New story! Yeah, I am in the middle of 3 different stories. (Halloween dance, Alone with you, and this one: Answer the phone) Well, tell me if I should continue, or whatever.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I never will own anything! How depressing.

This is a horror/romance story. Probably rated T. For now, it is Dana's POV, but it will change to different POV's, and to the regular POV.

Chapter 1:

(Dana's POV)

The ringing of my cell phone woke me up. Looking at the glowing numbers on the clock, I realized it was nearly 2 AM. Gosh, who in the heck would call at 2 AM? Glancing at the caller i.d I realized it said, '000-000-0000 'unknown'.' My curious mind took control. "Hello?" I asked a bit nervous.

"Hello," a voice I didn't recognize said.

"Who is this?" I asked sitting up further in my bed. My Red tank top was all twisted up around me, but I was too busy waiting for a response to un-tangle it. There was a long period of silence and I did the first reaction that came to me, I hung up. My busy mind would not calm down and I couldn't get to sleep. I finally managed to drift off to sleep.

"Dana, wait," he yelled chasing after me. Tears were streaming down my face. I was hoping he would say the four words I have wanted to hear ever since I got to PCA. Everything was now up to this moment. I slowly turned around to face Logan

"What?" I choked. This can't be happening. Come on! He is just staring at me. Say something you idiot!

"Dana, I-," he started to say, but soon was cut off by a fire alarm. A fire alarm that sounded a lot like my cell phone ringer..

The ringer on my cell phone woke me up again. This friggen call ruined my dream. Holy crap, a dream about Logan. It couldn't possibally be true.. could it? 4 AM? This is ridiculous! "Hello?" I asked very annoyed already since they ruined my dream.

"Why did you hang up on me?" A familiar voice said. The events from earlier came back to me.

"Who is this?" I asked demanding an answer.

"You did not answer my question."

"BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW WHO YOU ARE!" I practically screamed, regretting it. I was truly surprised that I didn't wake Zoey or Nicole up yet.

"That is not important." He answered. I sighed, yet I didn't hang up. There was a certain 'feeling' that he wanted something, and he was going to get it.

"What do you want?" I asked, but the line went dead. This was getting to me. Prank calls were usually not repeated, and usually not done by an older, deep voiced man unless they needed or wanted something. I slowly went back to sleep.

Was he really going to say what I think he was? My palms were turning sweaty, my heart was pounding faster by each millisecond that had passed. It seemed as if I was standing there looking at him blankly for an eternity.Iwas falling, and the only person who could catch me was Logan.You know the phrase 'Millions of thoughts were running through my head'? Well, it's the truth. Too many thoughts were going through me, that itdisabled me to think.He started to open his mouth to speak. No, dont say anything! Say it already! Don't! NOW!I argued with my self, but My brain startedto jumble even more as he continued...

"Dana, I lo-," …..

"Dana, you need to get up!" I heard a voice say. Slowly opening my eyes, I realized Zoey was looming over me and shaking my shoulders. I was about to murder her. The second time this night my dreams have not been able to be completed. She better stay on my good side today.

"I'm up, I'm up," I replied slowly climbing out of my bed. It felt like I was hiking up a mountain. "It's 7 AM Zoey! On a Saturday!" I yelled rubbing my eyes and glaring at the clock. "Why did you wake me up?"

"Because we told the guys we would meet them for breakfast at 8:00 AM," Zoey replied.

"8 AM? I have a whole other hour to sleep!" I said flopping back onto my bed and pulling the covers back over my head. It wasn't even a minute later I felt ice cold water dripping onto my neck. I sprung up and wiped the water away. The sight of a smirking Zoey holding a water bottle was right in front of me. I was an inch away from killing her. "ZOEY!" I screamed.

"You need to be up, now off to the showers you go," Zoey replied. She was going to be persistent. And I had no strength in me to fight back.

"Yes mom." I gave up. Zoey threw me a towel as I walked into the bathroom. I soon came out to see Nicole and Zoey in front of the mirror applying make-up. I rolled my eyes while towel drying my hair. "It's only Chase, Michael, and Logan," I said.

"You must look your best all the time! You never know who you will see!" Nicole recited as if that were a 'quote'. Her perky/peppy attitude could be so annoying at times.

"Yeah, yeah," I groaned. I hated blow dryers and refused to use one, so I wrapped my hair in a towel and continued with getting dressed and all that 'fun' stuff. (Being sarcastic) It was nearly 7:50 AM and Zoey insisted we should get going.

"Hey Chase, Michael, and Logan," I greeted them. When I reached Logan's name I mumbled sarcastically and glared at him.

"It's eight in the morning, what could I have possibly done to tick you off already?" He whined.

"You're living, that's enough," I replied sarcastically. I am impressed with my reply. Never used it before, I like it. Logan didn't reply, but instead he looked down at his food. He picked up a piece of his sausage with his fork and studied it. He crinkled his nose and put the fork down. "I was KIDDING," I said, seeing him look so.. Down.

"Uh huh.." Logan replied looking back down at his food. I rolled my eyes and sat down next to Zoey which was also by Logan. The events that happened earlier slowly replayed in my mind, and I about chocked on my pancake.

"Dana? You ok?" Zoey asked turning to me and giving me a worried look.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine." I couldn't concentrate on what everyone was saying. Instead I kept glancing at my cell phone. Would he call, again?

"Dana, what in the heck is going on? You keep zoning out and staring at your food! I know your food isn't as interesting as me!" Logan said while taping me. It was true, I kept zoning out. It's just those calls.

"Nothing." I can't tell anyone. They would think I was over reacting. And that is NOT my job. That is Zoey's job. I'm supposed to be laid back, non-caring, and tough. I sighed and went back to being mesmerized by my food. I looked down at my black skirt and picked a piece of dust off of my orange tank top. I crossed my legs and put my head in my hand staring at my black Etnies. Yes, I understand Etnies are skater shoes, and I am not a skater, but it goes with what I am wearing, and I like the design. No way in hell am I going to wear those girly sandals that Nicole and Zoey wears all the time.

"It's something alright.." Logan started, but dared not finish it. All of us just looked at our food until Nicole spoke up.

"We should all go to the movies tonight! Like, a group thingy! That would be so so cool! You want to?" Nicole yapped.

"How many cups of coffee has she had this morning!" I whispered at Logan. Logan snickered.

"A bit too many," he replied and it was my turn to giggle.

"That would be great Nicole," Zoey said then glared at me. I think she overheard our conversation. I shrugged and she turned away. "Who agrees?" Zoey asked. We all raised our hands and went on to finish our breakfast.

Well, tell me if you like it enough to continue! I have a great idea for this story. But, comments, ideas, and suggestions are welcomed! I had to write something for school, and this was my idea. I started to write it, and thought about how it would be really good if I twirked it a bit and turned it into a Zoey 101 fanfic. I never finished it for school, but I plan to finish this one.. in time. Review!

--Brittany