The Valentines Day Mix-up
A/N: I think I post too many fanfics at once. Hacked and Do you Love Me? are going to stay as oneshots. This is my first attempt at a chapter fanfic. I'm pretty sure this first chapter sucks, I kind of got semi-writers block in the middle. Well, I just wanted to write something cute for Valentines Day. I'm not going to tell you the pairings, there's no fun in that, is there? Well, Enjoy, and it'll hopefully be finished by Valentines Day.
Ps. They're in 10th grade.
Disclaimer: Don't own Zoey 101.
Chapter one: I zoned out again.
It's February 13th and I should be in my dorm. I think its obvious that I'm not anywhere near room 101. Actually, I'm creeping down the hallway towards room 32 with an envelope in my hand. A red envelope with a letter inside of it. I have no idea what's compelling me to do this, but it has to be done, sooner or later.
The boys are out on the court playing basketball, they wont be back until at least ten. As I open the door, the room is empty, just as I expected it to be. Three beds are positioned in the room, and I move quickly towards his. I'm sure that's his bed. They raced to get to the room in September and Michael got the single bed, Chase the top bunk, and Logan the bottom, right? Yeah. I've been here plenty of times, I'm positive that this is right.
The letter finds its way to the bed and for a few seconds I'm undecided about leaving it there. It has to be done, Just do it. Leave it; don't worry about it. Walk away; just walk away.
I do as my conscience tells me to and leave the envelope on the bed. I can see it calling my name, 'please pick me up. Don't leave me here to be read!' it pleads. I cant back out now. I wont, even if I can hear envelopes calling my name. Wait; repeat that, envelopes calling my name? I think I've gone crazy.
Just back out of the room before you want to snatch the letter back. Walk away from it; what's done is done.
I'm walking away, and I close the door behind me as I step out into the hall. What's done is done, I repeat those words to myself so many times I cant stand to hear them anymore. Please, someone say something to me. Something that doesn't resemble 'what's done is done.' I think I just got my wish.
"Hey" he greets me. I respond back with a simple 'hey' as well.
"What're you doing here?" he asks. I need an excuse, and fast too. What do I tell him?
"I just stopped by your dorm, and delivered a letter to you. It's for Valentines Day. It took me forever to admit that I like you. So I guess I'll be going now" I reply. He's awestruck.
I'm lying if you haven't noticed. I'm pretty good at it. None of that ever happened. Actually, I'm still in room 32, sitting on the single bed, staring off into space like I have been for the past five, or maybe ten, possibly fifteen minutes. I've taken to zoning out a lot. I don't think anyone's really noticed.
"Huh?" I question, still half out of it. Was I ever even 'in it'?
"Welcome back Cruz" Logan smirks, "Daydreaming about me again?" he inquires.
"You wish Reese" I respond, rolling my eyes, as usual. I'm still semi-out of it.
"Dana!" Zoey speaks, "Earth to Dana" She waves her hand in front of my face.
"What?!" I snap. Finally, I'm back. A glance to the clock tells me it's been mere seconds since I first zoned out. Hmm, I thought it was longer.
"Can you stop zoning out long enough for us to play the game" A southern accent pleads with me. I mumble something that vaguely resembles a 'fine' and we continue on with Truth or Dare.
I can't even count the number of times we've played this damn game. It seems to be the solution to every boring night at Pacific Coast Academy. Do we not have anything better to do with our lives than sit around in a circle and ask questions and dare each other to do things? I guess not.
I don't even understand why we do it. It's so pointless. What's the fun in exposing your own secrets and letting your friends tell you what to do? There is none. I think I'd like to keep my secrets to myself and my embarrassment to a minimum, please and thanks.
I still haven't decided what to do about tonight. It's the thirteenth already, and I've got a red envelope in my bag. What am I supposed to do? I'd really like to get this over with. Every day I say to myself, 'He's right there. Just go ask him to talk, and tell him. Just do it now' and I can never push myself hard enough to say it. It always ends up something like:
"Hey can I talk to you?" "Yeah sure" "Umm. I kind of have something to ask you" "Shoot" "Maybe do you umm…" That's where I get nervous and blurt something out along the lines of, "Want this coke?" "Need this pencil?" "Want to go and see …if the gang wants to play Truth or dare?"
The last one is exactly how I got into this mess. Why did I say truth or dare? Whyyyyyy? Am I being punished? What did I do? If someone would tell me then I'd be glad to fix it and then-
"Dana!" Again with the southern accent, "You wanted to play, but you cant focus long enough to answer your question" She says.
Alright miss Bossy, I'll play.
"What's the question?" Okay, that was stupid, "Uh, Truth?" I answer. It's the first thing to mind.
"Do you like someone in this room?" Lola and Zoey giggle and wink at me. They've been asking me for ages if I like Logan. I keep telling them No, but they never give up.
"Uh" I have to think fast, "Let me think," I place a sarcastic thinking face on, "No." They know I'm lying, and they bring up our conversation from last night.
"Come on Dana, its truth, not lie and pretend it's the truth" Lola points out. I hate that girl, I really do.
"Need I bring up the events of last nights girl chat?" Zoey says threateningly.
"No!" I lunge at her and tackle her down. She's going to the hospital before she lets out my secrets. I claw at her skin, and Lola tries to pull me back, she gets a black eye. When I'm satisfied, and sure that Zoey's got the message not to spread my life around campus, I stand up, leaving a very bruised and bleeding Zoey and a bunch of stunned guys.
Ha! Tricked you again, didn't I? None of that happened. But I think I zoned out again, imagining it.
"Dana!" Zoey yells frustrated, "Do you or do you not like someone in this room" She repeats once I stop staring into space.
"Uh, yeah" I reply, I can't even remember when that came out of my mouth. I think it slipped. Damn, I'm stupid.
Stop zoning out, stop zoning out, and stop zoning out. I repeat it to myself. Pay Attention Dana, Pay Attention.
Oh why bother? Logan's babbling on about how sexy he thinks he is. I don't need to listen to that, but what I do need to do is ask a question.
"Logan, Truth or dare?" I ask. He replies truth, and I find myself asking some question that has just now popped into my head. He's rambling, He's rambling, andddd- Oh my god, He's just like Nicole, except he's not Boy crazy, he's… himself crazy.
"Dana, Truth or Dare?" What? Again?! Its been three seconds, How could it be my turn again?! The clock tells me its been about two minutes. Wow, am I ever disorientated.
"Truth" I answer again. Boy, I'm not feeling daring at all today. It might have to deal with the fact that I'm off somewhere else, wondering what I'm going to do tonight and if and how I'm going to pull this off.
"Who do you like?" Logan just has to ask. Doesn't he?
My personal life is none of his business anyways. Is it?
"Actually," I smirk, I'm going to play this for all its worth. A couple seconds go by and all eyes are on me waiting for my answer, "I like-" I make a quick glance at the clock. "Oh! Sorry guys, I have to go" they all look frustrated at me. Serves them right for trying to pry.
"I've got things to do" I smile the fakest smile that's ever crossed these lips, "Sorry!" I reply as I pick up my bag and head out the door. Oh, I am such a genius.
Sighs are heard from the circle around me as I begin to gather my stuff. Nicole is babbling just as much as Logan was before. I swear, they'd be the perfect match, they're so alike. Zoey and Lola constantly tell me that me and Logan have a 'thing.' They could not be more wrong.
I've been back for a little less than a month and already Logan and me are fighting. It's been a bit more than two years since we met and yet we still cant talk civil.
Mid-January when I got back from the student exchange program, I was greeted with smiles and hugs… mostly. Zoey was excited to see me; Nicole was over the moon. Lola I cant say much for, considering we had never met, but within two weeks we were like best friends. She's someone I can relate to I guess. Sure, she's not the mean-tough type of girl, but with her being an actress and needing to understand her roles, she really gets me.
After greeting the girls, I met up with the guys. Michael and Chase greeted me with hugs and asked all about the two years I'd spent away in Paris. After talking with them, Chase and me got really close too. Strange how things work out, isn't it?
In eighth grade Zoey and me were probably the closest, but after coming back from Paris, it seems that I've taken to liking the 'understanding new girl' and the 'caring shy guy.'
Logan on the other hand was even worse than when I left. "Wanna make out?" 's were heard left and right and all over campus. Boy does that guy ever get around. He's still the obnoxious, egotistical jerk he was when I lef-
"Don't you have 'things to do'?" Logan asked, mockingly. I was still standing in room 32 staring off into space with an Underoath backpack slung across my shoulder.
"Yes" I responded matter-of-factly, "I do"
"Then why have you been standing there for five minutes like an idiot" he smirked, "Instead of going to do them"
"Uh. Because!" I didn't have an answer to that one. Why did I keep zoning out? Since I got back last month I've been running so many things through my head and trying to catch up. I guess that's just what happens to you after being away for 2 years.
"Daydreaming about me, eh, Dana?" He says slyly and winks. I glare at him and respond with a quick "If I was it would be more like a nightmare" and proceed to walk out the room.
I really don't see why Zoey and Lola think we've got a connection. It's obvious that we live to wind each other up and that any kind of relationship would never work. I won't let it. Even if it could work (and trust me, It wont) I don't want to be let down by that egomaniac.
"Yeah, I'm heading out too" I hear as I head out the door "Homework to do". Chase begins to pack up his backpack. I'm going to wait for him. Why walk alone when you can walk with a best friend?
Chase finishes and heads out the door and sees me waiting.
"Hey Dana" He says with his adorable lopsided grin and a small wave.
"Hey Chase" I smile back. I rarely smile. "You busy?" I ask him and I raise my eyebrows questioningly.
"Homework" he simply answers, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder.
"Screw Homework" I laugh, "Lets catch a movie" I answer as we walk down the hallway. I'm not sure where we're going, so I hope he has some idea.
"I thought you had 'things to do'?" he asks. He tries to smirk, but its not quite as good as Logan's. His eyebrow raises questioningly at me as his face mocks the one I made a few minutes ago.
"Yeah well" I laugh as I grab his hand and run, pulling him off towards the movie theatre, "I lied."
A/N: The Next chapter's going to hopefully be posted by Wednesday. I'm going to update this fic really fast. Or I'm hoping to at least. Next chapter's going to start the Mix-up.
Question for Reviewers: Who do you think is the Person Dana Likes? And, Is it obvious?
Aaaand, What's your favourite Part?