Hey guys, I know this chapter is pretty short, but it's meant to only show what was going on during the weeks of separation between Logan and Quinn. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'll post the next one in about a week. Thanks for reading!


Chapter 3

Quinn's Point of View

I was surprised when the last couple weeks of June flew by faster then I expected. There was actually no reason for me to worry about the days of separation from my boyfriend dragging on. I mean . . . of course I missed Logan immensely, but my friends were a big help in getting me through the days apart.

To pass the time we went to the movies, shopping, they helped me with my experiments, and we continued to catch each other up on things that happened during the school year. Over those weeks, I was able to catch Emma and Madi up with most of the things that Logan and I had done since becoming a couple.

Even though they knew how much of a pain Logan was for me for my first couple years at PCA, they were surprisingly okay with my relationship with the guy. I figured that this was because over those years they had never met Logan in person. They never had to put up with his attitude and torment before. Not having to deal with this first hand made it easier for them to change their thinking of him.

But, the biggest thing that helped me to get through the weeks away from my boyfriend were the vigorous lengths that he went through in order to keep in touch with me. Phone calls, text messages, video chat, etc . . . For almost three weeks, even though we were miles apart, we were rarely out of contact with each other.

The day before I was scheduled to leave to California, I packed up two suitcases, one for my clothes and other with some of my science equipment that I couldn't live without, and set them aside.

Tomorrow afternoon, July 2nd, I would be back in Logan's arms.

Logan's Point of View

The weeks leading up to Quinn's arrival were a struggle to get through. Each passing day was pretty much the same.

When I got the opportunity to show my friend, Daniel, the images of Quinn and I together, his reaction was basically the same as the others'. He didn't really have a lot to say initially, but as he scanned through the photos I did notice a strange look in his eyes. He studied the photos of my girlfriend with an intense examination, which the others hadn't showed.

I wasn't really sure what to make of it and at the time, I was too focused on what they were all saying about Quinn to really worry about it.

Whenever my friends and I would get together to hang out, the conversations seemed to always find there way to debating about my girlfriend.

Now, usually talking about my girlfriend wouldn't have been a problem for me. The trouble was that they didn't seem to want to even get to know her . . . Okay, well that wasn't entirely true. They did ask me questions about her. What was she like? Interests? Hobbies? But, every piece of information I gave them seemed to just give them one more thing to laugh and make jokes at.

On some level, I didn't blame them for this. I was the same way with her once. The more I got to know Quinn those first couple of years, the more I ended up teasing her. I just wished that my friends would be more willing to give the girl I love a chance when she finally got here.

Many times I tried to stand up for Quinn. I told them that it wasn't like how they thought. Quinn was special. All of Quinn's little quirks were what made her her, and she meant a lot to me.

As it got closer and closer to time for my girlfriend to come and visit, it grew clearer to me that yelling at them to leave her alone wasn't going to work. Eventually, I pretty much resorted to begging them to at least give her a chance when she got her.

The only thing that was able to keep me sane during this time was whenever I would talk and text with Quinn. She had this way of keeping me calm in stressful situations, so obviously I kept almost in constant contact with her over these weeks. I was very careful to avoid bringing up the conversations I was having with my friends to my girlfriend. I was still hoping my friends would come around to the idea of Quinn and I dating, and I didn't want to worry her for nothing.

As the day of her arrival grew closer, both my excitement, and dread steadily increased.