Here's chapter two. This fic is going to have probably around 10-12 chapter, and I've already got seven typed up, so don't worry about this story getting abandoned. I'm going to see it through, you guys, even if they Zoey 101 fandom is kind of dead.
Enjoy.
Quinn sighs and zips up her suitcase. She'd finished most of her packing last night, but a few things had had to wait until this morning. She glances at the clock, it's only nine thirty, she still has plenty of time before she needs to head down to meet Logan though, so she isn't worried about it. She sits on her bed and looks around her room. Zoey and Lola have already both left earlier that morning to catch flights back to their respective hometowns and already the room is almost too quiet to bear. She is suddenly very thankful for Logan's offer to let her join him at his home. Even if they don't always get along, at least there will be someone there.
A knock at her door breaks her out of her thoughts. She is surprised to find Logan standing there, holding what appears to be an empty duffel bag. "Hey." he greets as she steps aside so he can enter her room.
"Hi." She eyes the duffel bag (and Logan) rather strangely.
He catches where her gaze is directed and drops the bag at his feet. "I thought it might be a good idea if you brought a bunch of stuff that reminds you of Mark." She raises her eyebrow at this statement and he grins before explaining. "Then, we can light a fire in my family's giant fire pit and burn it. It's supposed to be very therapeutic. That's what my mom always says after a break-up anyways."
Quinn looks at him skeptically. "Well…"
"You don't have to do it." He nudges the duffel bag towards her with his foot. "But pack them anyways. They can sit in a spare bedroom and if you decide to do it, cool. If not, that's cool too."
She doesn't see any harm in this idea. It might even be kind of nice to see Mark, or at least his things, go up in smoke. If she wants to that is. "Okay." She told him finally. "I'm not sure if I want to do it, but I'll bring some stuff. Give me like ten minutes."
He fiddles with her computer while she packs and she appreciated that he seems to understand that she doesn't really want anyone to witness as she put the past two years of her life into a duffel bag, especially since it may be the last time they're ever in her room.
"Okay." He turns to face her once she has finished. "Let's go."
Logan nods, grabbing the duffel bag from her and hoisting it over his shoulder. "Come on, the limo is probably waiting for us."
oOo
They make there way to the student drop off area and find a long white limo waiting for them. "You're dad sent a limo even though there's only two of us?"
Logan nods in response. "Of course. He always sends a limo." He tells her, waving as Chauncey opens and steps out of the limo. "Hey Chauncey!"
"Good day sir." He greets Logan before turning and nodding in Quinn's direction. "It is nice to see you again, Miss Pensky."
Quinn gaps open mouthed for a moment before remembering her manners. Her mouth snaps shut and she smiles lightly at the man in front of her. "Uh, you too, Chauncey."
They climb into the limo, Quinn pulling the door shut before Chauncey has a chance to do it. Logan may be used to being treated like royalty, but Quinn isn't and she finds it kind of unnerving to have everything done for her. She hears their luggage being loaded into the trunk and the next thing she knows, the limo is speeding up PCH and it suddenly occurs to her that she's going to be spending a week alone with Logan.
oOo
Most of the car ride full of silence, neither Logan nor Quinn having much to say. Quinn for the most part is lost in her own thoughts. So many things had happened lately that she is almost thankful for the time to sit and think. Of course, as had been happening lately, whenever she isn't distracted by outside events, her traitorous mind turns to her ex.
She turns to Logan suddenly. "Can I ask you a question?"
He jumps, clearly not expecting her to break the silence. "What?" He takes his head phones out of his ear so he can listen to her properly.
Her eyes look everywhere around the limo before finally settling on him and it occurs to him that she's nervous. His curiosity peaked, he leans closer to her. "What is it?"
"Do you think I'd look good with short hair?" She blurts out the question so quickly that it takes Logan a moment to process it.
"Uh…"
"I mean," she continues to ramble quickly, not giving him a chance to answer, "I know you don't find me particularly attractive in general, but just I was thinking I might cut my hair and was wondering if you think I could pull it off. I mean, not that it really matters I guess, I was just wond-"
He holds up a hand to cut her off and when she's finally quiet he replies. "I think you would look nice with short hair. Why do you want to cut it anyways?"
She looks down at her clasped hands, which are resting in her lap. "I don't know. I guess I just want a fresh start. With the whole Mark thing I mean. Sort of like a new look for a new chapter in my life." She is mumbling by the end and he grins because he thinks her being nervous is actually sort of cute.
"If you really want to cut your hair we can have my stylist do it when we get to my house."
"Really? That wouldn't be too much trouble."
Logan shrugs. "Dave's got to be there for me anyways, so I doubt one little hair cut is going to cause him trouble. Besides, he'll make sure however your hair gets cut looks good. He's a miracle worker." He sees her slightly offended look and cuts her off as soon as she opens her mouth to defend herself. "I'm not saying you need a miracle, Pensky. I'm just saying he's so talented he could make Coco look hot."
She closes her mouth at that, not sure of how to respond so she just turns her head to look out the window. They sit in silence for a few more minutes before Logan takes his ear buds out again and turns his head to face Quinn.
"For the record," he says softly, "I've always found you attractive, just the way you are now."
She doesn't really know how to respond to that either.
oOo
They drive through the gates to Logan's mansion and are greeted by Malcolm Reese and a young man in his early twenties that Quinn has never seen before. Logan leans over to her as she watches them out the window. "That's Dave." Logan tells her. "He usually comes over every morning, but I texted Dad and had him call him in today for you."
"I think my hair cut could have waited until tomorrow morning, Logan."
"No way," Logan shakes his head, "better to get it done right away. Before you have a chance to change your mind."
Quinn shakes her head but doesn't argue. Dave is already here after all so she might as well get it done now. They hop out of the car and Malcolm strolls over to them, smiling. "Hello kids" He greets, pulling Logan into a brief hug before extending a hand for Quinn to shake. "It's nice to see you again Quinn. Welcome to our home."
"Thank you."
Malcolm turns and gestures to the young man just behind him. "And this is-"
"Dave." Said young man interjects, taking Quinn's hand and shaking it as well. "And you must be the young Quinn I'm supposed to be working on today."
Quinn flushes under his gaze. "Yeah, that's me."
Dave's smile is infectious and Quinn can almost feel herself smile back. "Well, you already look great so I'm not sure there's going to be much for me to do." He leans in closer and stage whispers, "I'm beginning to suspect that the Reeses don't think I can handle a challenge."
Malcolm laughs at this. "Or maybe we just don't want you to have to work too hard." He glances down at his watch. "Well, I've got to run. Don't want to be late for my meeting. I'll be back for dinner tonight, you guys behave. And Logan,"
Logan turns to his father. "Yeah?"
"Try not to drive Chauncey crazy."
He smirks. "Can't make any promises."
Behind them, Chauncey rolls his eyes and Quinn wonders if it's always like this when Logan is home. Before she has a chance to think about it any further, Dave claps her on the shoulder and gestures to the house. "Shall we?"
Okay, that's the end of chapter two. I hope you guys enjoyed it. I've got to be honest, I'm writing this fic half because I was inspired to and half because I recently broke up with my boyfriend of two years and I find writing about my emotions this way to be extremely therapeutic. I'm trying not too make anyone to OoC, but it may happen a little and for that I apologize.
Well let me know what you think. I really love reviews (although don't we all).
