Author's Note: Yes, finally! I have posted "From the Cutting Room Floor..."! Oh and technically, there is supposed to be an ellipse after the title, but FF. net is homosexual and won't allow me to do that... ANYWAY, like it says in my profile/summary, this ficcie is made up of missing moments and deleted scenes between Logan and Quinn on the show. All of them take place in between episodes. For example, this first one is between "Quinn Misses the Mark" and "Walk-A-Thon". They all tend to be short, but I hope you guys like 'em anyway!

KISS, THE SECOND

Several glass test tubes and beakers lay out before her, all bubbling with some form of hot liquid. A small wisp of smoke rose from the vial that contained an orange substance, and quickly dissipated right before Quinn's expressionless face.

Sighing, she brought her elbow up on the glass table and propped a cheek against the palm of her hand. Quinn just couldn't understand this at all. ­Why weren't any of her Quinnventions turning out right?

Without warning, a flash of a certain jerky and obnoxious, yet…sweet and sensitive Logan Reese resurfaced at the back of her mind. Quinn furrowed her eyebrows. It doesn't make any sense… Why would Logan be nice to me? And why did I KISS him?

This was the more pressing question, but she had come no closer to figuring out the answer than she had two days ago and it was definitely affecting her. Instead of actually paying attention in class, raising her hand and sometimes stepping in for the teacher, Quinn often allowed her focus to wander elsewhere, trying to unravel the mystery that was her life.

To make matters worse, things were just as odd with Logan. Even though they weren't the best of friends, the unresolved tension between them was unbearable. During lunchtime, they both had simply taken to ignoring each other, though the situation was eating away at them inside. And that was the last thing Quinn wanted to admit.

The sixteen-year-old gave another sigh as she rose from her sitting position. Crossing the room in even strides, Quinn opened the mini-fridge and pulled out a Blix. Just as she uncapped the bottle and began to drink from it, a soft knock sounded from the door.

"Quinn?"

And there in the open doorway, stood Logan. His backpack was slung over one shoulder and he was cautiously examining her, as if she would slam the door in his face right then…which actually wasn't the furthest thing from Quinn's mind.

"Uh…" she smoothly began. Quinn mentally slapped herself. I can't even speak anymore…

But it didn't matter. Logan seemed determined. "We need to talk."

There was a dead silence as Quinn's mind raced a mile a minute. His eyes locked with hers and there seemed to be a sort of plea in that deep chocolate brown. Logan was confused too.

"Okay," Quinn reluctantly said. "Come in."

He did so, closing the door behind him. For quite some time, they stood at opposite ends of the room, pointedly staring at anything except each other. Finally though, Logan gave a cough as he let his bag fall to the floor and took a hesitant seat on the edge of Zoey's bed.

Quinn settled herself on the couch, trying to seem nonchalant, but knew she was visibly shaking. Just as she was about to speak—

"You look nice."

The statement came from absolutely nowhere, but the both of them still flushed all the same; Logan, more so than Quinn.

"I do?" She shifted uncomfortably, pulling at her blouse.

"W-well… you know," he stammered. "Yeah… since you look like yourself now…" Logan trailed off awkwardly, once again avoiding eye contact.

In spite of the uneasiness, his compliment made Quinn smile just the slightest bit. "Thanks." She adjusted her glasses and asked a question she already knew the answer to: "So…what did you want to talk about?"

Logan sighed, as if trying to find the right words to say. Suddenly, he rose from his seat and began pacing about. "Look, I don't know what you're thinking about me, but I know that what I'm thinking about you is…really, really… different." He took another seat, this time, next to her on the couch. "And I'm confused about it! I mean, I can't even flirt with girls anymore! And let me tell you something: Logan Reese always flirts with girls!"

At this, Quinn raised her eyebrows, but remained silent. Logan was far from finished.

"Not only that, I haven't been thinking straight. My mind's all…confused! And I feel so weird! I mean, we kissed!" Logan restlessly emphasized this with his arms. "It was strange and different and I think that I kinda wanna do it again!"

As soon as these words left his mouth, Logan clammed up immediately. He seemed to be replaying the last sentence within his mind, reassuring himself that it was actually said.

On the other hand, Quinn first focused on the fact that he had actually mentioned The Kiss. This was indeed the first time it had been brought up since that eventful day. However, what Logan had said after that was completely unexpected. "What?"

Logan had no answer for her. Instead, he chose to look Quinn straight in the eyes, slightly afraid of her reaction. Quinn gazed back at him, desperately wanting to voice her thoughts, but that was when they both realized they were far too close for comfort. She took notice of the sparse blonde strands in his hair, while he began to count the number of freckles placed upon the pale skin of her face.

Before either of them knew what they were doing, Logan and Quinn were kissing once again. Both of them would later agree that this was even better than the first. Quinn loved the way she felt when he would hold her face so gently and Logan couldn't help but inwardly shiver at the way Quinn kissed him.

When they finally broke apart, there was less confusion… and yet, still more to come. Deep down, this was what they both wanted, but could the match be any stranger? Because seriously, Logan Reese and Quinn Pensky?

Quinn abruptly cleared her throat. "Zoey…and Lola... They'll be back soon."

Logan stood. "Right, I… guess I'll just go then…" He turned, retrieving up his bag from the floor, but then he reversed himself. "You wanna maybe… meet later?"

She stared at the boy in front of her, knowing that this thing between them, whatever it was, had to be going somewhere. So she nodded. "Yeah, okay."

His worried face broke out into an easy smile. "Cool. Behind the math building, after dinner?"

She laughed breathlessly. "Sure."

Once again, Logan seemed hesitant, but he pushed his fear aside and took a bold step forward, kissing Quinn on the lips. It was short, but still just as sweet. He opened the door and began to leave, tossing a grin over his shoulder. "See yah."

"Bye," she softly replied, watching him go.

As Logan turned a corner and became out of sight, Quinn collapsed on the couch once more, staring at the ceiling above. This should be interesting…

The OTHER Author's Note: So...good? bad? awful? terrible? Go ahead and leave a review. You know that the forces of the Zoey 101 fanfiction gods command you... (ominous music) All right, I'm stopping that now. Anyway, if you liked, stay tuned. If you didn't...do it anyway! It just might get better!

-Sin