Trouble in Paradise: Zoey and Chase are finally together and everything seems perfect. But really, how long can it last? A summer set in beautiful Maui tests the new relationship with jealousies, lies and drama. What lies ahead for everyone's favorite couple? WARNING The first couple chapters are pure ZC fluff 3 (will have some QL)

Disclaimer: It's not mine.

Note from the author: Hello everyone! This is my first Chase/Zoey fic and is just me, fooling around and practicing my righting skills. This is just a nice light piece, not something i'm going to take seriously, it's just for fun. Tell me if you like it or don't like it (and why) and also if you'd like me to continue. Please read and review! Thanks :)

An orange light streamed through the small square window, catching the golden, sun-kissed strands around her face. She smiled softly, her blue eyes brightening as she stared at the breathtaking sight. Her skin glowed; she was already perfectly tan from the long summer days at PCA, a place where the sun never seemed to stop shinning. How he had missed this.

"Wow," Zoey whispered staring out at the magnificent sunset. The beautiful orange glow spilled out into the sky, catching on the clouds like fire.

"Wow." Chase agreed, yet his eyes lingered on her awe-inspired face rather than the setting sun. His left arm rested lightly around her shoulder, his hand hanging off in a very relaxed way. How comfortably they could just sit together was still amazing to him. Everything just felt so right.

"I can't wait till we get to Maui" Zoey said, turning away from the plane window to look up at her boyfriend. He quickly looked down as his lap, embarrassed to be caught staring at her. Unfazed, Zoey yawned sleepily before snuggling closer into him, resting her head against his chest. Butterfly erupted inside Chase's stomach, a feeling he could not suppress when ever he was with her. "Are you excited?" Her eyes closed as she asked this.

"Yeah, it's gonna be awesome." He answered quietly, looking down at her sleepy head with pure adoration. To tell the truth, he was perfectly content to spend the rest of his life on the 16 hour flight to Hawaii if it meant he could hold her this close forever. Her breathing soon become a slow, even rhythm and he knew she was asleep.

"Would you like anything, a pillow perhaps?" A stewardess whispered to Chase as she walked down the aisle, minding the sleeping Zoey in his arms.

Chase tore his eyes away for only a moment, looking up into the lady's care-worn face. He rested his bushy head against the back of his chair, the warm smile characteristically lopsided on his face. "No thank you Ma'am," As the woman left to care for the other passengers, He looked back down at Zoey's head, leaned down, and pressed his lips against her hair. She smelled sweet, beachy, and with just a hint of citrus. Orange perhaps, he fathomed, still mesmerized by her beauty and sweet, caring nature. Nothing could make this moment better, he thought, faintly wondering why anyone would think they needed anything anymore. They had each other, and in his eyes, that would be all they'd ever need. As he let his own head loll off to the side, resting against Zoey's golden locks, he smiled, mumbling two very small, very quiet words.

"We're perfect."