Six Degrees

**A.N So,this is kind of different from **_**Safe**_**. I will be really drawing from some personal experience so it may be emotional at points. I hope you guys like it.**

**Inspired by The Script's **_**Six Degrees of Separation.**_

**I OWN NOTHING.**

**WARNING: Chase is a tad OOC.**

_**First, you think the worst is a broken heart.**_

Chase Matthews eased his self down onto the couch next to Zoey Brooks.

"Can I talk to you?"

Zoey appeared to become uncomfortable.

"I don't think that's such a good-"

"I _need_ to talk to you." he asserted.

"Okay."

He ran his hands over his thighs, sighing heavily. This wouldn't be easy for him.

"Rebecca has a big problem with you and me being friends. "

"I know."

"She said... " He paused to give her a quizzical look. "You know?"

Zoey nodded. " Yeah, she came to my room and told me to stay away from you."

"She sorta said the same thing to me today."

"Did you explain to her that we're just friends?"

"Yeah."

"And she said? "

"That if I wanted her to be my girlfriend I can't... hang out with you anymore and talk to you."

She took a deep breath, resigning herself to what was about to happen.

"Okay, I get it. Look, the most important thing to me is that you're happy."

Chase's green eyes filled with tears. This was the girl he had loved for two years. He was still in love with her, to be honest.

"I'm so sorry,Zoey. I just have to see were this thing with Rebecca could go."

She felt a lump form in her throat . She could do this. She could be the supportive best friend...former best friend, anyway.

"It's fine, Chase. I'll miss you but I'll be okay...eventually." That was a lie. She would never be okay with losing her best friend. And truthfully, the boy she had loved since that first day all those years ago.

She saw his bottom lip quiver so she reached for his hand.

"Just promise me something,yeah?" she asked.

"Anything." he vowed.

" You won't leave our friends. No matter what. "

"I wasn't planning on it. You aren't thinking about-?"

"No."

Silence settled over them. This was were the great adventure that was their friendship ended.

"You are the best friend I could have ever asked for,Zo. No one else could be this understanding. "

" I just want you happy, Chase. If me being out of your life is what that takes, I'll step aside."

He pulled her in for one last hug, sobbing into her shoulder.

Zoey stayed strong,however, patting his back then pulling away.

"Go."

He obeyed, standing and walking towards the door. He gave her one last regretful look before exiting the lounge,taking her heart with him.

Chase did not go back to his room that night. At least, not before curfew. He wandered around campus, stopping at all of his favorite places. He sat on the edge of the fountain for about an hour, then at the base of that fateful flag pole. He even fell asleep on the beach for a few minutes before deciding he should make his way back to Room 148.

He snuck in quietly, using his key and tried to slide beneath the covers of his bed.

No luck.

His dorm light flickered on as he turned to face his roommates.

"Man,where the hell have you been?" Michael questioned.

"Do you know what time it is? " Logan demanded.

"I was out."

"Out? The boy says he was out! Do you know how worried we were?"

"Sorry, _Dad."_ Chase barked, sarcasm heavy in his voice. He was so not in the mood for this shit.

His best friend gaped at him.

"What crawled up your butt,_Matthews_? You only get like this when it involves something with-"

Chase saw it dawn on Michael just who could cause him to act this way.

He already missed her so much it hurt.

Michael sighed, throwing an arm around his bushy haired friend.

"What happened, Chase?"

" I can't be friends with Zoey anymore. "

"Why the hell not? "

"Rebecca isn't cool with it. "

Logan shook his head. "So you are choosing some chick you've barely known three months over the love of your life? Smart. "

"Zoey isn't the love of my life." Chase grumbled.

"Sure, and I am not the most attractive person in this room." Logan scoffed.

Michael gave him a look that clearly said to shut up.

"Listen,man. Logan is kind of right. Zoey is your girl best friend. Why would you give that up?"

"I want to see if there could be a future with Rebecca. I can't do that with Zoey hanging around. Besides,she is totally okay with it. She told me that my happiness was all that mattered. "

"She would say that, you idiot. Zoey is practically the most selfless person in this entire school. You've broke her heart but she won't show it." Logan said harshly, glaring at Chase.

The other boy shook his head. "Well it is too late. I've already ended it. "

He walked away from his roommates, stripping down to his boxers and climbing under the covers with out another word.

The remaining occupants of Room 148 exchanged a quick glance before turning off the lights and following his lead.

_**What's gonna kill you is the second part**_

He knew it was going to be difficult but never could he have imagined it would be that bad.

She didn't show up for the Gang's daily breakfast at Milo's on campus.

Nor did she appear for the late afternoon movie or picnic dinner on the beach.

He should have known she would do this, tear herself away from the group to allow him to be with them and Rebecca.

He avoided the glares that Quinn sent him, as well as the snide remarks Lola tossed towards Rebecca.

Chase couldn't really blame them , or Zoey. He tried to make himself feel better by believing this would all blow over. She'd be back the next day in her normal seat ,quietly eating grapes.

_**And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle**_

She wasn't.

Neither were Lola or Quinn.

Their absence was felt greatly as the boys tried to go about the usual morning routine. However, without Quinn for Logan to bicker with or Lola to be dramatic about how cold her coffee was getting, they found it tough to do so.

Micheal picked at his stack of pancakes as Rebecca launched into an explanation about something none of the boys, including her boyfriend, particularly cared about. Roommate drama already, blah blah blah.

Logan was growing tired already of his roommate's girlfriend yapping but had resigned himself to the fact there was little he could do at the moment. He could ,however, bail the hell out of there.

"I'm going to go pick up some FroYo for the girls. " He announced, shoving his tray to the center or the table and leaving.

"Hey,yeah. I'll go with you. I could use some of that myself." Michael agreed, quickly standing.

"Ciya Chase."

"Bye dude."

Before he could spit out a proper good bye they were gone.

_**And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself**_

The next morning, both of his so called best friends left him to have breakfast with Rebecca on his own. He didn't think a boyfriend had ever hated eating a meal alone with his girlfriend as much as he had.

"Traitors." He had mumbled under his breath as he located Logan and Michael carrying white take out trays towards the girls lounge later that day.

He felt as though he was being exiled.

This feeling only lasted the day.

On the fourth day, everything seemed to return to normal. Zoey was even present for a few moments at a time before running off to the "library" or some other location that required her immediate attention. Though it was only momentary, it was refreshing to see her bright face.

It wasn't much but it was better than nothing.

_**Fifth, you see them out with someone else**_

Chase Matthews had never felt more betrayed than he did in that moment as he watched Logan Reese pull a certain blonde into his chest.

Zoey's arms wrapped around his torso in return. Chase could see her smile as she hugged back. Had he sent Zoey running to Logan Reese for comfort? The thought of Logan's brand of 'comfort' sent a wave of nausea straight to his gut.

As she broke from the hug and walked away, Chase began to make his way towards the rich boy with a purpose.

"How dare you!" he growled, shoving his roommate with as much force as he could muster.

"Chase, it is not what you think!"

"Not what I think? Enlighten me, Reese. How was the way you were just hugging her in anyway 'not what I think'?"

"Listen asshole, she's spent the last few days bawling her eyes out in the privacy of her own room. .her." He accentuated each word with a slight push. "And that hug you saw? That was me being her friend because you sure as hell aren't being that. The only reason we are all still talking to you is because she _begged _us no to alienate you. She knows that you need us just as much as she does. "

With a disapproving shake of his head, Logan left the bushy haired boy to consider what he had just said.

_**And the sixth, is when you admit you may have fucked up a little**_

He hadn't slept in over a week, not since Logan told him off. Luckily, classes would not be starting until Monday of the next week.

Chase spent his nights, sitting up on his bunk bed torn between screaming about how stupid he had been and drafting a break up text to Rebecca. Did she deserve a face to face end to their realtionship? Not in his book. He'd given up everything for her. Zoey had been his everything and it may be too late for him to fix that.

He finally built the courage up to send the message.

_**"Becca,we need to talk."**_

_**"Wut about?"**_

_**"I don't think we are working out."**_

_**"R u jking?"**_

_**"No. I am serious. "**_

_**"U r break'n up with me by txt? Gawd,ur such a scumbag."**_

_**"I am sorry you feel that way."**_

_**"Is this about HER?"**_

He didn't bother to answer, there was no need for it. They both knew the truth.

Chase checked his clock. 7 p.m. It would take him about ten minutes to make his way to Fulton Hall.

It was growing dark as Chase made his way across campus , running as fast as his awkward legs would take him. (He really needed to work on his coordination.)

When he finally reached Room 101, he was out of breath but knocked with the strength of someone with more stamina.

Lola opened the door, a curious look on her face that soon slipped into a blank stare.

"What do you want?"

"I need to see Zoey."

"No."

"Lola, please. I don't have time to mess around. I need to see her, _now_."

The Latina wouldn't budge.

Growing impatient, Chase pushed passed her into the room. His eyes landed automatically on Zoey.

She greeted him with a look of pure shock.

"Hey ,you shouldn't be in here. " She said with genuine concern.

He didn't answer her. He simply grabbed her by the shoulders.

"I need you to listen to me, okay?"

Zoey nodded, wide eyed.

"I screwed up. Majorly. It took me a few weeks to figure that out but my eyes are wide open,Zo. "

Her brown orbs filled with tears and her bottom lip trembled.

She wanted to be angry with him, to yell or scream. Maybe even throw a few punches, but Zoey wasn't a violent person. She didn't like to use her fists, she would sure as hell use her words though.

"Chase, I've been pathetically sitting around for nearly two weeks. My heart was ripped open by you choosing her. Like I had been the one to give you the ultimatum. I've spent days trying to figure out where I went wrong. "

"You didn't. It was me, all me." He told her, his own green eyes full to the brim and his voice thick with the hurt he too was feeling.

She was silent, no longer looking at him. Zoey was a forgiving person at heart , all she really wanted to do is throw her arms around his neck and never let go again.

"Are you still with _her?" _

"No. I broke up with her before coming here. "

"Because of me?" She asked, feeling a little guilty. Rebecca may be a skunkbag but she was still a human being.

" That, and being with her just never felt right. Hell, being with anyone feels wrong. Want to know why? _Because_ _they aren't you." _he whispered the last part, hoping not to offend Lola.

Zoey's jaw dropped, her heart fluttering.

Quinn and Lola exchanged looks of shock. He had admitted it! He had finally said it!

Quinn, having waited a tad longer than Lola for this moment, became overwhelmed with thoughts. It would happen at last, all Zoey had to do is tell him how she had always felt about him and life as they knew it would be changed for the better.

"What do you mean,Chase?" Zoey asked wearily. She would not allow herself to get her hopes up.

"I am in love with you, Zoey Brooks. I have been since I hit that stupid flag pole. I literally and figuratively fell for you that day. I never got back up. "

"Chase, you have no idea how long I've waited for you to say that. " she told him, a smile breaking onto her face.

His features scrunched together in confusion.

"What?"

"I'm in love with you too, stupid!" she giggled. "I haven't known as long as you have. I think I figured it out sometime around the dance in 8th grade. "

Suddenly, it was almost as if the weight on Chase's heart was gone. She loved him too! He could have flown in that moment, he was certain of that.

"Well don't just stand there, kiss already!" Lola demanded.

"Out!" Zoey yelled, annoyed at her friends blatant lack of respect for her privacy.

"Going!" Lola chirped, pulling Quinn along with her and slamming the door behind them.

Chase watched them go before turning to Zoey with a wide grin.

"Well, you heard the girl." He chuckled, drawing her too him by the waist.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself onto tip toes to press her lips to his in a sweet,blissful kiss.

_**No there's no starting over,**_

_**Without finding closure, you'd take them back,**_

_**No hesitation.**_

**A.N: Well there you go,my first one shot! :3 I'll have an update for **_**Safe**_** probably tomorrow night. I'm spending the weekend with Soul and we've been side by side writing/drawing ^^.**

**Again I own nothing.**

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Six Degrees by MadamSoprano


Chemistry

**Chemistry**

Disclaimer: I don't own Zoeyy 101, Nick does.

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She was often blind about these things. You know the kind of things that people have when liking someone. Look at Chase and Zoey, for example, they both had chemistry, even if they were too shy to admit it.

The ironic thing was the fact that Quinn had a boyfriend as well. But sadly enough, she didn't see that Mark wasn't the truly the guy for her. Even though Quinn always followed facts, the only thing that made sensed to her.

But love, never comes easily for anyone. The fact is that love rarely follows facts, only emotions that stomp out all logic.

The fact is Quinn was in denial. She didn't have the same kind of chemistry that Zoey and Chase. She didn't have any chemistry with Logan.

_So why did her heart beat a little faster, and gets butterflies in her stomach when ever she sees Logan?_

_Quinn might be in denial_, but others can perfectly see that she had chemistry with Logan. If only she could follow through with those facts, and if only Logan can follow through as well.

But like in chemistry, where mixing the wrong chemicals results in a catastrophic event, Quinn knew she couldn't touch Logan. Not even a little bit.

Besides, she had a boyfriend. And that was more than enough chemistry that she could follow through.

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Chemistry by lilyqueen777


Protectin Her

A.N one-shot! 1st one:)!

"When I feel like crashing down

You seem to be around

There you are"

Zoey looked over her song. She was going to sing at the dance. She picked that song for a special person. If you knew her, you knew who it was. You guessed it: Chase Bartholamewl Matthews. She loved him and maybe that song would let him know that. If it didn't, stuff it! Nicole came in.

"Hey Zo." She said in her normal perky mood. "Hey, do you think this song would tell Chase anything?" Zoey asked, handing her the lyrics. "Umm...like what?" Nicole asked. She should dye her hair blonde. At least that's what Logan said. "That I love him?" Zoey suggested. "Yeah." Nicole said. "Good." Zoey smiled.

Later that night,

Zoey was backstage waiting to be called. "PCA,GIVE IT UP FOR YOUR OWN: ZOEY BROOKS!"Michael announced. He was the DJ. Everyone cheered. Especially her friends. She smiled and exhaled. She went on stage. "HELLO PCA! HOW WE DOIN'!" Zoey asked. Chase was looking at her outfit: a dark mint green silk shirt with lace straps, denim ripped jeans, and flip- flops. He was drooling...in his mind. She looked at Michael and nodded. The music started.

"This song is dedicated to a very special friend...infact he's my best." Zoey said.

"You, you're always there for me

When I need you most

Day and night you're by my side

Protecting me

When I feel like crashing down

You seem to be around

There you are

You're not that far cause

Whenever, where ever baby

You'll protect me

No matter what

You hold me tight

With all your might

And you will never let me go

Protecting me

Protecting me" Zoey sung.

"You, you listen to me when I speak out loud and you

You know right when

My hearts been bent

When my life's been tumbling around

You take me off the ground

You tell me everthings ok

Whenever, where ever baby

You'll protect me

No matter what

You hold me tight

With all your might

And you will never let me go

You will never let me go

You will never let me go

You will never let me go

When it's my turn

To help you out

I'll gladly lift you up

Without a doubt" Chase wondered who she was singing to.

"Whenever,whenever where ever baby

You'll protect me

No matter what

With all your might

And you will never let me go

Whenever, where ever baby

I'll protect you

I'll hold you tight

With all my might

And I will never let you go

Let you go

You, you're always there for me

When I need you most

Day and night you're by my side

Protecting me

Protecting me

Protecting me" Zoey looked at everyone.

Everyone cheered. For her, she realized. She smiled and thanked them. Then she headed backstage.

Chase was waiting for her. Zoey smiled at him. "Who was the person?" Chase asked. Zoey kissed him. He kissed back. Zoey eventually pulled back. "And it always will be." She said.

_Fin._

A.N I hope you read the lyrics! If y'all liked that then check out my profile tell me what story to write, email me, and reveiw. :)! Short and sappy.

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Protectin Her by happybunnyluvr007liscence2kill


Hiding away

Hiding Away

_**Hiding Away**_

_Hiding losing the day as if it doesn't really matter saying good bye scared to say why afraid it will shatter our love._

Chase wiped the tears from Zoey's eyes and held her hand. He had just said that they needed to take a break. He didn't tell her why because he was afraid she wouldn't love her anymore if he did.

_I need some faith now to trust you some how. Why are we keeping our secrets why are we hiding ourselves away any way we can._

Chase got up and left the room tears spilling from his own eyes. He hated lying to her it always made her cry it always ended like this. He flung himself on the couch and called Michael. Michael was always supportive but Chase didn't think he would be this time.

_How will we know where will we go will ever really have to. Sometimes it's clear when you are near nothing can shatter our love._

Michael as Chase had predicted was not on his side this time.

Michael yelled "Chase you do this to her every time you think about Rebecca! You can't keep calling off the engagement and then begging for her to take you back! I don't she will this time Chase. Now it's late and I think you just made me wake Lola up."

Chase went into the bed room Zoey had cried herself to sleep. She still had her clothing on Chase took her nightgown out of the closet and put it on her. He crawled into bed beside her and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

_Show me some faith now trust me somehow I won't let you hide away._

In the morning Zoey got up and got dressed thinking that this would be like any other morning. Chase touched her arm and said "Zoe I'm not so sure we need to take a break. I love you."

Zoey said "Chase we do this every other month tell me what's wrong. Do I say things that upset you? Have I been unkind or hurtful? I want you to stop hiding things from me."

Our relation ship would be perfect if you would just tell me what's wrong."

Chase said "Zoe as much as I love you I still might have feelings for Rebecca."

Zoey said "Chase why you weren't honest with me from the start? If you and I are going to continue living together we have to stop hiding things from each other. Promise me that we won't have another night like last night if you love me."

Chase smiled and said "I love you Zoe and this won't happen again ever because I love you."

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Hiding away by Music of the wind


Pain

**AN: So, I am in the mood for some serious angst right now. So, sadly, after reading a House MD story (one of the shows I am currently obsessed about, the other show being The Latest Buzz. Go Noah/Rebecca!), a Chase/Cameron angst story, this little oneshot popped in my head. Be warned, very VERY angsty, and no happy ending for anyone. So, enjoy! So, try to figure out the couple. I'll mention the couple I thought of at the end, or near to it. Though it might be painfully obvious after a while.**

My happiness crumbled in an instant moment.

Despair and anger filled me, boiling up through my skin and hands, up to my brain, which didn't comprehend much at that single moment. Words spit out of her lips like wildfire, accusations being thrown at me.

I barely understood her logic, where this all was coming from. My hand subconsciously clenched, though I would never hit her. She was much too fragile and beautiful for that. We were outside, it was after dinner. The date had started out so innocently, so fun. One little glance at the dirty blonde girl sitting in the corner with her boyfriend, and everything turned.

I shouted words back at her, angry and accusations thrown at her as well. I accused her of being close-comforted with her ex boyfriend. She denied it, just as I denied all her accusations of not being in love with her, and cheating on her with other beautiful women every night.

We took our fighting outside. It felt awful, my life and knowledge falling apart, everything I thought I knew about her changed in an instant. Mistakes thrown around, words lashing out as people stared. The couple that were supposed to be perfect, not so perfect anymore. It hurt the fight. Well, not really, since I was on an adrenaline rush, but I knew it would impact me later.

Finally, the words died down, the shouting decreased, until finally a dangerous look in her eyes and three little words spat out of her ruby red lips.

"I hate you."

Footsteps retreating from the scene, as I watched her go, knowing we had just broken up for good.

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We used to be so happy. We never fought. It was like fighting was not in our vocabulary. We were the happy couple, the ones that were the ones to follow, the cute adorable couple.

All our friends thought so too, everyone thought we'd remain together, except for Lola. She thought we were too different to stay together. She knew it would be a matter of time before we separated.

I was never fond of Lola, I never liked her. She was such a kiss up to teachers, she had a horrible unforgiving boyfriend, Vince. They did not belong together either. I never ever forgave Vince for his actions. He would always remain the same, unchanged boy that beat up me and my friends in the tenth grade. Senior year was upon us and they still remained together. It sickened me deeply.

Those two were so happy and they didn't realize how imperfect they were for each other. Utterly disgusting, but Lola can take care of herself. Just like me and my girlfriend had been doing.

The fights started in the middle of senior year, around November. It was so little. We fought, but got back together after a couple of days. The pain was never too big, just small jabs at the heart, small jabs at my body. It never lasted, and I knew it.

Probably around the time of March then the fighting increased, became more violent, in words. No, we never fought physically, but it might as well have been.

My heart ached every time we fought, the adrenaline always ending after a few minutes after the fight, the pain and loss increasing dramatically until it became harder to breathe.

The fights became longer, lasting up to a week. Every time, I heard Lola laughing in our faces. The pain always overtook me, the loss of my girlfriend burning in my throat. Every time, I shrugged it off, but they all always knew.

We always avoided each other until we were calm enough to apologize. Words said to each other calmly, forgiveness then a kiss to seal our makeup.

Nothing, though, prepared me for that awful fight that May afternoon of our senior year, the first time she ever uttered the most hated three words in the universe. Words that she never said to anyone, not even her parents.

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Two days after our fight became two weeks, then three weeks. The pain of losing her became a lot to bear. The fire burned in my throat from crying secretly, the tightening in my chest and stomach stayed. I loved her, and never wanted to break up with her. The fight was stupid, that was for sure. I wish it had never happened.

But it did, and no way would she ever forgive me ever again. The fight was too painful. Now we were both suffering.

I saw her after that, just glances and stuff. She looked as distant and miserable as I. But I would not confront her. She would apologize to me for saying those words, and then I would make my apologies.

I would not, however, go after any girls. Doing that just reminded me of the pain still etched inside of me. The hurt, I knew would never go away. I cared about her too much.

After eighteen years of being alone, I finally found a girl that cared about me and then ended up breaking my heart within a year.

And I knew this feeling would never go away. I loved her. But I was too chicken to apologize to her.

It was a warm May evening, the end of May, coming up to graduation. I was in Sushi Roxs alone, stirring my root beer with my straw slowly. Then she entered, with her ex boyfriend.

The pain that remained in the back of my mind and body came full out again, jealousy coursing my veins as she sat, smiling her pearly white smile as that guy helped her sit. Finally he learned to be a gentleman, I thought miserably.

I want to desperately go up to her and apologize for my actions then punch her date out. Well, I presumed he was her date.

But I wouldn't. I controlled my anger as I sipped my root beer, my eyes staring at her directly.

She didn't notice. Of course she didn't, she was too busy laughing at a joke that guy was trying to tell her. I wanted to cry at that minute, wanting to do something to show I was affected by the breakup more than I should be. But I couldn't. It was too embarrassing. A guy like me crying over a girl like her. Preposterous!

I made up my mind to talk to her tomorrow though. I had to be strong and get back together with her. If I didn't, I would be emotionally hurt for life. Even just apologizing would get the guilt off of me.

Yes, that is what I'll do, I decided calmly as I kept watching her, not noticing the door to Sushi Roxs open.

Everything changed so fast. My heart started beating quickly as I wished I could have noticed the dark figure at the door. There was no time to react.

Voices started speaking quickly as Kazu and the man confronted. Everyone froze in shock as the man brought out a familiar yet unfamiliar object, I didn't recognize personally but had seen.

The death weapon of doom, black and most likely cold. A gun.

Pleading came across Kazu's lips as the man laughed, pointing the gun and talking. I didn't understand anything they were saying, I was too frozen in fear. I looked at the girl across the room, my ex girlfriend. Our eyes connected, each saying the same thing: help.

The fear rose up in my chest, emotional pain shooting across me like daggers of ice. I felt like throwing up, the bile rising in my throat. I was worried about one thing, and one thing only: the girl that I loved across the room, nearest to the gunman.

I desperately wanted to keep her safe, wanted to hold her in my arms and tell her how much I love her.

Hope rose in me that maybe the gunman would just leave and not hurt anybody.

My hope suddenly came crashing down as the shots and screams started.

Chaos was everywhere. People ran around frantically, trying to escape. People hid under tables, running like mad. I stayed frozen by the wall, watching everything unravel.

I kept my eyes on her and her date. I didn't hear Kazu's screams before he died, I didn't see Stacey Dillson scream in terror before she collapsed in a pool of her own blood. I didn't even notice Dustin Brooks grab his date before getting shot in the leg. I just kept my eyes on her.

She was watching her date, her own ex boyfriend, get shot, falling to his own death. I wanted to smirk, saying that it was meant to be, the old scum deserved to die for making her happy. But I just couldn't move. She was up on her feet at once, screaming and scrambling away from her dead ex as the gunman pointed the gun at her.

My heart pounded louder than ever, my pain and fear hitting me full force, freezing me as the single gunshot changed my life forever.

She didn't have any time to react. The bullet entered her chest. She fell in a tangled heap, her leg hitting a chair as it fell over.

My whole life changed as the sirens started, getting closer. I watched the gunman run out before I moved. I ran past all the bodies, either dead or injured, lying on the ground. I didn't stop until I reached her.

I bent down beside her, tears forming in my own eyes. She was struggling to breathe, her hair pooled out on the floor, her chest dripping with blood.

I scooped her up in my arms, thankful she was with me again, warmth tricking down my arms. I felt whole again, even though she was dying.

Her eyes were slightly glazed. She looked up at me, struggling to find her voice.

"Lo-gan," she rasped. I put my finger to her lips. I fixed her skewed glasses, putting them upright, her chocolate brown eyes looking up at me.

"Don't say anything. Save your breath," I told her softly. She nodded slowly as she looked down at her bleeding chest then back up at me. My eyes definitely filled with tears. She was dying, and there was nothing I could do.

"I'm-so-so-sorry," she managed to say. I smiled softly as I pressed my lips to her forehead. I shook my head quickly as I also struggled to breathe, though for me it was for different reasons.

"No, I'm sorry. I was a jerk, a complete jerk. I didn't mean any of it Quinn," I told her. I didn't want her to die; I wanted her to stay with me forever more. She took several deep breaths. I vaguely heard sirens coming closer, voices all around. But really, it was just me and her in the room, nobody else. She smiled as much as she could as she opened her mouth again.

"I-I love you," she managed to say. I smiled, though tears were falling down my face.

"I love you too Quinn," I told her. She seemed content at that, happy she could hear those words as her breathing slowed. I pressed my lips to hers once more, knowing if she died, that was what she would want. Oh heck, we both knew she was dying. I didn't like it though.

My chest tightened, the pain rising up as her eyes fluttered, looking up at me before closing completely. Seconds later, I felt her stop breathing, and in that moment a part of me died with her, the pain so bad and unbearable, I felt like I couldn't breathe. She was dead, I knew it. She was gone, and I would never be with her again. I would never see her alive, hear her bubbling laugh, apologize for everything I did wrong, kiss her as if she were the only girl in the world. Nothing would ever be the same to me.

I didn't hear the voices around me as paramedics came, I didn't feel someone tap me on the shoulder. When someone ripped my love out of my hands, I knew but was too far gone to realize it. Quinn was gone, and I was gone too.

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The funeral was simple. It was the day of graduation, we mourned over everyone that died that day. Kazu, Mark, Stacey, Walter, Rebecca, Quinn. Dustin was in a wheelchair, as the bullet that entered his leg hit a specific part of his body that somehow froze both his legs.

After we all graduated, I went to Seattle to attend Quinn's funeral. Every one of my friends did. Zoey and Chase were speechless, Michael was very upset, as was Lisa, Lola was heartbroken and Vince was sad he couldn't get to know Quinn.

As for me, I hadn't spoken a word since she died, it was too painful. After everyone left after we buried her, I stayed behind. I knelt at her gravestone, reading it.

_Quinn Isobel Pensky_

_March 21__st__, 1991-May 27__th__, 2009_

_Loving daughter, friend and girlfriend_

_May she rest in peace_

I sighed as I laid one single lily on her gravestone, her favourite flower I remembered. I looked up to the clouds, practically feeling Quinn watching over us. I knew I would never fall in love like I did with Quinn ever again. But I would try to be happy for Quinn's sake. I would go to college, just like she wanted, and I would be happy for her. I wouldn't forget her, ever. I would never be with her again, well someday I would.

But knowing she was watching over us made all the difference. And the pain would go away, eventually. I just had to be patient.

I stood up and whispered, "I love you Quinn. I'll never forget you. Goodbye," before leaving the graveyard, the wind blowing softly.

**See, I told you depressing. I hope you liked it, cause I wrote it, in like, an hour. Well, review. And yes, it is sad that Quinn and Logan were the couple, but I was in that mood.**

**And I have many more oneshots to come, so wait for those! Now I'm going to bed!**

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Pain by charmed4eva112


1. Chapter 1

**Till' I See You Again**

_"You're right. Everything you guys said was true."_

_"We know you miss Zoey man," Michael said._

_"I don't just miss her. I'm in love with her. I've been in love with Zoey ever since I met her. When she got out of her Dad's car, I saw her standing there and I rode my bike into that stupid flag pole. I was in love with Zoey before I hit the ground. I don't think that feeling's ever gonna go away."_

Chase had finally admitted it...again, to Michael and Logan and to himself that he was in love with Zoey Brooks. He sat there on the floor of his dorm room, breathing heavily, feeling disorientated. He thought he was over it. He thought that they were just friends, just really, really, close friends. But his feelings for her had never really died. It was like a cactus that his mom had last summer. It was a nice little cactus, about two inches tall, but in the winter, the cactus died. When spring came, Mrs. Matthews put the cactus outside. Chase never really paid attention to it until August, right before he went back to PCA. He was with Rebecca at the time. She was inside watching tv on the couch. He had gone outside to get his shoes that he had left by the trampoline when he saw it- the little cactus was about a twelve inches high now.

"Mom," Chase found his mother in the kitchen chopping walnuts for her famous chocolate chip cookies, "When did that cactus grow? I thought it died last year. Is it new?"

Mrs. Matthews looked at her son like he had lost his mind,"Um... I'm not sure. I put it outside last April and I guess it just grew over the summer."

"But I thought it was dead."

"Honey, why are you so bent out of shape over a plant."

"I-I don't know. It's just weird."

"Why don't you go back in the living room. It's not proper to leave your girlfriend alone watching television while you fret about a cactus."

"Alright Mom." He did what she said and forgot about it...until now. His love for Zoey really was like the cactus...even though that was possibly the strangest analogy he had ever come up with. He loved Zoey for those first two years, every day a little bit more. Then during Spring Break everything had crumbled down. He was SO close to telling her but once that stupid tek-mate fell in the fountain he gave it up. Rebecca was sort of a rebound, in a way. He needed to find some way to distract himself. He had convinced himself and his friends that he stopped loving Zoey. But, man, the look on her face when she walked in on him and Rebecca kissing. It was possibly the worst feeling he had ever had. He felt embarrassed, upset, and just awful that she had to see that. She had a look of hurt on her face that cut him inside so deeply he couldn't even describe.

Then when the year went on, when he and Rebecca broke up, and he and Zoey had gotten even closer than before he started falling again but he wouldn't admit it to himself. He still loved her, maybe a million times more than before.

He just stared at Logan and Michael, not knowing what else to say. There was nothing left to say. Zoey was gone and she couldn't come back. She said so herself.

"So what are you going to do?" Logan asked, quietly.

"I don't know," Chase said. About a half a second later his cell phone rang. Still feeling numb and oddly free from his piled up feelings he let it go to voice mail without even checking who it was.

"I think you should tell her," Michael said.

"You always think I should tell her. It's too messy. Especially now that she's gone."

"Who said love isn't messy? It's possibly the most complicated feeling in the world," Michael said,"The way I see it is that you could either tell her, and get it over with or keep these feeling to yourself and everyone but Zoey and be miserable."

"And what if she doesn't feel the same way about me?" Chase asked.

"Than you'll move on and get on with your life. You'll find someone new...that doesn't have the gross habits of a chimpanzee."

Chase rolled his eyes and thought for a moment.

Logan stood up,"Why don't we leave you alone to think about it." He pulled out the key for the padlock from his pocket and motioned for Michael to follow him. They unlocked the door and walked out.

Chase sat there for awhile, thinking, unable to move. He picked up the decapitated giraffe and it's head. Maybe he could have his Mom sew its head back on its body. Zoey gave it to him for Christmas last year. Who knew it would mean so much to him now? Even the mere thought of not being able to see Zoey again killed him. It was like a part of him had died. And it didn't help much that she was mad at him right now. Suddenly Chase remembered the phone call he got earlier and reached into his pocket. Maybe it was her, he thought. He looked at his missed calls list and sighed. It was only his cousin Antwan. Chase stood up and grabbed some shampoo, soap, and a change of clothes. He needed to take a shower.

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A/N: Next chapter will explore Zoey's side of the story. I have been waiting for this episode (Good-bye Zoey Part 2) FOREVER! I can't believe it and used my shock to write this story. Normally this isn't my style of story but I felt like I needed to write it or I would die from...something. Thanks for reading if you did and please review:)

	2. Chapter 2

**'Till I See You Again**

**-**Chapter 2-

Zoey continued to stare at the screen, even after Chase left the room. She felt frozen to her computer chair, unable to speak, unable to think, just trying to process what she had just heard. It was the weirdest feeling she had ever felt in her life. "I don't just miss her. I'm in love with her." The words played over and over again in her head. How was she supposed to react? Should she call him? And if she did what would she say? Should she pretend she didn't hear it?

"Chase wants to tell you he's in love with you!" Lola had told her the first day of school last year. Zoey didn't want to believe her. She knew that they were just friends. They were nothing more than just a girl and guy who happened to be with each other all the time. Nothing more, nothing less. All the walks, the long talks, dinners at Sushi Rox, it was just them being best friends.

Memories weaved in and out of Zoey's mind. The eighth grade dance when Chase was so upset that she had chosen Glen Davis over him, that play he wrote, when he was going insane because she was going to kiss Logan, when she wasn't doing so well in Chemistry and she went to Logan for help, Chase thought they were dating and started hiding in bushes, trying to find out what was going on, and every time she even mentioned anyone that she might be interested in, like Danny. It finally hit her, Chase was _jealous. _It was all coming together, all the secrets, the techmate, the general Chase weirdness. It was all making sense. Completely overwhelmed with that awkward tingly, hot feeling Zoey managed to stand up and move toward her bedroom door.

But...there was a hint of hope that Zoey had always kept hidden so deep inside her heart. It was always there. The simple wonder of what it would be like to be with him as more than just friends. And there was always the feeling of attraction because of their natural chemistry. Their bodies naturally leaned closer than with any of her other guy friends. And there was the occasional romantic vibe. Like when they had to hold hands, pretending to be girlfriend and boyfriend so Trisha would quit stalking Chase. Zoey had felt strange with his hand enveloping hers at first. But after the first five seconds she felt something different- his hand was rough yet soft at the same time. She felt secure and warm. And then there was the dance. He had spent hours working on that dance so she wouldn't have to drop out. He had ended up sleeping in but they danced anyway. He held her, spun her, and looked at her in a way that made her want to melt.

Zoey's head was spinning, and just as if she was on a merry-go-round, she felt overwhelmingly dizzy with her feelings- happy that Chase could love her so much, angry that he had just let her move to London without even a good-bye, sad because she missed him and needed her best friend, and one more feeling. What was it? It was a mere flicker in the midst of confusion. Suddenly she knew. But that's ridiculous, Zoey thought. Yet she still walked out her door and into the kitchen where her parents sat, paying bills.

"Mom? Dad?"

"What is it Zoe?" Mrs. Brooks asked.

"I need to go back. Just for a weekend."

Mr. and Mrs. Brooks looked at each other, looks of befuddlement written across their faces.

"Why?" Mr. Brooks asked.

"I need to take care of something. Then I promise I'll be back for good."

Smiling, Mrs. Brooks looked at her husband and they read each others minds. It was an inside joke of theirs.

"Sure, hon. As long as it's really important," Mr. Brooks said.

"It is."

"I'll call the airline," Mrs. Brooks said.

"I'll call PCA," Mr. Brooks said.

"Thanks," Zoey walked back into her room, flopped on her bed, and smiled into her pillow thinking, _I love him too.

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_A/N: Part 3/3 will come by next Friday. I'm glad I was the first to write one of these because if I wasn't I would probably let other people's ideas screw up my own. Did you like my use of the word befuddlement? Haha. Good times. Review please! You guys are awesome!

Noelle

	3. Chapter 3

**'Til I See You Again**

-Chapter 3-

Zoey would not answer her phone when Chase called. He tried at least three times. It was getting depressing. He had said sorry, so what was the problem? Now that Chase finally realized that he loved Zoey, he also realized how incredibly disgusting Gretchen was and the only thing that she and Zoey had in common were their looks. So he told Gretchen he couldn't hang out with her anymore and she said, "That's stupid," and walked away.

So now it was a Saturday afternoon, the time that he and Zoey would usually be hanging out. Whether it was foosball, tennis, listening to music, catching a movie at the theater, they would always hang out on Saturday afternoon. This only depressed him more. He was laying on his bed playing with a rubik's cube. It was impossible. He had been trying to get all nine colors of red on one side, nine of yellow on the other side, and etc. What was the point of rubik's cubes anyway? To give people like Chase migranes?

Zoey could always complete the rubik's cube.

_Why didn't I say good-bye? Why didn't I swallow my stupid pride and tell her not to go? **Why didn't I tell her I love her?**_

The questions circled around, over and over in Chase's head. But they would always go unanswered.

"Dude, Chase," Michael walked into his room, "What are you doing?"

"Trying to solve this stupid puzzle," Chase pointed to the rubik's cube.

"Chase, you need to quit moping around like a sad puppy dog. Live your life. Don't waste it here wallowing about Zoey."

"I am not wallowing. Girls wallow. I am trying to solve this impossible puzzle. It's giving me a migrane."

"Whatever. I was coming to see if you want to come to Sushi Rox with me, Nicole, Lola, Quinn, and Mark. Do you?"

"Sure," Chase said sarcastically, "I'm there every day from 3 to 8 with the smell of raw fish permanently in my nostrils. Of course I'd love to go with you guys."

"Forget it. I don't even feel like dealing with you today," Michael shook his head and shut the door.

Chase rolled his eyes. Michael didn't understand. No one could truly understand what Chase was going through. He dropped thr rubik's cube and picked up his cell phone. Dialing Zoey's new number, his heart sped up. It rang a long time and just like the other three times, her voicemail came on.

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"We're about 15 minutes from landing, folks, so fasten your seatbelts, put your trays up and get ready come into a beautiful sunny day in California," the captain of Zoey's plane said over the intercom.

Finally, Zoey thought. Finally, finally, finally. It was a long exhausting flight from London to California and all Zoey wanted to do was take a nap. The plane landed smoothly and people started getting up and getting on their phones. It seemed like getting off the plane was taking forever. She had to meet the cab at 7:30 and it was now 7:20. Finally when it was her turn to get off the plane, Zoey grabbed her bags and rushed down the aisle. She found her cab and he started on the forty something minute drive to PCA.

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It was 8:30 and the sun was just starting to go down. Chase felt like a walk so he decided to hang out at the beach. As he stood up, his cell phone fell out of his pocket.

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She was close to tears, knowing that she would have less than a day to spend there. She missed it. Her stomach hurt sometimes she missed it so much. And not just it. She missed Lola, Quinn and her mad genius ways, Michael, Mark, her little brother, and yes, even Logan. But it was Chase, her bushy haired friend, that she missed the most. She ran to his dorm, unable to stand the wait. She knocked this time, learning her lesson from the Rebecca incendent last September. Michael answered and Zoey thought that he might pass out.

"Hey Michael."

"Zoey, you're here. You're- you're here? How are you here? Are you moving back? What happened? Wait, you ARE Zoey right? You aren't some freakish look a like that Chase brought back are you?" Michael rambled on and on.

Zoey just hugged Michael,"Yes, it's me."

"You didn't answer any of my questions."

"I can't stay long."

Michael's face fell,"Well, then why or how are you here?"

"I- I need to tell Chase something. Where is he?"

"I don't know. What? What do you need to tell him?"

"I saw something. I heard something..."

"What?"

"When you and Logan were doing that intervention...or whatever that was. The webcam was on and I saw the whole thing."

"The WHOLE thing?!"

"The whole thing."

"Wow... I think I need to sit." Michael collapsed on a nearby bench.

"Please tell me where Chase is. I have GOT to talk to him. I leave in seven hours."

"I really don't know. He was all depressed and then he just left."

"Okay...Chase...depresssed. He's either by the fountain, in a hammock, or on the beach," Zoey said to herself, "I'll see you later Michael."

She ran around the campus of PCA like a mad woman. He wasn't by the fountain, there was no one in the hammock. It was almost getting dark. There was a few more minutes before it was PCA's curfew. She went to the beach anyway and sure enough, he was there skipping rocks, not very well because of the strong waves. She came up behind him, her stomach in knots. "Chase?"

He didn't turn around, probaly too much in a daze to hear her. She sat down beside him and he still didn't notice. "Chase!" she said his name a little louder this time.

"Huh? Zoey?!" Chase just stared.

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A/N: Sorry, final chapter coming soon.

	4. Chapter 4

**'Till I See You Again**

-Final Chapter-

"Zoey, what are you doing here? I thought you were in London. I thought you weren't coming back. I-" Chase pulled her into a hug.

"Chase, I really can't exsplain all that right now. I just need to tell you something," Zoey said, suddenly feeling shy for the first time around him.

"What is it? It must be important if you flew all the way back here for it," Chase said softly.

"I really was going to tell you about London and everything. I just didn't know how. I was so mixed up so I put it off until I got everyone else's opinion."

"I know you were mixed up. Well... I do now."

"Your opinion means the world to me. _You_ mean the world to me. You are the best friend I've ever had. When I thought you didn't care about me everything was different. I felt alone and bitter and made my decision on impulse. I didn't even think it out. I just jumped."

"I am so sorry, Zoe, I didn't mean for that to happen. I was so stupid."

"I know. It was just a huge screw up. Everything,"Zoey played with the sand with her index finger,"And... I have something else to tell you."

"What?" Chase asked, not knowing what to expect.

"Well, I had done a lot of thinking on the flight and in my room and in class and pretty much everywhere because, well, England is boring."

"Ok.."

"I came to a conclusion about our friendship, our relationship, and my feelings for you," Zoey was talking in a quicker pace now, getting even more nervous and still unable to figure out how she was going to tell him.

"What?"

"I think I'm in love with you," Zoey finally said.

There was a lot of silence. Chase didn't know what to say, how to react, what to do. Finally he said, "Well, I think I'm in love with you too."

"So..." Zoey looked at her feet.

"Well, we both love each other and you still have to go back to London..."

"Tommorow morning."

"This sucks."

Zoey stood up, reached for his hand, and pulled him up and into a kiss.

"That didn't suck."

"No."

The kissed a little longer next time.

"I've always loved you, Zoey. Ever since I met you. I've always tried to tell you but it never worked out. I just want you to know that."

"I know that."

"How?"

"It's not important."

"Ok...man."

"What?"

"How in the world am I going to live without you?"

"It's just one semester. I'll be back next year."

"Promise?"

"Yes."

"Seriously, you aren't going to fall in love with a some dude with a cool english accent are you?"

"I'd say the chances are slim. Extremely slim."

"Well...we should be getting back, probably."

"Yeah, we probably should."

The couple kissed once more and walked hand in hand, back toward PCA.

The next morning at six a.m, Zoey and Chase walked out to the cab that was coming for her. Once she had her bags in, Chase pulled Zoey in a deep kiss. "One more for the road," he said after it broke and their lips collided again.

The cab driver honked. Zoey had to go. They hugged and with a tear in Zoey's eye she got in and said, "'I love you, Chase."

"I love you too, Zoe."

Chase watched the cab drive off and for a minute he was filled with sadness, but then he smile knowing that what they had was good. He whispered to himself, "'Til I see you again."

A/N: The End.

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Till I See You Again by Noelle Joi


Zoey ideas

Zoey Stories Like No Other

Mutant Dance: At PCA, the hottest trend is DNA manipulation for beauty. However, with a major dance approaching, some people take it too far...

Zoey by Day: When an experiment goes horribly wrong, Zoey finds herself walking in another's shoes, but only by night...

Nicole 2.0: A computer error turns Nicole Bristow into a whole new person. At first, she is thrilled, but what if she can't change back?

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Zoey ideas by emeralddusk


Friends

Disclaimer: Zoey 101, the characters, and the concept are all property of Nickelodeon. No money has been made from this story and no copyright infringement is intended.

Friends

He found her sitting on the bleachers beside the basketball court. The moon was full tonight and in its light she looked even more beautiful than she did during the day. He noticed that facial expression of hers perfectly. In was the combination of pissed-off and slightly sad that only she could make. He walked up behind her quietly and snapped her bra strap. She screamed in both shock and from the mild pain inflicted on her shoulder and back. In a flash she was on her feet and whirled around to face him. "Do that to me again and I'll castrate you, creep!"

"You wouldn't do that to me Dana, you love me too much" Logan said with a smug expression on his face.

"Yeah, love the image I get in my head late at night of your face after you learned your lesson about using a webcam to spy on the girls."

"So you do think about me when you dream" Logan said with a grin on his face.

"Is there something in particular you want Logan? A black eye or broken nose, perhaps? I am so not in the mood for your idiotic games tonight."

"PMS much."

"I am not. You know, you could feel a bit sorrier about what you did!"

"Oh really? Tell me what I've done this time, oh smart one."

"You know fully well what you've done. If you hadn't dropped that huge water balloon right on Zoey, she wouldn't have been so upset. And if she wasn't so upset, we never would have dressed up the statue. And if we hadn't dressed up the statue, Zoey wouldn't be packing to leave right know. You do nothing but ruin people's lives, Logan! She was the one friend I had in this whole school, and now she's leaving, because of you!"

"You don't even like Zoey; you're always fighting with her. And it's not my fault you guys defaced the statue!"

"You started it with this whole prank week thing. And Zoey is my friend, even if we do fight. Although I guess you wouldn't know about friends, since everyone here doesn't like you and you have no friends."

"I have plenty of friends, I'm a popular guy!"

"Yeah, popular for being a jerk! You don't have anyone here and you hate that and now I'm going to be all alone too. I hate you, Logan Reese!"

With that, Dana turned and stormed back to the girls' dorm. As Logan watched her leave, he couldn't help but feel a bit shocked; partially about what she said and partially about how it hurt him a bit. He would never admit she was right, but he knew what it felt like to not have a best friend and he felt a bit sorry for her.

All night Logan tossed and turned, knowing he had to do something. Early the next day, he had all the guys meet in the boys' lounge and told them of a plan he had thought up.

After the prank the guys pulled on the statue proved to be successful and Zoey was readmitted to PCA, Logan caught sight of Dana out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look at her and they shared a small smile. Neither of them would ever admit it, but at that moment, Logan and Dana realized that maybe they each did have someone for them at PCA.

**A/N: Feedback would be greatly appreciated! Positives (of course) and negatives that can help me improve would be lovely. But please, no flames!**

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Friends by xJadedGurlx