The Valentines Day Mix-Up

Disclaimer: Don't own Zoey 101

A/N: Hmm. Not too many Hits or Reviews on this story. I intend to finish it though. Next chapter will probably be up by Friday, But I want a few more reviews first. This next chapter is rather short, but I wanted to save the surprise of the guy getting it for a whole different chapter. R&R, and enjoy.

Chapter two: Red Envelopes and a Movie. Kind of?

I'm completely out of breath as I lean over, one hand on my knee. I need the other for support too, but I'm too out of it to realize I've still got a hold of Chase's hand. I will myself to let go, but I'm too disorientated to do anything at the moment. My arm is being tugged, what the hell?

"Still… Tired?" Chase manages to get out, tugging on my hand, urging me to move with him. I suggested the movie, and I'm the one who ran, but yet I'm the one tired out?

"One sec" I breathe out and let myself fall on the grass, cross-legged. Chase, obviously not expecting it, is tugged down on top of me. I laugh and so does he.

I love how completely comfortable we are with each other. If that were to happen with any other guy, I would have either blushed or snapped at them. Not Chase though, he's like family.

"Screw movies," I say, leaning back on the grass to look up at the clouds, the sun is just about setting.

"And Homework too?" Chase asks, motioning to his bag, reminding me what I'd said only moments ago.

"Yes, that too" I respond. Chase leans back beside me, I guess he's looking at the clouds as well.

The two of us must've laid on the grass for hours. We played, or tried to play, footsie's with each other and bumped the other with our knees casually every once and a while. I'm so glad Chase is my best friend. I'm so glad I get to do all these small meaningful things that I'd never get to do with someone else. I'm glad Chase and me can share these kinds of moments.

"Hey Dana" Chase calls my name. My eyes open quickly from my daydream-type-zoning-out-thing and I turn my head to him. He reached a hand up and ruffled my hair into my face.

Oh no he did not!

"Chase!" I growl. He knows he'd better get running before I do, "Your so going to get it"

"Danger Cruz doesn't scare me" He smiled. If this were a year ago he would have been scared as hell. But now? He knows I wouldn't hurt him… badly.

"You should be scared," I growl again. I'm not really that angry. It's just for effect. I guess it's like a play fight. Its kind of when me and Logan fight and he tries to flirt with me. Only difference is, I wont hurt Chase.

He got a running start while I got myself up and brushed my hair out of my face. I can see him making his way towards the fountain. So I'm running now, and if you saw me you'd think I was roadrunner himself.

In an instant I went from running to wet. Chase had been standing in front of the fountain, pleasantly waiting for me to ram into him when he stepped aside. So I've fallen into the fountain. Dana 'Danger' Cruz has fallen into the fountain.

"Ughhhhh!" I growl, but I can't hold the laughter in much longer. Chase joins into my fit of laughter, as I try to wipe the hair out of my face.

"Chase!" I yell, "Help me up"

He reaches for my hand, a smile on his face. He's still laughing, not as much, but the laughter's still there. I plaster a smirk on my face, and before he knows what's happening, he's in the fountain too.

"Dana!" He smiles, turning to me. "Chase!" I mock.

Oh what a wonderful sight. Chase and Dana, wet, in a fountain, and to top it, laughing their asses off.

It doesn't really matter anyways. There aren't many people out here now. They're all in their dorms or at a movie. It eight out and its dark now anyways, why would someone go out in the dark anyways?

"Walk you to your dorm" Chase asks. The fountain water is still coming down on us. I laugh and nod, adding a "Sure" as I wipe water away from my eyes. He helps me up, and we begin a cold walk towards my dorm hall.

I underestimated when I said cold. When I said 'cold', I really meant HOLY CRAP IT FEELS LIKE MINUS TWENTY. Chase seems to notice this and he wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer. I could get used to this.

There's silence all around us. It feels like just me and him out here in the cold night. With his arm wrapped around me I feel on top of the world, I could do anything right now. I look up to Chase and smile, and he looks down to me, confused.

"Something on my face?" He jokes, and momentarily takes his arm off my shoulder to feel around his face for effect. It makes me laugh. I think I laugh too much when I'm with him.

"Nah" I bump his shoulder with mine, and his arm drapes around me again. I don't think I've ever felt so secure.

"Thanks for being my best friend Chase" He looks confused, "Your one in a million"

His arm casually draped over my shoulder quickly turns into a hug. I wish I could stay like this forever. He's the best best friend anyone could ever wish for. Sucks for you, cause I've got him and you cant have him. Ha!

Chase just makes me feel so comfortable, like nothing could go wrong. Nothing in the world can get to me, can upset me, can hurt me simply because Chase is my best friend and he's here for me.

I love how me and Chase connect perfectly. I love Chase.

"Dana?" Chase asks.

No. No. No. No. No. No. Please tell me I did not zone out again. Especially when I was hugging Chase.

"Uh sorry" I replied, "Zoned out again" I feel incredibly stupid right now.

"I was beginning to wonder about that five minute hug," he laughs. I laugh to; it's contagious. "What's with the zoning out anyways?" He asks.

"Honestly" I look to him; he nods. "I have No idea" I sigh, "I guess I'm busy catching up that's all. I haven't been back for long"

"Well" his arm finds its way around me again, "I'm glad you came back"

"Me too" I answer. "Me too"

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Its nine already. The boys are out playing basketball. They go to the court every night at eight forty-five to play a one-hour game. I could totally whip their asses at basketball any day, anywhere. Just tell me the time and place, and you'll be sure to lose.

Room 101 is quiet. Zoey and Nicole are in the showers, getting ready for bed. However, I'm far from ready to sleep.

I run a hand through my unusually normal brown hair. I don't know what makes me think there's anything special about me. Brown hair, Brown eyes. Just like almost every other girl at PCA. What makes me think he'll ever notice me? I'm not a blonde so I'm not the kind of girl he wants.

Okay, Breathe Dana. Breathe. You can do this. I know I can.

A couple more deep breaths and then I'm ready. I slip on a sweater and put my skater shoes on. I can do this. I can so do this. I shove a bright red envelope into my sweater pocket and zip the sweater up. The envelope is only a bit crinkled.

I wrote this letter last week, and I was going to send it last week. Instead I changed a few words and promised to gather the courage to give it to him for Valentines Day. I'm gunna do it. I have to. If I don't, I'll never forgive myself.

Breathe. Breathe.

Just as I'm walking out, Zoey and Nicole come bounding down the hall with their pajamas on. Just wonderful! Okay, I'll be psychic here. Zoey's going to ask where I'm going so late, and Nicole's going to ask if they can come too. We've been through this routine so many times before.

"Hey Dana" Zoey greets. Wait for it, waaaait for it. "Where're you going? Its late." I hate to say 'I told you so', but, told you so. Lets see if I can make my score two now.

"Out" I reply. Yeah right, as if I'm going to tell them I'm off delivering a secret love letter for Valentines Day.

"Can I come!" Nicole shouts, "Please, please, pleaaaaseee, can we come?" Nicole seems ecstatic. That's two for Dana. What'd I tell you? I know these people like the back of my hand, no matter how much I wish it wasn't true.

"No" I snap, narrowing my eyes at Nicole. She seems to back of… for now. I know the second I'm back she'll be all over me with questions.

I start walking, and luckily the bimbo twins don't follow. I quickly make my way down to the lounge, and then out into the crisp night air. Its not as cold as I remembered it to be when I was with Chase today. Although, that coldness could partly be because of the fact that I was sopping wet and had no jacket.

Well. It was still cold, and I had a while to walk. I pulled my sweater closer around me, and shiver. It's worth it. Dana, It's worth it.

I could see their dorm hall in the distance. So I ran towards, quickly reaching it and entering into the warm building. It feels so good to be able to get out of that cold. The warmth embraces me and I smile. Today's the day.

I'm standing in room 32. It wasn't hard to find. I've gone over this situation a million and one times in my head. I know exactly what to do.

The red envelope is pulled out of my pocket and I quickly smooth the wrinkles out of it. A red ribbon is brought out of the other pocket and I quickly tie it in a bow around the envelope.

Michael's bed is the single one. Logan's the bottom, and Chase's the top. I'm 99.9 sure. What about that 0.1? What if I completely screw this up? No. It's not possible. I've been here so many times. I know this. I know this.

The Red envelope finds its way to his bed. It contrasts well with the while pillion beneath it. I hope he sees it. I hope he reads it. I hope he doesn't break my heart.

I'm breathing, and I'm walking backwards. I have to leave it. I know I do.

You can do this Dana. It has to be done.

Quickly and quietly I step out of the room, closing their door behind me. As I round the corner, no one's there, unlike in all the daydreams I've had about this moment. It only takes a few minutes to get back to my dorm hall. It didn't seem cold at all. I guess that must be the adrenalin.

What's done is done. I can't change it now, and I don't think I would if I could. I'm glad I did this. I'm glad it's finally over with.

I reach room 101 and turn the knob. Nicole and Zoey left it unlocked for me.

"Where did you go?! What did you see?! Who did you see? Cute boys?! I bet you saw cute boys," Nicole was all over me with questions. I guess I must be psychic, cause that makes three for me. Doesn't it?

A/N: Tell me who you think Dana likes, and what your favourite part was :)

I'll also accept any suggestions you have for this story, idea wise. I've got a few, but I could use more.