6.16.10 UPDATE! PLEASE READ!
Dear readers,
I am sorry to say that I have not updated in a very long time; I know that I have dissappointed some and annoyed others, but I do have a legitimate reason. My computer is currently unusable and all of the other chapters have been typed and edited on that computer which has prevented me from uploading a new post, or using a junk drive to transfer it in case of chances of a virus. Until I am able to get to my computer, I will have to put this story on hold. I am greatly upset by this, but I promise three chapters for my next update. Thank you all for your understanding, I hope to update before the end of the month! Now please enjoy!
KindredHearts
NOTE: This is the sequel to the story Breathe. It continues on at the beginning of their senior year after a three month summer break. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Sunset Beginnings
"Mr. Reese, I understand that it may be hard for your brain to comprehend the advanced words that I'm using this early in the morning; so please allow me to make myself clearer in a way that you'll easily understand. Get off of your butt, into the shower, and down to the kitchen now so that you can leave, and I won't have to see you for the next three months!"
Blinking back the sleep of the night before, Logan's brown eyes fluttered open as he looked around; landing with a glare on the obnoxious English accented voice intruding on his dreams. "What?" he hissed, grabbing his plaid blue covers, and pulling them closer to his body; turning away from the annoyance.
"Mr. Reese, trust me; this would all go easier if you just listened- for once."
"Chauncey, get out of my room."
"Not until you-"
"I'm up alright?" Logan screamed, jumping out of the king sized bed and walking across the stretch of space that led to his personal bathroom. Slamming the door behind him, he walked over to the sink; placing his hands on either side of the sink's surface, Logan inhaled deeply before looking up. In the mirror, he saw a handsome young man with dark, curly brown hair with golden accents that slightly fell over his eye; model good looks accentuated every part of his face right down to his beautiful chocolate eyes. Running a golden, sun tanned hand through his curls; Logan reached for his toothbrush and began to get ready for his day.
"Good morning, son," the dashing Mr. Reese said as he came bustling down the stairs with brief case and suit jacket in hand.
"Where are you off to?" Logan asked, staring at his father with a barely interested look and a monotone as he swallowed another forkful of Eggs Benedict served over toasted rye bread.
"Signing papers. You know, not everything I do is fabulous; unless you consider black ink pens and men thirty and over fabulous."
"Yeah, not really," Logan sighed, pushing back his chair and heading toward the stairs and back up to his room.
"Son?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm proud of you. Congratulations, you're a senior. You made it."
"Thanks, Dad," Logan said, a bit surprised as he took a step closer to his father. Nodding his head in response, Mr. Reese sped to the door, grabbing his keys; the only sound left by him being that of the tires screeching on gravel as he took off down the California highway in his brand new jet black Lamborghini.
.
It was a two hour drive from the Reese's secluded house out in the suburbs of California to PCA. Logan was ready; his bags packed in the trunk, his pear pod on the limo's dock and ready to go, his laptop charged and already on his favorite gaming site, and his cell phone sitting beside him as he sat in the car and stared out at the trees as the limo flew past them. This was it. His last time going to PCA for the first time for a new school year; he was a senior, and now everything was changing. It was a sad revelation. After all, some of his best years had been spent at PCA; it held most of his favorite memories. There was that time in 6th grade when he met Michael at football tryouts and the two were tackled by the even then overpowering Vince Blake, how they'd both been sent to the nurse's office after their first game due to injuries from being tackled, how they'd finally learned to brace themselves to be tackled. Then there were the more recent things; Zoey and Chase finally getting together, Lola and Zoey attacking each other in the mud at his beauty pageant (although they had ruined the entire show and his designer suit), and then there was his favorite memory; the day that he told Quinn and all of PCA that he loved her. Smiling at the memory, Logan looked down at his phone, the displaying image one of him and Quinn cuddled together on her porch in Seattle.
Smiling, Logan suddenly realized just how much he'd missed Quinn in the past two weeks since he's last seen her. She had come to visit him in California for a week before heading back home and packing up for the school year to begin. Now, as he rode into PCA, his heart began to race at the thought of seeing the beautiful face smiling at
him.
"Are you nervous?" she has asked, curled into his arms while staring out at the sunset from his roof."
"For what?" he asked, looking at his love with confusion. He had been so happy that she was there. He was dreading that fact that she'd be heading back home tomorrow.
"School. We're seniors now. This is our last year at PCA. Then it's off to college, and things change." Looking over at Quinn, Logan saw something that he'd never really seen there before; fear. Reaching out his hand and taking hers in it, Logan gave a little squeeze before smiling at her and kissing the top of her forehead.
"No matter what; I promise you, Quinnifer Jeanette Pensky, that nothing will change between us. And if it does, it'll be for us to be closer. Trust me."
"Okay, we're seniors now."
"No kidding."
"Which means, that I get to put this poster up without your complaints!"
"No one wants to stare at your European boyfriend for a year!"
"Well, no one wants to stare at yours either, but we're forced to see his face almost every single day."
"Funny."
"Okay, girls. Why don't we just settle this like grown up, mature women?" Zoey asked, stepping in between her two friends as they stood glaring at each other.
"Um, because we're not?" Lola snapped, rolling here eyes and stepping towards Quinn.
"Yeah, some of us prefer to be the obnoxious brats of the family," Quinn retorted stepping towards Lola.
"Stop taking steps, the both of you! We are best friends, living together in our senior year! Does it really matter if Lola has some guy hanging on the wall for a while? We had to stare at Mark for months when you two were dating!"
"Yeah, that caused nightmares," Lola cried.
"Well, when you put it that way," Quinn sighed, walking over to Lola, grabbing her picture and fleeing through the door. "No!"
"She'll be back," Lola said, before taking off after her friend. Shaking her head, Zoey sat down on the edge of her bed, and began to unpack another box of books. A lot had changed over the summer; Lola had come back looking one hundred percent like herself. Her hair had grown back down to her elbows and she flaunted it with blue tips running along its edges and one long blue strand of hair. Quinn had trimmed her hair to right above her elbows and straightened it, which gave it that "old time Quinn" look as it sat down with two braids tied in with yellow and blue ribbons. Zoey had changed too. Her hair had gone back to its original blonde and held all natural streaks and highlights. Sighing, Zoey flung herself back onto her bed and closed her eyes. To think that five short years ago they -minus Lola- had all meant and become such great friends. They'd gone through so much together, grown up together. It was hard to believe that this was their last year at PCA.
Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo;
The way you move ain't fair you know. Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight…
"Hello?" Zoey asked, holding her new pink and red PearPhone to her ear.
"Hey hey hey," Chase's excited voice boomed in through the speaker. Smiling, Zoey pulled her feet up onto the bed, and cuddled into a comfortable position to talk to her boyfriend.
"Did you just get here?"
"About an hour ago actually. I'm going to take a break from unpacking, and go get a coffee. I wanted to know if my favorite PCAer – nest to you, Michael- wanted to join me?"
"I'll meet you in the quad," Zoey laughed, sliding off the bed, putting her shoes back on, and running out to the quad to meet Chase.
"I don't know. I think the guava is better than the kiwi."
"Really? I thought that kiwi gave it that extra burst." Quinn and Lola were sitting at a table in the girls' lounge, drinking the newest Blitz juices. The two had settled their little dispute after a few tackles, tickling, and some compromise; Lola could put the picture up if Quinn could put one up of Logan as well. Looking over her shoulder, Quinn saw that PCA was beginning to again burst with activity as it reached the noon hours. Girls were squealing as they were reunited with their friends or boyfriends, and some guys that had gathered in the lounge were punching, high fiving, and "man-hugging" their hellos. However, there was one guy that Quinn particularly wanted to see and he still hadn't called, texted, or shown up yet. Glancing down at her phone, Quinn looked at the picture of them taken out on his golf course in his house in California. The two were laughing and sitting in a golf cart, staring at each other lovingly.
"I haven't seen the guys yet," Lola said, sensing Quinn's nervousness. "I wonder where they are, they usually take a break from unpacking by now."
"I don't know, maybe we should go and look for them?"
"Yeah," Lola said, standing up and holding out her arm for Quinn to link to, then walking down the hall and out into the quad.
"Okay, is it just me or are the girls finer than ever this year?"
"I really couldn't say," Logan said, rolling his eyes at his best friend. He nodded a hello as his other blonde friend walked up to him with a coffee in his hand.
"So, no sign of the girls yet? Besides Zoey I mean?" James asked.
"Nope, but Michael doesn't seem to really care," Logan smirked as he watched his friend stare at girl after girl. "And I thought that I used to be bad."
"Oh, you were. Just not in the way that you thought. The rest of us? We all had our own ideas of you," Michael explained as he walked around Logan looking in the direction of an ex of his named Vanessa.
"Either you're on serious Lisa withdraw, or you're still recovering from the Lola blow."
"Lola blow?" James asked, obviously confused.
"Yeah, Lola found some French guy that she likes over break, and emailed Mike to tell him all about it. It's sickening. Girls can be so dumb, especially if they're Lola."
"Shut up, Reese," Michael scoffed, as he walked in the direction of Vanessa.
"Logan! My man!" Dustin called out, walking in the direction of Logan, with a pretty brunette on one arm and a blonde on the other; a red head walking behind him. The newly dubbed sophomore apparently already loved his 10th grade year.
"What's up?" Logan asked, giving a side glance of amusement to James whose face held a horror stricken expression upon it.
"James! Dude, what goes on?"
"Nothing. Um, who are your friends?"
"Oh! This is Beth, Jenny, and Reggie," Dustin said nonchalantly, pointing to the brunette, blonde, and red heads. "Have you seen Zoe? We're supposed to check in with each other."
"She's with Chase in the quad," James replied, "I'll help you look for her." James sauntered off behind Dustin, trying his hardest to conceal his amusement at the site before him. He knew that Zoey would freak on Dustin, but it would be so worth it; Dustin was turning too much into how Logan used to be. Maybe he needed a Quinn.
"You know, Reese, if I didn't know better, I'd think you'd gotten lost. Then again, your dad can send out all of California to look for you. Still, that doesn't explain why someone didn't call to tell me that they were here or where to meet them." He recognized that voice. Turning around, a smile already on his face, Logan looked into the eyes of his beloved Quinn. Even in slight annoyance, her voice made him melt.
"I had my reasons," Logan smirked as he began to step towards her.
"And they would be?" Quinn challenged as she crossed her arms over her chest, tilted her head, and glared at him.
"Because I was busy setting up our favorite little spot on the beach, and trying to surprise you; it wasn't as easy as it sounds." Walking over to her, Logan slid his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him for a hug, soon feeling her arms wrapping around him as well; and breathing in her coco-berry shampoo, honey perfume, Logan smiled. This was a moment that he loved. Pulling back, he looked down into her beautiful brown eyes. Reaching his hand up and caressing her face before brushing her bangs out of her eyes; Logan leaned down, pressing his soft lips against Quinn's, whose lips immediately reacted in response. It was a passionate hello kiss that was beautiful in its own private way as the two pressed more deeply into it. Lola, who had been standing beside Quinn, found it a bit awkward, and while she handled it at first, it was time to break up the love fest for at least a moment. Clearing her throat, Lola made her presence very clear among the friends.
"Hi, Lola," Logan sighed, reluctantly pulling away from Quinn's arms, and reaching over and hugging her.
"Hello," she smiled back at her friends. Her smile grew wider as she saw Michael, followed by Chase, Zoey, and James coming towards the group of friends. Running to Michael, Lola wrapped her arms around him, and then hugged hellos to James and Chase in turn. Smiling, the friends all greeted each other and began to walk to their favorite lunch table, reminiscing about their summer and all of the events that had taken place in the previous weeks. Just like old times.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Zoe!"
"Um, hey. Sorry, I don't recognize the number; I haven't transferred all of the numbers that I have from my old phone yet. May I ask who's-"
"It's Nicole!"
"So you'll never guess who called Zoey today."
"Who?"
"Well I want you to guess, even if you don't figure it out," Quinn giggled as Logan smirked at her. Brushing her hair back over her shoulder and resting her head atop it, Quinn gave her best model face and said with a posh tone, "so Mr. Reese, give it your best shot. Whodo you think called Zoey Brooks?"
"Hm, I'm gonna lock in Stacey Dilson."
"Stacey? Why Stacey?" Quinn asked, her face twisting into one of confusion. Laughing, Logan leaned up from his lounging position across the light purple and red blanket, and kissed Quinn softly on the lips.
"To complain about Dustin's new girlfriend…s."
"Good guess, but no."
"Ok… Some Hawaiian dude that almost beat the crap out of Chase over Zoey."
"Did that really happen?"
"It's possible," Logan shrugged. "So, you want to just tell me now?"
"Fine," Quinn sighed, pretending to be exasperated. "Nicole."
"Bristow?"
"Uhuh."
"Nicole as in guy obsessed, failed nearly every class at one point because one of her boyfriends or crushes was in them, and dated that weird genius guy to help us in the robot competition Nicole?"
"Yes," Quinn laughed.
"Oh. Wow. Well that was my next guess so…"
"Oh, right!" leaning in and kissing Logan, Quinn pulled back and rested herself on top of her bag, facing him.
"So, Nicole's coming back?"
"I don't know. Zoey didn't really tell me much, she was running off to meet Chase, and I was running off to meet you. Lola and Michael are watching Girly Cow together."
"You're not serious?"
"About what?"
"Lola and Michael. She is such a –"
"Hey-" Quinn swatted at his muscular arm with her soft fingertips.
"I'm just saying that using him isn't very friend like."
"As cute as it is that you're concerned for Michael, trust me; Lola isn't using anyone- at least not yet." Sighing, Logan slid his arms behind his head, and changed positions as he began to look around.
"How pathetic is it that we've spent most of our date talking about our friends?"
"We've only been talking about them for like an hour."
"Quinn, we've been out here for an hour and a half. Besides, I can think of better things that we can do with our time." Logan said flirtatiously, winking at Quinn and leaning in towards her.
"Oh, really?" Quinn purred. As Logan nodded and leaned in further, Quinn shot up and began to run along the shore line. "So can I!" she shouted back, laughing and running into and out of the cold water. Shaking his head and running after her, Logan took off. As the two formed a game of attacking each other, the water and moonlight seemed to dance around them, setting the scene and showcasing their love.
So, here we are. The sequel to Breathe. I truthfully hope that you enjoyed it! I worked extremely hard and it took a while to finish the first chapter because I was repeatedly editing until I finally came to this copy. I'm extremely satisfied and proud with what I've done, and I hope that you are too. The next chapter will be out soon! PLEASE R&R! Thank you so much for continuing to read and check on Breathe and my author page! You are all such wonderful and dedicated fans, and you kept me motivated to get to work! Again, I hope that you enjoyed it!