Author's Note: Hey everyone. I'd like to thank everyone who left rave reviews for my last piece, Typical. Like this, it was also a DL story - although this one will have a completely different format and will be a lot longer in length. I hope you all will enjoy this story just as much, if not more than the previous one I've written. I've had this idea sitting around for quite some time and while I've thought of the plot using characters from different shows – Dana and Logan just work the best with this plotline. It IS a future fic – but with flashbacks. So, here it goes. Read and review please. :
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Zoey 101 or any of the characters. The only things I do own is the plotline and any other characters I may add at a later time.
The song Go is property of Hanson.
For all the love we've made
Just one thing stays the same
The lamp gets dusty
The pipes get rusty
But I don't want to wash my hands clean
You say you love me too
Then why won't you go through
With the nightly kisses
With the hits and the misses
If you can make it on your own then
Go if you want to go
But stay if you want to know
The way through the mess we've made
And lie in a bed you know
Or go
I heard your moving van
But I didn't take a stand
You can't leave with them
You can't live without them
I never thought I'd want to let you
Go if you want to go
But stay if you want to know
The way through the mess we've made
And lie in a bed you know
Or go
For all the love we've made
Just one thing stays the same
The lamp gets dusty
The pipes get rusty
But I don't want to wash my hands clean
You say you love me too
Then why won't you go through
With the nightly kisses
With the hits and the misses
If you can make it on your own then
Go if you want to go
But stay if you want to know
The way through the mess we've made
And lie in a bed you know
Or go
The sun peaks through the cream-colored venetian blinds, the alarm clock on the nightstand reading 7:17 AM. A groan emerges from the large comforter that is soon thrown back to reveal a girl in her mid-twenties. As she yawns, she opens her eyes and begins to take in her surroundings – noticing she is not completely clothed.
"Oh God," she murmurs, grabbing the sheets and wrapping them around her petite frame. Her eyes scan the room before she suddenly realizes what happened the previous night. "Oh God!" she repeats, almost at a scream this time.
Before she can even jump out of the bed and collect her clothes, another brunette woman enters the room – hardly looking surprised.
"You must be...?" says the woman entering the room, leaving the half-naked woman looking horrified.
"I – uh. Are you Logan's…maid?" the woman in the bed questions, clutching the sheets around her.
"You could say that," answers the second girl, "I'm Lola. Logan's at work – feel free to come on out an eat breakfast whenever." And with that Lola exits the room, leaving the first girl to pick up her clothes and get herself together.
After fifteen minutes of recollecting herself, the young woman walks out of the bedroom – tripping on a rug outside of the door and almost hurtling herself down the stairs. Luckily, she is able to grab the banister before doing so.
The woman walks down the stairs, taking in the rich red carpeting and mahogany wood that makes the house show its price. Making it downstairs without tripping was a feat in its own to her, as she wasn't completely used to going down a spiral staircase – let alone any staircase – in the morning. She'd just started to wonder how she climbed those stairs last night to begin with when a voice broke into her thoughts.
"You never told me your name," Lola interrupts, seeing the look of astonishment on the other girl's face. The truth was Lola had been watching her climb down the stairs – that act nearly taking her ten minutes alone.
"Oh, um – Laura was it?" the girl asks, feeling a little shy for forgetting already.
"Lola," she responds with a chuckle. "And you are…?"
"I'm Dana," the woman responds, smiling and sticking out her hand. "Now that I can shake your hand without the sheets falling down," Dana laughs, trying to make light of the situation. However, the look on Lola's face is telling her that maybe she shouldn't have made such a joke. "Um, so you're the maid?" The look of shock on Lola's face still wasn't fading – tears adding to her already open mouth. "I…did I say something wrong?"A long silence fell between the two, as Dana's eyes settle on one of Lola's hands. There it was – a ring. "You…you work for Logan, but you're married –"
"—to Logan. And…you're…you're Dana. Dana Cruz," Lola cuts off Dana – leaving her speechless. Both girls now share similar facial expressions, Dana's expression a lot more shocked than Lola's.
It felt as if it had been forever before either of them spoke. But they both knew it wasn't a time for words. Here was Dana – young, single, sleeping with Logan Reese. And here was Lola – just as young, but married TO Logan Reese. Dana chokes back tears, everything making sense.
"I—I didn't know he was…" Dana began, stuttering over her words due to the embarrassment.
"I knew this would happen one day, Dana. I just didn't want to believe it. I—I never thought he'd find you, ever," says Lola, weakly. "Come on," she encourages, "we'll have breakfast – I'll explain."
II.
Nearly a decade earlier, a young Dana sits on the beach at Pacific Coast Academy. Her toes dig into the sand while the waves crash upon the shore. High tide. She's crying silently, but soon stops when she hears footsteps hit the sand.
"Hey," she hears a familiar voice say from behind her. It's him – Logan Reese.
"What do you want?" Dana retorts, looking straight ahead as if to avoid getting into the crying conversation.
"Just thought I'd come out here and be a pain. Plus, rumor around PCA is that you're leaving?" Logan sits beside Dana, looking at her and waiting for an answer.
"Do you believe everything you hear, Reese? Or just the rumors about me?" She is pissed off more so than usual – he can tell.
The truth was he'd known Dana better than anyone else at PCA. While they were exchanging rude remarks over lunch in front of their friends, they were snuggling up close behind closed doors. He'd gotten to know her like he'd never known another girl and vice versa, although you couldn't tell on any regular day.
"Please, Dana. Why are you acting this way? I mean, I know we don't have the best track record in front of everyone but I thought—"
"Well, you thought wrong, Logan. Yes, I'm leaving. Okay?" Dana could feel the tears reemerging, trying to hold them back. The truth was, she was keeping this from Logan for a reason – she didn't want to get hurt.
"Sorry for asking. Meet me in my dorm after 8, if you're up for it," Logan shook his head, getting up and retreating back to PCA.
Later that night, Dana would join him in his dorm room – Chase, Michael, and the girls out to a movie with Logan and Dana claiming they had too much homework. Truth be told, this had been occurring for quite some time.
Logan paced his room, waiting for the knock that would tell him she had arrived. It came sooner than he expected, as he shoved his clothes under the bed and checked himself over in the mirror before opening the door and quickly pulling her inside.
"So Dana, how about you tell --," Logan knows she won't answer his question, but he figures it is worth a try.
"Shush," she says with a smirk, pushing him back with one hand and meeting his lips with hers.
Before either of them can comprehend what is going on, they're lying on Logan's bed tangled together. While she has fallen asleep, Logan sits up – thinking about when he should wake her up in order to avoid conflict with his roommates. He waits a few more minutes – now is the time. He begins to place small kisses from her temple down to her jaw line, her response pleasing. As she moans, her eyes pop open to find Logan staring directly into her eyes.
"Hey," he says, presenting his infamous smirk. She sits up and wraps the sheets around her, the guilt now washing over her.
"We really have to stop doing this, Logan," Dana doesn't only say this, but she means it – that is what scares Logan.
"I know," he says, looking down. "Look, Chase and Michael will be back soon. You should get back to your dorm anyways."
Dana smirks at him and gets up, sheets still wrapped tightly around her. She begins to pick up her clothes, changing back into them as she finds them.
"Well, see you later. I still hate you, you know that, right?" Logan says as Dana begins to walk out of his dorm. She turns and nods, barely able to suppress her grin.
"Same here," she says, before she's out of the door and gone.
III.
Back to present day, Lola and Dana sit in a large dining room – the walls coated with cream-colored paint and the tablecloth grand and gold. Dana feels as if she is in a palace, the chandelier above them gleaming from the sunlight.
"You have a really beautiful house," compliments Dana, who had been eating her bacon and eggs rather quietly until this point.
"Thank you, Dana," replies Lola, smiling over at Dana and finishing up her breakfast. "I met Logan after you left – he talked about you all the time, you know," she looks over to Dana, trying to encourage her to open up.
"Well, I – I'm sorry this happened. You see, I was in town for a friend's wedding –," but before she can finish, Lola cuts her off.
"Zoey and Chase, right?" Lola begins to look a bit upset at this point, but she holds back any emotion that would cause Dana to stop talking.
"Yeah. And well, Logan was there and I haven't seen him in almost ten years," Dana continues, again being cut off by Lola.
"And one thing led to another and here you are. I just…I never thought he'd find you. You know, you're not the first girl he slept with while we were married. You're more like the…well, there have been a lot," Lola says calmly, staring at Dana. She notices Dana's face change, almost looking sadder than it had before.
"Well – I…tell me about you and Logan," Dana asks, finding herself more interesting in their relationship than she should be.
"It all started the year after you left PCA," Lola begins.
IV.
It is the first day of school at PCA, the year following Dana's departure. A beautiful and young girl steps into room 101, putting down her bags and looking around a bit. Two other girls enter – one blonde and innocent looking and the other perky and brunette.
"You must be our new roommate, I'm Zoey," says the blonde girl, sticking out her hand.
The new girl smiles and shakes her hand, feeling welcomed by her. The brunette girl smacks her gum and lets out a small squeal.
"And, I'm, like, Nicole. I am so excited that you're here. Aren't you excited Zoey? I am excited," Nicole goes on, which from Zoey's reaction seems like a normal thing.
"I'm Lola, nice to meet you both," as Lola and the girls continue to unpack and get to know each other, there is a knock on the door.
"That must be the guys," says Zoey, rushing to the door and opening it to reveal three boys: Logan, Chase, and Michael. "Hey!" she shouts, embracing Chase. Chase flushes immediately but returns the hug; Nicole looks to Lola – who is already smirking at the two.
"Oh, you guys, this is Lola. She's our new roommate. Lola, this is Chase – my best friend," Zoey introduces the two and they shake hands. "And these two are Michael and Logan," Lola sticks her hand out to shake Michael's hand but finds it to be filled with a bag of potato chips – he quickly switches hands and does a hand slap thing with her, making Lola laugh a bit. But the boy who interests her most is standing in the back, a sad smirk placed upon his lips. She wonders how that is even possible because from everything Zoey and Nicole had been telling her he was the Casanova in the group.
But Lola lets him stay behind, until a few months later when she finds him alone on the beach. As she approaches him, she sees that he is playing with a piece of jewelry.
"Hey, mind if I sit?" says Lola, looking down at him and smiling. He just shrugs and she takes it as he isn't up for company but decides to sit anyway. "What're you doing out here? Shouldn't you be taking names, getting phone numbers, and going on dates?" Luckily, Lola manages to get a little chuckle out of Logan.
"I used to do that, not so much anymore," he responds, a hint of sadness in his voice. There is a silence between the two before Lola speaks.
"Who is she?" she asks, knowing there must be someone who is making him so upset.
"What? Logan replies, looking up at her surprised.
"I said who is she? You wouldn't just be sulking around if this wasn't over someone special. So, who is she?" Lola waits patiently for an answer, but after several minutes she gives up and gets up. As she begins to walk away, Logan stands up as well.
"Her name was Dana," he calls after her, making Lola stop dead in her tracks. "She was my worst enemy, my best friend…and I loved her," Logan continues as Lola turns around to face him. "She left last year. That is why you're in 101."
"I'm sorry," Lola says, shaking her head. "She was stupid for leaving, Logan. She was really stupid."
"No, you don't understand. She didn't love me anyways," Logan responds, sighing and throwing down the piece of jewelry into the sand. Lola walks over to where he threw it down, picking it up and seeing a beautiful ring, gold with diamonds.
"What is this?" she asks, picking it up and twirling it in her fingers.
"The ring I was going to give her for her birthday," he answers, looking down.
"When is her birthday?" Lola continues to question, staring at the ring.
"Today," is his only response as he begins to walk away from Lola and the beach. Just as he brushes past her she grabs his arm and twirls him around.
"Dana doesn't know what she lost, Logan," she says in a whisper, before locking her lips with his.
Twelve days later they were dating, but he still hadn't stopped talking about her. Twelve months later they were committed, but he still hadn't stopped thinking about her. Five years later they were married, but he still hadn't stopped loving her.
And although she had denied it since the day she found him on the beach – she had known she could never be the girl he wanted her to be.