Summary: Chase is a writer, right? So naturally he had to write about all the interesting happenings from over the summer and during the early days of sophomore year. But what would happen if these writings were to fall into the wrong hands? CZ. SET DURING SEASON THREE!

A/N: Hey people! Sorry 'bout the long wait! I tried really hard to use exact quotes and that took a while.

Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101. Or giraffes. :)

Written From The Heart:

Chapter 4

"Oh my gosh!" Rebecca cried the next day at PCA. Yes, I was finally here! I missed it. "I cannot believe this school! This place is sick!"

So, I was guessing she was excited?

"Did I tell ya?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.

"Yeah, but I mean, like, how do you get any work done here?" she laughs. "I feel like we're on vacation!" In a way, I kinda was. The summer seemed to drag on a little. This place really was my home.

"Well, you know, after a while you kinda get – " All of a sudden, I hear shouting voices in the distance. LOUD voices. This could only mean one, no, two things….

Michael Barrett and Logan Reese, my wonderful roommates.

"Hey!" I screamed at them. "Hey!" They didn't hear me, of course. Who would? They were so freakin' loud. "I, I, I gotta handle this! You just, I'll, I'll meet you back at your dorm!" I scream at Rebecca while I ran off to attempt to settle World War III.

By the way…about that whole "wonderful roommates" thing…I was kidding. Like really.

I ran between the two and temporarily shut them up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey! We're not even into two hours of the school year and you're already about to kill each other?"

"No, but I'm about to kill him, though!" Michael screamed.

"I'm standin' here!" Logan yelled back. God, help me. They got into a slap fight. Okay, really, what kind of guys still got into slap fights?

"Stop it!" I yelled angrily. Logan got all up in my face.

"Tell him that I get the single – " he started. Okay, that was it!

"Time out!" I interrupted.

"What?" Logan asked, confused.

"I'm giving you a time out!" I repeated. "Now, go sit on that rock!" I was dead serious.

"I am not gonna go sit on – "

"ROCK!" I commanded, pointing to the rock in anger. WHAT NOW? I watched as Logan went forth with his time out. Maybe if he was a good boy, I'd buy him a new mirror!

"Now, what up?" I asked, turning to Michael.

"I want the single bed this year!" he told me. He was joking, right? THAT was what this huge fight was about? A Stupid bed?

"I get the single bed!" Logan whined like a baby, rushing over from his time out.

"You're still in time out!" I reminded him.

"No!" Logan disobeyed. Naughty, naughty boy. "Now, tell him I get the single bed like I always do!"

"That's the point, man! It's my turn! IT'S MICHAEL'S TIME!" Michael argued, stomping his foot like a five year old. No offense to five year olds, though.

"Look, may I suggest something please?" I asked him, annoyed. Wouldn't you be?

"What?" they asked in unison.

"You guys both want the single bed, right?" I started. "So why don't we just say that whoever gets there first gets the bed? Fair enough?"

They agreed, and all of a sudden, an extremely genius idea popped into my head. "Now, the important thing to remember is – " I shoved them down, picked up my stuff, and ran for my life.

THE SINGLE BED SHALL BE MINE!

I could see Logan and Michael catching up. But there was no way they would now…right?

Wrong. Guess why?

"Zoey!" I screamed. I had just rounded a corner and saw Zoey Brooks standing right there.

"Chase!" she screamed happily.

"Hey, I can't talk now!" I told her in a scream, still running. "I gotta beat Michael and Logan to the – " Suddenly, I tripped over my stuff and fell down in front of Zoey for the third year in a row.

"Sup, Zoey!" Logan yelled running by.

"Hey Zoey!" Michael did the same.

"Hey Lo…Mich…ael…" She ran up to me as they knocked me over.

"What is going on?" she asked me, confused and with a slight laugh.

I mumbled a bunch of stuff, told her I would explain later, and ran off again. There was no way I would win now.

I kept running and I could barely see where I was going. Michael and Logan were nowhere in sight. I had bumped into a 6th grade girl before I entered the hall in which I thought was Maxwell Hall.

I ran around many, many halls until I finally reached the dorm room. I ran in and saw that the single bed was still empty.

"Yes!" I celebrated. "Yes!" I scrambled around and fell on top of the bed. I jumped up and stood on it. "HA! THE SINGLE BED IS MINE!" I was sweaty everywhere, but at least I had made it…

or not.

I looked down and saw those robot nerds playing chess. One of them spoke up. "What are you doing in our room?" I stood there, confused and exausted.

"What do you mean?" I inquired. "I'm in 140 Maxwell Hall!"

"This is Dillard Hall." 'Firewire' corrected me. Okay, I seriously needed to kick somthing. Okay, wrong move. I kicked the edge of the bed and now I may have fractured my pinky toe.

I stumbled off the bed, filled with anger, and headed out the door panting.

Curse this school and their millions of identical-looking halls!

I made it to the front of Maxwell Hall after dropping my boogie board, having to go back for it.

Why did I even bring a stupid boogie board? I could've just stolen Logan's or something more practical.

I headed down the halls, almost ramming into some dude wearing a pink shirt, and I heard screaming in a distance. No. They had better not be fighting still or I would have a SPAZ ATTACK! Okay, too late, but still.

I walked into the room panting for my life. Logan and Michael my "wonderful roommates" are both on the single bed screaming their heads off. If the screaming didn't work, I'd be happy to finish the job.

"HEY!" I screamed, shutting them up. "I have run all over this freakish campus with 90 pounds of stuff, and I'm about to start coughing up blood! So if you guys could be quiet for 10 seconds, I'd appreciate it!" Yeah, right.

1…2…

"You said whoever gets here first gets the single bed!" Logan argued. So much for being quiet for 10 seconds…

"Yeah, so I get it!" Michael yelled angrily.

"I beat you by a tenth of a second!" Logan screeched back.

"I'm about to beat you into a tenth of a second!" Michael threatened.

"If you guys got here within the same second, you're going to have to find some other way to decide who gets the single bed!" I tell them, still exhausted. Ugh!

They stare at each other for a minute before agreeing.

"Fine,"

"Okay,"

"Let's go,"

They continue arguing as they head out the door. But then, Michael runs back and leans onto the door. "Didja tell Zoey yet?" I looked at him, annoyed. Must he keep asking me about if I had told Zoey about Rebecca yet? It's SO annoying.

"Not yet," I explained.

"When are you gonna tell her?" he asked impatiently.

"Soon," I assured him.

"You'd better!" he said.

"I'm gonna tell her!" I promised. Michael shrugged and then Logan came back and they started arguing again. Something about 'your mom' and 'annoying.' Ah, roomies.

"Chase?" Lola called, waking me from my writing trance.

"Uh, yeah?" I asked.

"Study hall's over!" she reminded me. I watched as Lola and Zoey head to their dorms. Michael stood up.

"Uh, you coming?" he inquired. I sighed.

"I guess," I told him, and I followed him out the door.

What should I write for Our Talented Stingrays? I thought to myself. I had to be something good if I wanted to up my grade by a lot.

"Hey, you have any writing ideas?" I asked Michael, who was now attempting to balance an eraser on his nose. My words startled him and it fell.

"Great, thanks for wrecking my dreams!" he joked angrily. Wait…was it possible to joke angrily?

"Your welcome," I told him, ignoring his anger. "Now, ideas? Today?"

"Uh…" Michael thought a moment. "You could write about…giraffes!"

Wow, Michael. He had really opened by eyes. A giraffe. That was exactly what I wanted to write about.

Yes, because people just love to read about animals that drink their own pee.

I hope my sarcasm was noted.

"Um, what?" I asked in disbelief of his stupidity.

"Oh, come on, Giraffes are crazy!" Michael tried to convince me. "Just look at those long necks! Compares to the head it's MASSIVE!"

"Hey Michael?" I questioned.

"What?" he asked.

"Do the world a favor," I said. "Shut up."

A/N: Yeah, this is kinda a filler chapter. It gets MUCH better in the next few. I hope like liked this one anyways! By the way, in case anyone really cares, I feel a lot better now. I spent the whole day with my friends yesterday:) Oh, and does anyone care if I start replying to reviews by email? Now…review! PUH-WEEZE?

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