It just occurred to me that I have put a disclaimer in a story in, um, a really, really long time. Obviously I don't own anything I write about. Not Zoey 101, not One Direction. Not any of it.

Here's chapter three. Enjoy!


Quinn gazes into the mirror as Dave combs through her now wet and washed hair. He meets her gaze and smiles encouragingly at her.

"Nervous?" He asks.

Quinn nods, unable to stop herself. Logan is right though, it's best that she does this right away, like ripping a band-aid off quickly. "A little."

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Quinn nods quickly. "Absolutely. I-It's time for a change."

Dave smiles sympathetically. "Boy troubles?"

"Wha?" Her eyes narrow as she tries to figure out just how much Logan has been telling people about what happened between her and Mark.

Her death wish for Logan must be evident on her face because Dave squeezes her shoulder. "No one told me anything. But I am a hairdresser and a gay guy. It's my job to know woman." He winks at her and she can feel her anger evaporating.

"Dave, are you done yet?"

The stylist almost literally leaps in between the chair and the door as Logan walks in. "Get out of here Logan! You can't see her 'til I'm done."

"What? Why not?"

"That's just how it works. You go downstairs and Quinn can make her grand entrance just like in a proper make-over movie."

"What? That's stupid." Quinn can hear the annoyance in Logan's voice and she has to bite back a laugh. "It's just a hair cut."

Dave doesn't even bother holding back his laugh. "Humor me Logan. It's not everyday I get to do this."

"Cut someone's hair?"

"No. Transform a girl and then surprise someone she knows with the finished product!" There is what sounds like a small tussle and Logan being shoved out of the room. "Now get out!"

He is smiling when he returns to Quinn and resumes brushing the tangles from her hair. "Honestly, that boy."

Quinn rolls her eyes. "I know exactly what you mean."

But Dave notices that she doesn't sound nearly as depressed as she did a moment ago, which makes him grin even more. "Now," he takes out his scissors and cuts some of her hair, "is that a good length?"

Quinn leans closer to the mirror so can see her reflection clearly. She is shocked by how much of her hair is missing, but not in a bad way. "Yeah." She tells him finally. "I think that's perfect."

Dave resumes cutting her hair as soon as she has leaned back in the chair. "Oh, and Quinn?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't worry too much about your boy troubles. I think a week here will do you some good."

"I hope so." Quinn confides in him, wondering why it's so easy to talk to a hairdresser that she barely knows. She thinks it's just something about his personality that puts her at ease. She can talk to Dave and it's almost easier than talking to her friends. "I'm really tired of being sad."

Dave smiles encouragingly at her. "You'll see. I bet by the time you leave here you'll be nice and ready to turn on your single girl swagger."

Quinn does laugh at that. And as she watches the pile of hair, her hair, on the floor get larger, she can't help but hope that he's right.

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"Jeez, what is taking so long? It's just a hair cut." Logan grumbles, his arms crossed as he sits on the couch. He's not sure why, but he feels obligated to sit and wait until Quinn is done with her "make-over."

"Sir?"

Logan looks up to find Chauncey standing at the top of the stairs. He gets up and walks over to the bottom step, his arms still crossed. "What?"

"The young lady is ready."

"What? Does she have a ball gown on too?" He rolls his eyes.

"Don't be ridiculous sir. You know that we do not have any ball gowns in the house. At least, none in the young lady's size."

"Seriously?" Sometimes Logan can't even believe the things that happen in his own house. "Can I just go up and see her already?"

"I'm afraid you must remain downstairs at the request of Dave." He swears Chauncey is smirking at him and he resists the urge to groan. The sound of a door opening brings his eyes back up to Chauncey.

"It that-"

"Turn around sir."

"What?"

"Dave requests that you turn around until I announce the young ladies presence. He wants to do this in proper make-over movie fashion." Chauncey uses air quotes, obviously repeating Dave's instructions verbatim.

"Ugh. It's just a hair cut!" Logan sounds exasperated, but does as he is told anyways. "There! I'm turned around!"

"Very good sir." Chauncey clears his throat and Logan rolls his eyes once more. "Now presenting the newly styled Miss Quinn Pensky."

Logan is half tempted not to turn around, just to ruin this ridiculous scheme that Dave, and Chauncey apparently, seem to have set up. But the temptation to see how Quinn's new hair style looks is greater (he wasn't kidding when he'd said he thought she'd look good with short hair) so he turns around, prepared to, at the very least, give the most exaggerated "oh my god! You've taken my breath away, she is the most gorgeous person on the planet, like ever!" reaction he possibly can.

Instead he finds Quinn smiling shyly at him from underneath side swoop bangs, her face framed nicely by the hair that now just barely reaches her collarbone. She doesn't exactly take his breath away, because it is just a hair cut after all, but he does kind of forget to speak because he's too busy fighting down the blush that is threatening to turn his face into a tomato.

He finds his voice right about the same time Quinn finds the bottom step. "See?" He tells her, backing up so she can follow him into the living room. "Dave does good stuff."

Dave joins Chauncey at the top of the stairs and they both watch as Logan flips on the TV and he and Quinn being arguing about what show to watch. "You know it's your job to monitor this." Dave tells him as Quinn smacks Logan with a couch pillow in an attempt to get the remote.

"My job is to make sure the house stays clean and to see to it that Logan does not sleep all day during his vacation."

"Aw, come on Chaunce!" He slaps Chauncey on the shoulder good-naturedly and chooses to ignore they way the butler rolls his eyes at the nickname. "You need to keep me updated."

"And why is that, sir?"

"Because," Dave grins as he watches the two teens finally settle on a movie, "I've been styling that boy's hair for nearly eleven years now. And I have never seen anything make him speechless."

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Quinn cannot stop gaping at the lavish display of food on the table before her. She doesn't think she's ever seen this much food for so few people before in her life. Logan catches this and grins. "You'd better get used to it, Quinn. For the next week, you are living the life of the rich and famous."

"Sorry I'm late." Malcolm rushes in, interrupting Quinn's response. Malcolm stops as he notices Quinn for the first time. "Quinn, you look lovely."

"Thanks." She smiles politely at Logan's father. This dinner is going to be very awkward for her, but she's hoping Logan and his father have a lot of catching up to do so she won't have to talk much.

"How'd you're meeting go?" Logan asks and Quinn has a sneaking suspicion that he knows how she's feeling, and she can't help but be grateful that he has already deflected the conversation away from her.

"It went great! Better than I'd expected. I'll by flying out first thing in the morning for L.A."

"You won't be around this week?" Quinn almost swears she sees Logan's face fall, but it's only for a moment and than his usual confident smirk is back in place. "Cool."

"Yeah, I need to get started on my newest TV show. Oh, that reminds me." He reaches into his messenger bag, Quinn finds it odd that he'd brought it to the dinner table, and pulls out a CD, handing it to Logan. "I was wondering if you'd listen to this band and tell me what you think. You too." He adds, looking over at Quinn.

Logan flips the CD case over in hands, trying to seem uninterested. "Who are they?"

"A relatively new group. They're called One Direction. They're from Europe and I'm thinking about using their music in my newest show, but I want to see what teenagers over here think of them before I do. Just listen to it throughout the week and let me know what you think when you get back to PCA."

"Yeah," Quinn thinks Logan's tone isn't nearly as enthusiastic as he wants it to be, "sure dad. No problem."

"Thanks son."

After that dinner falls into an uncomfortable silence, at least that's how Quinn sees it. She looks down at her lobster and hopes that every family meal Logan's had isn't like this.

The food looks like it's been cooked to perfection, but the awkward silence kind of kills the taste.


There's chapter three. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Let me know what you thought, reviews make my day!