Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101.
A/N: I was reading a couple of Winter Blossom's stories (you rock, btw) and I got inspired. I was listening to 'Just So You Know' by Jesse McCartney (I know, I surprise myself with my music selection :P) earlier today and I couldn't help but write a Dana Logan fluff to it. So here you go (: I recommend listening to the song first, to get into the mood of the story :D I'm not a huge fan of Jesse, but I really like this song, so enjoy (: reviews are always appreciated.
4:22pm
Logan waited anxiously outside the door. He paced the hallway several times, stopping to look at pictures. He was procrastinating.
"Who the hell keeps walking outside my door?" Dana asked, sticking her head out.
"Uh," Logan stuttered. Dana glared at him.
"What do you want, Reese?" she asked.
"I uh, I, I wanted to- to ask you-," Logan stuttered some more.
"Spit it out, I don't have all day," Dana said, rolling her eyes. She picked at her fingernail.
"Iwaswonderingifyouwantedtogotothedancewithme," Logan slurred quickly.
"What?" Dana asked, looking at him like he had three heads.
"I uh, I was wondering if, um, you-," Logan began. He was interrupted by his phone ringing.
"Um?" Logan asked, pointing to his phone.
"Go ahead, take it," Dana said. She rolled her eyes once more.
"So, did you ask her yet?" Michael asked. Michael. Michael had called Logan.
"WHAT happened to Grandma?" Logan said, in fake horror.
"Man, what are you talking about?" Michael asked. Logan looked at Dana with big eyes.
"It's that serious?" Logan asked.
"Are you insane?" Michael asked.
"I'll be there as soon as I can," Logan said.
"Logan Reese has officially gone crazy," Michael said. Logan flipped his phone shut.
"Wait, why are you still here?" Logan asked, turning around to see Dana still in the doorway looking at him.
"I, uh, though you had something to say," Dana lied.
"Uh, no… I gotta go… grandma, hospital, stuff…" Logan babbled as he walked down the hallway. Dana just looked at him and closed the door. She leaned up against the door and smiled to herself.
"Hmmm…" she sighed happily.
"What are you so happy about?" Nicole asked.
"Uh, nothing, dweeb, just get back to your finger painting," Dana snarled at her roommate.
"Dana was probably talking to Max Harwell," Nicole sang, grinning.
"Shut up," Dana warned.
"No, it must've been someone REALLY special, she's going all red," Zoey said.
"I said SHUT UP!" Dana said, throwing a pillow at Zoey. Zoey dodged the pillow and looked at Dana a moment before returning to her work.
"Sorry," Zoey muttered. Dana threw herself onto her bed and sighed. Why did I let him get into my head? I spent a year in France and I couldn't forget about him… but he's probably hanging off some other girl now. I don't do all that touchy-feeling emotion crap… so why do I feel like that now? Oh god, somebody shoot me now…
5:35pm
"What's wrong with your grandma?" Michael grinned, walking up to Logan. Logan was lying down on the grass, thoughts and emotions churning inside.
"Dude?" Michael asked. Logan didn't reply.
"DUDE!" Michael yelled. Logan quickly pulled out his iPod headphone.
"What do you want?" Logan snapped.
"Did you ask her?" Michael asked, sitting down next to his roommate. Logan propped himself up on his elbows.
"What's it to you?" Logan asked, cocking an eyebrow in Michael's direction.
"I was the one who convinced you to go for it," Michael pointed out.
"Only because I don't trust Chase when it comes to 'going for it'," Logan spat. Michael laughed.
"Whatever, man, I'll take that as a no," Michael chuckled. He pulled out a bag of potato chips.
"Want some?" he tipped the bag towards Logan.
"No I do not want potato chips," Logan said. What he wanted was her.
Two weeks later
Logan was drowning in his thoughts. He sat on his bed, wallowing, day in, day out, only leaving for class and food.
"Dude, just ASK HER, the dance is tomorrow night. What's the worst that'll happen? THE Logan Reese will get turned down?" Chase asked. Logan glared at him.
"Shut up," Logan said, knowing Chase was right.
"You're making this hard for everyone around you-," Chase began one of his deep and meaningful speeches.
"Look, Matthews, I don't need advice from someone who doesn't have the balls to tell a girl he's loved her for three years, alright? You just stay in your 'everything-is-fine' bubble and stay out of my face," Logan said. He picked up his jacket and iPod and stormed out of the room. He shoved the ear buds in his ears and let the music take over.
I shouldn't love you but I want to
Logan scoffed and turned the music up louder and listened for a while.
I just can't turn away
Do you want me
To hide the feelings
And look the way?
He looked up at all the smiling faces of his fellow classmates. He saw all the colorful signs for the dance and couldn't help but wallow in self pity. He sighed and decided to head for the far lawn; it looked out over the ocean and it was always a good place to sit and think. He walked over to a big rock on the lawn and sat down. He felt still and calm… a feeling that seemed to of escaped his body for the past couple weeks.
Just so you know
This feeling's taking control of me
And I can't help it
I won't sit around
And I can't let him now
Logan cringed as he realized the song ran true for every fact in his love life right now… He sighed and looked down at all the cars on the Central Coast Highway. He sighed, knowing they all had a destination, a plan, somewhere to be. He tensed when he felt someone's presence with him. He quickly spun around to be greeted by a girl in black pants and a red shirt.
"Cruz," Logan said.
"Reese," she said, sitting down next to his rock.
"So… what's up?" she asked. Logan turned off his iPod and put it on the ground next to him. Dana picked it up and began scrolling through his music.
"Jesse McCartney?" Dana smiled, raising an eyebrow. The eyebrow dropped, now it was just a smile. Wait… Dana smiled?
"What are you so happy about?" Logan asked incredulously.
"Nothing… I guess I'm just in a good mood," Dana said. She turned her face from Logan.
"Ring the alarm," Logan said sarcastically. But this time, there wasn't hatred in his voice… it was almost like he meant it sincerely.
"So…" Logan began, looking out at the ocean. Dana looked at him.
"Woah," she said.
"What?" Logan asked, looking down at her.
"For a minute there I actually thought that Logan Reese was deep in thought," Dana cracked. She grinned at him.
"Oh, ha ha," Logan said sarcastically. Logan prepared himself mentally.
"So, you going to the dance tomorrow?" Logan asked. He hadn't rushed, he hadn't stuttered… he had actually asked her. And he was pretty damn proud of it.
"Well," Dana began. Oh no, Logan thought, I can ask her but I can't stand to hear her answer…
"Well, Nicole and Zoey are gonna go, but I don't have a date, so, I dunno, maybe," Dana said.
"Who's Zoey bringing?" Logan asked, changing the subject.
"Uh, I think that Max kid… Harwell, in our science class," Dana said. Logan laughed.
"The nerd who blew up an egg?" Logan chuckled. Dana smiled.
"Nah, the kid sitting next to egg nerd," she said.
"Oh… cool," Logan said. They sat in silence for a minute, just looking at the ocean, the highway, the sky… they daren't glance at one another, in fear of looking at the other. Logan cleared his throat and broke the silence.
"So, uh, what if we," Logan began.
"Yeah?" Dana said. She bottled her excitement and remembered her 'calm, cool and collected' self.
"Um, what if we could like, meet up sometime? I mean, at the dance," Logan said. Dana smiled to herself slightly.
"Uh, yeah… I guess that wouldn't totally suck," she said.
"Okay then, I gotta go… I'll see you in class then?" Logan asked.
"Ye-yeah, tomorrow, yeah," Dana said, shaking certain thoughts from her head.
"I'll see ya," Logan said. He stood up and walked towards campus. He ran to his room, slammed the door, and screamed.
"WOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!" he yelled.
"You owe me ten buck, Chase," Michael said. Chase and Michael laughed.
"I'm glad you think its fun to bet on my love life," Logan glared. He jumped onto his bed and lay down. He couldn't help but feel giddy… this must be that stupid feeling all those magazines talk about…
7:13pm
Logan asked me to the dance! Well, not asked me… but whatever, it's a start. Dana Cruz never gets desperate… Dana was on the beach, in the same place, overcome with joy. She stood up and saw something shine in the sand. She picked it up and realized that Logan had left his iPod with her, after she had looked at it. She smiled and made her way back to the guys' dorm so she could give it back to him. She smiled to herself, as romance seemed to be everywhere. She saw Quinn and Mark, sitting on a bench together, Zoey and Chase walking towards the student center, blatantly unaware of the obvious attraction between them, Michael and Lola sitting on a blanket under a tree… she sighed, hoping one day she wouldn't have to hide behind her boundaries. She hoped one day she would be able to show her true feelings for someone without being worried what someone thought. She hoped one day she would be able to show her true feelings for Logan, and she hoped one day he would feel the same.
She walked into the boys' dorm to be greeted with catcalls and whistles. She glared at a few guys and gave them the finger.
"Where's Reese's room?" Dana asked one of them. She felt slightly embarrassed; almost every girl at PCA had been in Logan Reese's bedroom… yet she felt kind of special that she hadn't.
"Down the hall, take a right, first door on your left, 207," one with scruffy brown hair poking out from under his beanie said.
"Thanks," Dana muttered. She followed his instructions and found room 207. She looked at some of the drawings on the whiteboard on the door. Chase had obviously scribbled all over it. LOGAN CHASE AND MICHAEL'S ROOM.Don't come in whales will eat you. Dana laughed at all the random drawings and scribbles. She knocked on the door and waited.
"One sec!" she heard Logan call. After a minute of waiting, Logan came out. His hair was wet from a shower, and he was only wearing sweat pants and a wifebeater. A tight wifebeater, Dana noted. She tried with all her might to look at Logan's face.
"Uh, you forgot this," she said, handing him the iPod. Looking at his face wasn't any better; his dangling wet curls kept catching Dana's eye.
"Oh, thanks, I'm always leaving it places," Logan said.
"Uh, yeah, don't mention it," Dana said.
"Well… thanks. I'll see you later," Logan said.
"Bye," Dana said. Logan watched her walk away before he closed the door. He groaned and slid down until he was sitting on the floor.
"This sucks," he groaned.
The next day, 6:21pm
Logan's hands shook as he looped his tie around his neck. Chase gave him a look of sympathy.
"Scared?" Chase question. Logan glared at him.
"Do you REALLY want to taunt me, when I know so much about you loving Zoey?" Logan shot back. Chase went red.
"I uh, gotta go get something…" Chase muttered, running out of the room. Logan moved from his tie onto his hair. He fluffed his curls one way, then another. He shook his head back and forth, and placed each curl carefully.
"Done," he muttered under his breath.
"You ready?" Michael asked, appearing from the closet. Logan couldn't help but laugh at Michael's attire.
"I need sunglasses to look at you," Logan cracked. Michael glared.
"It's a white suit, get over it," Michael said. It was white, very white indeed, but it suited his dark skin tone nicely. He had a red rose pinned to his lapel.
"No rose?" Michael asked. It was a recent PCA tradition that guys who had a date to the dance would wear a rose, and girls would wear a white flower.
"Shut up," Logan said. He looked himself over once more in the mirror; in pulled his coat down and straightened his cuffs.
"Why does this thing have to be so flipping formal," Logan grumbled. He tightened his tie once more and walked out the door, grabbing his wallet and room key on the way.
"Good luck!" Michael yelled enthusiastically as the door closed. Logan gave Michael the finger.
7:01pm
Logan had been at the dance for half an hour, and still no sign of Dana. I knew she'd do this, I knew she'd set me up… why did I even ask her? This was her whole plan, all along… Logan thought. He picked up a glass of punch and leaned up against the wall.
"Logan, do you like, wanna like, dance ?" Tiffany Smith asked, walking up to him. She grabbed his hand and attempted to pull him to the dance floor.
"No, thanks," Logan said firmly. Tiffany looked at him in shock.
"You… but I… and we…" the blonde stuttered.
"I'm waiting for someone," Logan muttered as Tiffany walked off.
"And it looks like someone's here," Logan heard. He turned around and his jaw fell open.
"Wow, Dana, you look…" Logan said, taking her outfit in. She had worn a classy red dress. Her curls fell and rested on her shoulders, and her face glowed of pure beauty, with barely any make up on.
"I daresay you clean up well, Reese," Dana said, averting his eyes.
"Not so bad yourself, Cruz," Logan smiled slightly.
"So…" Dana said. She picked up a glass of punch and took a sip. Her face screwed up tightly and she threw the paper cup into the trash.
"That," Dana said, trying to clear her mouth of the taste, "Is complete and total crap,"
"Hey, I made that!" Stacy said, standing next to the punchbowl. Dana looked her up and down.
"Again, that is complete and total crap," Dana said. Stacie's face fell and she wandered off, muttering about cotton swabs.
"Hey, looks like Chase and Zoey are having a good time," Logan said, nudging Dana. She laughed quietly.
"Finally," Dana said as Chase pulled Zoey in for a slow dance.
Dana and Logan ventured over to one of the many supplied couches.
"I hate dresses," Dana grumbled, trying to figure out how to sit down. She looked at a couple other girls.
"Oh," she muttered, sitting and crossing her knees. She wriggled and Logan laughed.
"I can see you're not the dress type," he chuckled.
"Yeah, well I've seen you fiddling with your cuffs and collar!" Dana countered, sticking her tongue out at him. Logan's cheeks went ever so slightly red.
"Aww, I embarrassed wittle Wogey Weese!" Dana grinned.
"Yeah well… I'm rubber and you're glue," Logan beamed.
"Oh, yes, very mature," Dana laughed.
"Can we go somewhere?" she asked suddenly.
"Why?" Logan asked.
"Because I can't stand sitting like this for another second," Dana hissed, standing up. Logan laughed as she dragged him out to the balcony. Surprisingly, it was just them.
"So," Logan said.
"So," Dana said. They leaned on a railing.
"Nice night," Dana said.
"Yeah," Logan said. A song from the dance spilled out of the doors and greeted Dana and Logan. I shouldn't love you, but I want to…
"There's so much I can't say," Logan muttered. Dana looked at him.
"Huh?" she asked. Damn, this song is right on time. About tell Logan how I feel and BAMMO, something has to come and ruin it, Dana thought. She looked around for an excuse. Her eyes locked with those of a particular blonde roommate of hers.
"Go for it!" Zoey mouthed angrily.
"Something wrong?" Logan asked, looking at Dana's worried expression.
"Oh, I'm fine," Dana lied. And I don't know, how to be fine when I'm not… Dana wished the song would stop playing. Logan took her hands in his.
"Look, Dana, I've got something to tell you…" Logan said, taking a deep breath. He looked in Dana's eyes. He shut his own for a second.
"I think I'm in love with you," he blurted out. Dana looked at him, shocked.
"Are you-," she asked.
"After all this time, I wouldn't blame you if you hated me, but I can't help it…" Logan groaned. He stood up and looked out at the sky.
"And this is so stupid because I'm not supposed to do this! That's not what I meant," he said, looking at Dana's hurt face, "I mean that I'm not supposed to fall in love, Logan Reese doesn't fall in love," Logan said. He raked his hands through his hair.
"I don't do love, I do stupid one week relationships-," Logan said.
"But you could always try something new, right?" Dana asked quietly. She stood up. "I mean, new things aren't always that bad…" she said, walking over to him. He stared at her, dumbstruck.
"You're not beating me up," Logan said. Dana laughed slightly.
"Why would I beat up the guy I love?" Dana asked. She pulled him towards her and kissed him. Logan was surprised, but then eased into the kiss, putting his hand on the back of her neck, pulling him closer to her. She ran her fingers through his curly hair, and he groaned into her mouth. Eventually, the two split apart.
"Wow…" Dana said, looking at the ground. Just so you know…
"Perfect," Dana breathed. Logan put his forehead to hers.
"Yeah," he said.
A/N: D'awwwwh. Lemme know what you thought (: the little blue button doesn't bite… hard. I think I might write a sequel to this one (: because I like this one so much… about Logan missing Dana when she goes to France maybe?