Christmas Time at PCA Part l
Dana POV

Three Shot

Christmas. Who hasn't heard of the holiday? It is Christmas time. I am stuck in PCA for winter break. Well we are having this huge party here that I heard rocks every year. Well every year since PCA let girls in. It is weird for me not to spend such a big holiday at home. My family is well have always been close. Even when I was at France. They would fly home even if it was for one day. My mom told me it be better to stay at PCA this year. My parents are going though a tough time. They want to rekindle their love. Sure I want my parents together but I still want to be with them. This is going to be the worst Christmas of my life. Then I am in California for a winter holiday. All my life I had a white Christmas. I live in upstate New York but not to far from the city. I am going to have a Christmas were the coldest temperature is about 6o something degrees. There is a thunder storm that was suppose to already hit. It just been thundering for three days straight. Now on Christmas Eve it is still thundering as if that is enough there hasn't been sunlight since yesterday. Just a gray ugly sad sky that has hidden PCA from the beauty of sunlight.

"Dana!" I heard someone yell from the hallway.

I knew the voice right away. The person opened my door. I let out a huge sigh.

"Zoey wants to know if you are going to help decorate," Logan said.

"I don't know. I don't feel so well," I told him.

I wasn't even happy to see Logan. Truth is I shouldn't be happy to see him. Since I 'hate' him. Which was untrue only to me.

"What is wrong. You been so depress lately," Logan said looking like he really cared for me.

"Nothing," I lied.

"Sure?" he asked me while he looked at me like he was trying to see inside me.

Just then a loud crack of thunder was heard from the sky. I jumped a little.

"God!" I yelled.

"What is so wrong. It has been like that for like three days," Logan said.

"That is the problem. It is Christmas time Logan! It is suppose to snow not be a thunder storm," I yelled at him.

"I know that. Just hope it isn't going to pour on Christmas," he told me.

"Whatever. I am going back to bed. Wake me up when tomorrow is done with," I told him.

"It is Christmas Eve. Be happy," he told me.

After I jumped into bed I pulled the covers up. Logan came to he side of my bed. I thought he was going to try to talk me out of being depress but this is Logan. He pushed me out of bed onto the floor. The covers came with me. I hit my head really hard on the ground. Logan's laughter stop as my head thumped on the ground. I didn't try to get up because my head felt like it weighed over a ton. The covers enveloped my face. Logan pulled the off of me. When I saw his face it scared me. He looked like he was on the verge of tears. When he saw me laying there with my eyes open he looked pissed. Really furious at me. I didn't understand. What did I do wrong?

"God what is wrong with you. I thought you had passed out or something!" he yelled at me.

Just then I realized that Logan cared for me. It touch my heart for a second.

"You pushed me. Help me up. My head is killing me," I told him.

Logan didn't touch me. He just got a worried look on his face.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

"I am fine. Just my head it hurts. Help me up please," I asked him.

Logan picked me up bridal style. I didn't mean for him to pick me up like that as if I cared though. I love how his strong arms carried to my bed even though it lasted for less than a minute. He tucked me under the covers.

"Do you guys have an ice pack?" he asked me.

"In the mini refrigerator. You know Zoey is ready for anything," I said.

He came back without speaking a word. He sat on the edge of my bed next to my pillow. He place the ice pack on the back my head. He started to play with my hair. I loved every moment of it. There was a silence that I couldn't handle.

"What you like playing with my hair?" I asked him.

"Sure," he said how ever he stop. God my big mouth. "So Cruz what is the hate for Christmas?" he asked me.

"I don't know," I told him.

"You got dressed today I heard before Lola, Nicole and Zoey were up. You haven't left your room. Why?" he asked me.

"Maybe because this Christmas is going to suck," I told him.

"No it isn't. God what do I have to do to get your in the Christmas sprit?" he asked.

"I don't know," I told him.

"Do I have to dress up like Santa and sing to you," he said playfully.

I laughed at the image of Logan in a red suit looking fat.

"Every other Christmas before you would leave for your family house you be in the best of moods. Now this year you are dressed in bed depress. What happen?" I asked him.

"I stop believing in St. Nick," I told him in a sarcastic voice.

Logan gasp. "You don't believe in him?" Logan asked with a smirk.

"Logan," I said playfully.

"Oh. Okay. Well I believe in St. Nick," he told me.

I looked at him to see if he was lying. There was no smirk on his face.

"You are kidding right?" I asked him.

"No. I believe in the sprit of him. You should to. Christmas is about giving. When we gave our presents tomorrow we are each others very own Santa," he told me.

"Wow Logan. That actually made a lot of sense," I said.

"Thank you. I know. I know," he said. I rolled my eyes."Really Cruz. What is wrong with you?" he asked me.

"Logan what was you favorite Christmas?" I asked him not answering his question.

"This one," he said.

"What is wrong with you. Have you looked out side," I asked him sitting up forgetting about my head.

That cause a big headache my way. I close my eyes trying to block out the pain. Logan put my head into his lap. He massaged my head.

"So. This is the first Christmas that I am going to spend with someone I care about," he told me.

"You family isn't here and. . ." I began until he cut me off.

"So. I don't care for them to much. I hardly know them. They don't know nothing about me either. I bet if you asked them my middle name they would be wrong," he said.

I felt bad for him. Here I am mad because my family is going though a year they want to be alone. When his parents don't even care enough to see him. I felt really bad for him. He never had his father's guidance or known a mother's Love. I doubt he ever had a family Thanksgiving or Christmas to spend with them. I don't understand what is the point of having a child if you aren't going to love them the right way? Why would this be his favorite Christmas? His friends were his family. Maybe it is a certain girl here. I hope it is is me. There is a chance that it is me. Who am I kidding? What would he see in me?

"Then who you care about at PCA," I asked wanting to know.

"Well it is a girl. . ." he started to say until the door opening cut him off.

"Dana have you seen. . ." Zoey started.

I tried to sit up knowing that the way we were looked like something was going on. I just fell back to Logan's lap. I felt like someone just punched me in the back of my head. I have to remember to never be a boxer.

"Dana. Stop making sudden movement," Logan told me.

I felt his hands coming to my head to massage my head, again. I knew I should have stopped him because Zoey was there but I didn't. It just felt so right. Now Zoey is going to go tell everybody about this.

"What is going on?" Zoey asked.

"Nothing. I came to get Dana," Logan said.

"So he pushed me off my bed. Now I can barley move without getting a headache or light headed," I told Zoey.

"Oh my God. Dana are you okay?' she asked me.

"She is fine. I got her," Logan said.

"Okay," Zoey said a bit surprised at Logan.

I was surprised, too. Why was Logan suddenly very protective of me?I looked up Logan. He looked down to me as soon as Zoey left the room.

"Yes?" he said.

"Nothing," I told him lying.

"Okay," he said. "Dana want to go to the dance with me tonight," asked me.

Maybe Logan does like me. I so don't have a dress. I am sure the girls wouldn't mind helping me. Then they would want me to admit that I like Logan. I will never. Like for two years since I been back from France they been trying to get me to say it. I never did or thought I would because I thought he didn't like me. I guess I was wrong. Or could be wrong. Now that I have a chance of getting him. I don't see the problem in telling my friends who I like. Or Love. If I don't find a dress I won't go. The dance is tonight. So what if I don't find a dress. God my headache is getting bigger.

"If I feel better. Maybe," I told him with a smirk.

"Fine. I got back up dates so it doesn't matter. So Cruz is going to the dance with me. I never thought I would have you in my arms. I guess tonight I will. I might not let go" he flirted.

I opened my mouth to say something but didn't.

"So what you want for Christmas?" he asked.

I wanted to say you but I said snow and m family.

"Your family okay. Snow?" he asked me like I was weird.

"Yep. What you want?" I asked him.

"I tell you only if you get your gifts," he said with a smirk.

"There is no way it is going to snow or my family," I said.

"Hey you never know," he said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes.

"I got to go get ready for night," he told me while getting up.

"We still got like 5 hours," I told him.

"I know but I got to look sexy for you," he told me.

He grabbed my phone. He gave it to me.

"Just call if you need anything," he said.

"Okay. But can you get me an aspirin?" I asked him.

"Okay," he said.

He went into the bathroom and came out with the bottle. He stopped at the fridge for a bottle of water. He handed me the stuff.

"Thanks," I said.

"Don't take to much," he told me.

"Okay Doctor," I said.

"Hot Doctor to you," he said before he left.