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Disclaimer: Don't own it but one day, I will use my awesome peanut butter powers to take over Nickelodeon and-..oops I probably shouldn't reveal my evil take-over plans on the internet. JKJKJK...yeah you can actually read the story now...hehe

Chapter One

Zoey always admired the color blue. It reminded her of the ocean, her father's favorite color was blue and it was the shade of the sky on a bright, warm summer day. It was the color she considered painting her room key when she met James because his eyes were oceanic; perfect to look into to, and it would be a constant reminder of him. But she never did. She could never bring herself to replace Chase's key, with James' eyes. It just...wasn't right.

I could paint it green...the same color as Chase's eyes..

She found it hard to look at each oncoming day optimistically and for a while, she could convince herself that nothing was truly wrong and she could go on with her life. Except that she really couldn't. Quinn and Lola could continue on with their lives, and Quinn could continue to sneak around with Logan like nothing was happening at all. She wouldn't bother them with her small technicalities in life because she wanted to act like nothing was wrong so maybe the problem would go away if she just learned to ignore it. But it didn't and deep down she knew that it wouldn't ever go away. Something was missing and she knew life wouldn't get better until she found it.

Wish I could figure things out once and for all...

Zoey knew about Quinn and Logan sneaking around though she never spoke a word of it. It was their private business and they would tell when they were ready; it was obvious that people would talk and they didn't want to deal with it at that point in their relationship. And plus, Zoey was just a little teeny bit jealous. Not because of Logan; Quinn could keep the boy with his cheap "Dancing with Logan" videos. No, she was jealous of what they had. They shared something special, only between the two of them, since no one else but Zoey knew. And they were willing to go to unbelievable ends just so their special connection could stay hidden in the dark like some buried secret. Zoey would never tell, but she would always envy.

Why can't I have what they have?

It was April 28th and Prom night was rapidly approaching. Zoey sat, miserably alone in the thick darkness of room 101, propped against a pillow on her single bed. She was depressed and felt a horrible gut-wrenching guilty feeling in her stomach. She'd broken up with James. She'd made it final, sealed the deal, spoke the truth and totally and completely dumped him. And now she felt terrible. James was so sweet and caring, unbelievably understanding and funny, and he'd admitted that he'd fallen deeply in love with her. Now only two days later, she kicked him to the curb like some cruel puppy owner. What was wrong with her?

I've been acting so strange lately...What is my problem?

Quinn and Lola were out with th guys at Sushi Rox. Zoey had been invited but politely declined since she didn't feel like eating anything and it would probably be a horribly awkward dinner anyway. She felt lonely in her bat cave of a room with the lights shut off and no music playing. But mostly she didn't know what was wrong. She noticed this one week ago when Lola announced she'd joined and become the leader of the Prom Committee. Her heart had lurched unexpectedly and her ravishing hunger had vanished, and she'd pushed away the cheese fries that she'd bought for lunch. Then the whole rest of the day had gone by in a confusing haze, and ended with Zoey spying Logan and Quinn behind a bush, completely caught up in each other kissing like there was no tomorrow. It was all too much to take.

Whoa, didn't see that comin'. Quinn will keep him in check though..

Saturday, she'd stayed in bed 'till 11:30 much to the disapproval of Lola who insisted that she should go to yoga with her, but finally left her alone after a pillow to face. Zoey lay in bed awake the whole time but hiding from the world under her covers, sifting through her thoughts to find what had kidnapped her happiness. Finally she'd come to the conclusion that she something was indeed missing. She just couldn't figure out what it was. And that brought her here: boyfriend-less, friendless and all alone in the dark.

What am I DOING? I'm such a pathetic loser with friends who never understand and barely a life at all...

She slid under her cool cotton sheets finally, after many minutes thinking. She would continue on as norma, like she'd done so many times before, and in the morning when Lola would try to strangle her for breaking up with James and Quinn would try to test her brain for some psychological disorder, she would smile wanly and laugh it off. No problem: she was perfectly fine, absolutely peachy. If only someone could see past it and realize that she was TOTALLY and COMPLETELY lying. There was only one person who could do that though, and they were far from PCA. For now, sleeping was the only solution she could find.

A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever so gimme a break on this!! Please Review with more than just "good" or the all-time famous "love it!" though I've done that plenty of times Constructive criticism is welcome though, and I am only a young girl so please don't burn me alive at the stake or something if you thought it was horrible or completely confusing. Just let me know!

-Marissa