always distinguish what's going on around you, your conscience awake and working but your body not yet caught up. Everything is louder than it should be and your senses are heightened to the point of annoyance, because every squeak and footstep and whisper is magnified and you feel like you'll never fall back asleep, never regain the calm and quiet that comes with your eyelids shut and your ears deaf and your mind focused on your subconscious, trying to sort out your every-day problems in dreams.

But sometimes it's nice, this time in between darkness and daylight, because it gives you a chance to think, not always coherently, about things. You can let your thoughts wander to anything, anything at all, and you don't worry about being disturbed, because people know better than to wake you when you're asleep by now.

Once and a while, while you're in this state, your dreams keep going, mixed in with the reality around you. You're at boarding school, sitting on the lush, green grass with the sun warming your face, or you're resting on one of the over-stuffed couches in the lounge, surrounded by people you care about. But then there are giggles in the background, shushing, the tinkling of metal lightly hitting another piece of metal, steps being taken carefully and precisely as if to keep you from waking, and none of these have to do with your dreams.

As your mind escapes you, suddenly you see flashes, almost like a slideshow of pictures with animated moments thrown in, and it all looks like a project you would have had to do for one of your classes in high school. Images rush by, some familiar, some surprisingly forgotten. You, lying on a beach with your friends; you, sitting in a coffee shop on a rainy day with your boyfriend; you, in a blue dress fixing your hair in a mirror; you, accepting your high school diploma; you, eleven and kissing a boy for the first time; you, standing as Maid of Honor at one of your best friend's weddings; you, receiving an A on a test; you, staring into the eyes of a little girl, their blue color matching your own.

They're unorganized and out of date, and you don't even know why any of them come to you, but you can't stop it, because the pillows are cushioning your head and the blankets are smothering you just right and you think if you moved a muscle, you'd ruin the perfect feeling of contentment. So you skip down memory lane, sail through dream-land, push away reality.

Sometimes, if you're more awake than asleep, you start a list of things you need to do that day, of people you need to call (Mom, Nicole, the babysitter, your sick secretary), of events you need to attend (morning meeting with your staff, afternoon meeting at the hospital), of places you have to be (evening ballet lesson to cheer from the sidelines, home to help with a book report), of appointments that must be kept (quick run to the eye-doctor during lunch break), all the while considering what you could make for dinner that night (pasta? chicken?). If you weren't already in bed, you'd collapse from exhaustion.

More images float by: you, entering room 101 of Brenner Hall at Pacific Coast Academy for the first time; you, searching through magazine after magazine and store after store in search of the perfect wedding dress; you, at a friend from PCA's New York City apartment, sipping on a cocktail as you reminisce with your long-time pals; you, sitting in your old home in Louisiana watching a movie with your younger brother; you, listening to a child's heartbeat with a stethoscope.

The sounds from the real world keep growing fainter, and then louder again, never disappearing completely, and never fully hitting your ears at their total volume. You aren't sure if the words and phrases you hear are coming from around you, or from your dreams, but you don't want to open your eyes and check, just yet, because that means you'll have to start your day.

The memories keep assaulting your undistracted mind's eye: you, scraping your knee after falling off of your bicycle; you, sitting through your very first college course at Harvard; you, baking cookies with your mother; you, breaking up with your boyfriend for the third time in one week; you, making dinner for your husband for your one-year anniversary; you, watching your little brother get married; you, skimming the shelves of baby books at Borders; you, giving a little boy a flu shot; you, searching for your daughter's lost puppy in the middle of the night with a neighbor.

The shushing is becoming louder, and it seems that having to wake up and face the day is immanent. You blink your eyes slowly at first, because the sun is too bright, and once your gaze isn't as bleary, you check to see the time. It's seven o'clock a.m.; it's time to start.

The bed shifts as a weight pushes down the other side, and you lift yourself up a little on your elbows to get a better look. Your husband is sitting, putting on his socks while trying to keep the little girl with blue eyes in front of him from making too much noise. You smile immediately at the sight.

The two notice your movements and both get guilty looks on their faces.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" you ask tiredly, moving some hair out of your vision.

Your husband shrugs as he leans across the bed to kiss your cheek. "You looked peaceful. You've been working too hard lately," he says, quietly.

The little girl jumps up onto the bed beside you, the Jack Russell Terrier with a tinkling collar nestling himself into the comforter. "Mommy, Daddy made pancakes an' he _burned_ 'em."

"_Did_ he?" you question with interest, smoothing down your daughter's light hair before turning an accusatory eye on your husband. "Well, that just goes to show that Daddy needs to take those cooking lessons Mommy's been suggesting for _years_."

"Do I hafta go to school today?" the child asks in a typical whiny-kid voice.

"If I have to go to work then you have to go to school," you tell her, swinging your feet off of the bed to meet the chilly hardwood floor.

"Go finish eating your breakfast," your husband instructs, and the little girl bounds out of the room, the dog trotting behind in her wake.

"You have a good dream?"

Your eyebrows crinkle, confused. "What?"

"You were smiling in your sleep. You must've been dreaming about something good," he explains.

You shrug casually and stand, stretching. As you pass by him, you pat his shoulder. "Just reminiscing a little I guess, _dear_."

He follows you out of the room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen, where your daughter is chewing on an especially rubbery pancake. Your husband pours each of you a cup of coffee and hands yours to you, his eyes twinkling at the little girl.

The moment between waking and sleeping may be the most frustrating, but the moments right before and after are the most gratifying.

**XXX**

_End._

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Between Time by KateToast


boys,friends and school

**Boys, Mates and School! By Hayley.C.**

One day I was casually walking along the school corridor when my friends Bonny and Lizzie came up to me and said "Its time, were sick of seeing you waste your life away!" "What the hell do you mean?" I said looking confused. Bonny and Lizzie pulled me away from the entrance to the girl's loos and walked me over to the collection of lockers by the Maths Department where Elins locker was. They had a firm grip on my shoulders and had their feet clamped down on mine. I began to get butterflies as I saw Owen walking over to his locker and began to unlock it.

They walked me to him hands forced behind my back I began to feel sick, as I knew what was going to happen next! Bonny stepped forward Lizzie held tighter I felt dizzy now, then Bonny said "Hayley do you like Owen or not?" Owen looked away from his locker. "Well ermmmm" I mumbled blushing. "Oh come on girl spit it out!" Lizzie said raising her voice. "Well I've got to admit someday well err yes!" I proclaimed. "YES!" Lizzie and Bonny triumphed high fiveing each other. "Okayyyyy" Owen said as if thought that weird.

The next day I was with my Besties when "SAY IT SAY IT!" chorused Bonny and Lizzie. "Say what?" I queried. "Ask Owen out!" Blurted Bonny. "Yeah." Proclaimed Lizzie. "Umm okay then I'll try as long as you two will be right behind me." I said uneasy. "Absolutely!" they chorused. I scuttled Bonny and Lizzie trotted down the school corridor Owen was at his locker again he went pink as he caught sight of me. "Ermmmm hey Owen." I said Nervously. "Hi" he said. "I was just wondering wanna go out sometime?" I asked. "Alright then" he shrugged. "Mail me." he said. "Cool you'll get mine when I mail you" I said happily as he handed me a peace of paper. "Yeah see ya got to catch the bus." He said cheerfully. "Okay Bye." I said. "ALRIGHT!!!!!!" Me, Lizzie and Bonny chorused high fiveing each other.

It worked me and Owen went Adventure Island that Saturday YAY now go there aint nothing to see here! You don't want to here the gory details!

**THE END!**

The email in this story is not real; well I don't think it is anyway!

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boys,friends and school by pontinsgal


Bridge to Burn

I was the glad it was finally summer. Now I'd have two and a half months of wind whipping through my hair as I sped down the highway in my new convertible, endless hours on the beach trying to nail the perfect tan, and lots of time to spend with my totally awesome boyfriend of five months, Trent. This was going to be the summer to beat in all the upcoming summers of my life. Perfect would only pass as an understatement.

"Here's your change." I handed the middle aged woman a quarter and two dimes after I punched in the keys on the cash register. The only downfall was my job at Starbucks. I loved ordering and sipping iced coffee, not preparing it to hand out to _other_ people! Of course, this wasn't my choice. My mother figured it'd be best for me to start prepping for the real world, even though senior year hasn't even begun. She probably thinks I'm still her little girl and that I never stopped spilling juice on the carpet and wearing pigtails. Well, she's going to have to wake up soon because in the next year and a half, Trent and I will be getting married and planning to start a family.

"Have a nice day," I reminded the woman as she turned and headed for the exit. Saying that over and over got pretty tiring after awhile.

A girl that looked about my age walked up to the register and began scanning the menu. After observing her for a minute, I realized it was Lana, my sworn enemy from freshman year. She was the one who caused my expulsion. I still had yet to get my revenge. "I'll have a mocha latte and a chocolate scone. Ooh yeah, and a black coffee with a large cinnamon roll. And extra frosting."

"Whoa, that's a lot of calories there, girl. Sure you wanna break your South Bitch - I mean _Beach_ - diet so soon?" Meeting my eyes, her jaw dropped.

"Look who's back. Pyscho loser Rebecca Browning. Haven't seen you in awhile. I thought your parents had finally kicked your ass out once and for all."

"Be happy I'm on the job. Otherwise your head would be receiving a nice greeting with that countertop in a few seconds."

"Ooh, is that a threat? I'm sure your boss would like to hear all this."

"You know what, Lana? Just fork over the cash and get the hell out."

"Wow, aren't I a valued customer?" She chuckled, pushing her sunglasses up onto her forehead. "Well, I have to wait for my boyfriend. He's paying and he's in the bathroom."

"Nice, real nice. Next!" I called, wanting her to get out of my face and leave the restaurant. Just laying eyes on her made me want to go mad. How could any guy deal with a two-faced bitch like her?

After taking a couple of orders, I realized that Lana had apparently left. Breathing a sigh of relief, I turned to go and wash down some tables when I heard the bell ring. "Hello, I'm ready to order over here."

"I'm coming, I'm com-" I stopped short because there stood Chase, looking exactly how I'd left him. Dark brown bushy hair, light green eyes, surfer t-shirt. Everything I'd ever wanted in a boyfriend. "Hi. Um... what do you want?"

"I think my girlfriend already ordered for me," he mumbled awkwardly. "Was it a black coffee with a cinnamon roll, extra frosting?" My face fell. Chase was dating _Lana_? What a step down.

"Yeah, that's what Lana ordered. If that's who you're talking about." My voice was a little snappy, but I didn't care. Chase had been an asshole ever since he dumped me, so what was I expecting? An apology, a reconciliation, an engagement ring?

"Look Becca-" He paused for a moment and then corrected himself. "_Re_becca. I wanted to apologize for everything that happened at PCA."

"That's cool, Chase. I'm totally over you. Didn't you hear about me and Trent?"

"Well, no, but that's beside the point. Our moms set us up because they thought we were compatible. Obviously we weren't exactly a match made in heaven like they thought, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends, does it?"

"Not really, but you can't expect me to be friends with you if you're dating Lana." I was glad there was no line forming behind Chase. Otherwise I'd probably have lost my job by now, and then I would go home and be mangled by my mother. "How about we take this outside?"

"Sure," he said, not wanting to look at me.

"I'm on break, guys!" I yelled to the other employees. Gina immediately took my place at the register.

We stepped outside. Chase had even held the door for me. He was a great ass kisser, if nothing else. "It's not going to be easy if we're at PCA and you hate me. What if we have classes together? What if-?"

"Just shut up and cool it, okay Chase? If we're going to make this work, I'll just try to be nice to you for starters. So... what's been going on in your life? Besides sex with Lana I mean."

"I'm not sleeping with Lana, okay? And if I was, you wouldn't need to know. We've only been going out for a week, and she's nothing compared to you."

Just as I was about to cut off his nonsensical rambling once more, his confession rang in my ears. Was Chase asking for forgiveness? "That's nice of you, Chase. Really, it is. But Trent and I love each other. We're getting matching piercings next week. It's gonna be awesome!"

"Well, that's nice to hear. Trent is that freakish looking goth guy that we used to make fun of, right?"

"Trent is not freakish looking, he's hot. Goth is the new prep. _I_ never used to make fun of him because I always thought he was cute. He just never talked. He's just misunderstood, that's all."

"I hope you two are doing well." Chase looked up and smiled at me, and I couldn't help but to smile back. He was trying extremely hard at this, and at least we both had new companions to justify that we'd completely moved on.

Tilting his head back, he examined the clouds. "Do _not_ bring up the weather," I scolded. "That will kill this effort."

"I wasn't going to," he insisted, turning back to me. "I was going to ask you about your plans for college."

"Who says I want to go? Trent and I are getting married as soon as I turn eighteen."

"Really? You'll be ready for marriage at eighteen, Rebecca?" Pulling out my pack of Malboros, I fished around in my smock for my lighter.

"I sure will. I'm confident Trent's the one."

"You _smoke_ now?"

"Chase, I'm almost seventeen. I'm not that same fifteen year old brat whose heart you broke a little over a year ago. I've made some drastic changes in my life, and they're all for the better."

"Well, obviously not _that_ change. Do you know how much you're destructing your body?" I took a drag and leaned up against the brick wall.

"Trent turned me onto it. He says it's a painkiller. A little boy like you wouldn't understand."

"No, I guess I wouldn't. Because I would never let my girlfriend pressure me into doing anything that I either wasn't ready for, or didn't need in my life."

"Whatever Chase. You know Zoey was the one who told you to break up with me, you'll just never admit it."

"You know it all, Rebecca. You know it all. Zoey had nothing to do with that situation. I made that decision for myself."

"Keep telling yourself that, Lana lover."

"I think I'm done trying, Rebecca. You obviously don't want me around you anymore, and I can accept that. I hope you'll realize that smoking won't solve any of your problems, and neither will acting like a tough chick. Trust me, my old friend Dana tried it, and it just didn't work."

His cell phone buzzed. "It's a text from Lana. She's waiting for me inside. Goodbye, Rebecca."

When the door slammed, I slunk down to the cold pavement below. Who was Chase to try and give me advice? He'd hurt me without care or caution. Why should I listen to him? I took another drag, pondering this.

No matter what my mother thinks, I'm not a little kid anymore. Maybe I could learn from Chase, though. He was the first guy that I thought I loved, and maybe he did have some wisdom to share. Even though he was dating Lana now, he was a part of _my_ past. I could always look back on him and wonder what the hell I'd been thinking - in more ways than one.

Checking my watch, I sighed and stubbed out my cigarette. In a way, I wished I could just drop it there and have the whole building catch fire with Lana crumbling to her knees and melting inside. But I needed to get over myself and realize that holding grudges wouldn't get me anywhere. Only burning bridges would.

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Bridge to Burn by Underneath All Elsewhere