A/N: New chapter. I'm here to corrupt another colour. Enjoy. Lots of you voted yellow so here you are.

Like A Chameleon

Tickled Yellow

Yellow

She knew it was a cheerful colour.

She felt unstoppable, like she could invent the next atomic bomb if she wanted to, and no one would stop her. Not that she ever contemplated that, because in reality it was actually twisted and inhumane. Contrary to being depressed last night, she was actually cheerful even though four hours of sleep didn't do much, but it was better than nothing.

"Quinn, seriously, you have to end it with Mark…"

"I have ended it… all three years of it. I think slapping him made that perfectly clear," Quinn said, sadly, and Lola gave her hand a sympathetic squeeze. "It's okay though because I know he's a jerk. All the things he said…"

"Just like a certain jerk, you've been hanging out with?"

"Lola, stop it," she warned, although a blush came to her cheeks. "I don't think I'll ever find anyone though."

Lola scoffed. How could Quinn even think that? Sure, she was quirky in a sense, and she could make you break out in itchy hives for a week, but the actress thought her friend was pretty. Quinn didn't know what was going on with her head these days. She wasn't upset or even the least bit depressed, but now she was just confused.

"Why do you think that?"

"Think about it, everyone's pairing up. You're with Michael, and we all know Chase and Zoey are bound to get together sometime," she explained with a sigh. The two girls got up from their table. For once, they were alone. The bell rang. "See you later. I have photography. The one class that doesn't require a lot of brainpower."

Lola laughed, "Right. Well, I have drama class so we'll talk, okay?"

The two girls hugged, and God, did Quinn ever feel on top of the world. She pulled apart, and almost instantaneously, her mood soured when she bumped into him…

x x x x x x x x

"Chase, stop moving!" Zoey instructed, with a laugh. They were getting their last-minute art project done. There was only fifteen minutes until Chase had photography with Logan and Quinn. Michael and Zoey would be in psychology class. Lola had drama class.

"Maybe if you scratch my nose, I'll stop…"

"I'm not scratching anything, Mister," she said, with a playful glare and she placed her hands on her hips.

"Fine, I guess we're not getting this painting done…and I know you care about grades. So, the model says: please scratch his nose because it's itchy."

Zoey rolled her eyes, gently scratching his nose, and their proximity was so close. He gently took her hand in his as they moved closer.

"You know, there's something I've waiting to do to you ever since you came to PCA," Chase confessed with a whisper. Zoey felt her heart quicken, and her face get hot.

"What about Rebecca?"

"She means nothing. She's my ex, remember?"

Zoey laughed quietly as he stood placing his hands on her hips. It was as if a magnetic force were pushing the two together. Zoey had quickly done the math this morning as she flashed back to all Chase's past relationships (Lola and then Rebecca), and how she was quick to tell Trisha that she was his girlfriend.

Surely, there had to be a reason, and now she knew…

She felt her arms snake around his neck, and they fit perfectly.

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, and he leaned in. She felt the reality of the situation and soon Zoey leaned in just wondering what it would feel like to have her best friend's lips on hers.

The feeling as their lips mixed together was…indescribable.

It made every hair on their bodies stand up on end, as an adrenaline rush was sent coursing through their bodies. The kiss deepened as Chase's tongue caressed hers, and she was crazy not to give in. Zoey couldn't resist, as her hands combed through his hair. Chase's hands traced all-too familiar figure. When they couldn't breathe anymore, they pulled apart.

"Wow…"

Zoey nodded, and she smiled, intertwining their fingers. Chase's shock wore off, and he matched her smile by smiling too.

"Yeah… that pretty much sums it up," she smiled, and kissed him again…

x x x x x x x x x

She felt confident.

She was the kind of person that wouldn't let things faze her, because she had built immunity. Seeing him was no different. She would let it roll.

"I told you there was nothing to say," she replied, with a slight glare. "Or would you like a replay of this morning."

"Quinn, please. Maria broke up with me last night. Please, can't we talk about this?"

"It's a pity how you've had a run-in with karma," she replied, with a smile. "Get away from me, Mark."

"Not until we've actually talked about it," he said, adamantly. Quinn was about to make a comeback she felt a pair of arms slide around her waist, and his lips kiss her cheek for the second time that week. She looked up, and was secretly grateful. The fact that he smelled really good didn't hurt either.

She had seen him, but today hadn't paid a lot of attention.

With a white muscle shirt, beige parachute pants, and a canary yellow button-up shirt, it made him look almost soft, and natural. He gave Quinn a subtle wink.

"Hey babe, I've been looking all over you," he said, and nodded towards Mark. "This guy bothering you?"

Quinn felt strangely relaxed in Logan's arms, playing the part of the girlfriend.

"Not anymore," she replied, interlocking their hands.

"Good, because nothin's too good for my girl," he replied, kissing her hair. Logan directed his gaze towards Mark. "How about I walk my girl to class, or your ass can be acquainted with my foot… It's your choice, Mark."

Mark raised an eyebrow and then turned, walking away until he was no longer out of sight. Logan let go of her, and she turned to him, with a grateful smile.

"What did you choose to rescue me?"

Logan shrugged with a smirk and they walked to photography class. The one class they had together besides English, and Chemistry.

"It's simple, Pensky," he smirked at her, brushing a strand of hair from her black thinned-glasses. He actually preferred the glasses on her, because to him, they only made her essence brighten. He'd never tell anyone though. "I felt like it."

"Oh," she said, with a smile. She grabbed his arm to stop him. Logan turned to her, and his brown eyes widened with shock as a pair of lips were pressed on his. It awakened a new lit fire in him, and for once Logan Reese didn't know how to react to the shock.

She pulled away with a grin.

"W-What was that for?" he forced himself to ask. Quinn laughed.

"The logic is pretty simple, and I almost didn't need to think," she answered, with a chuckle. "I felt like it, Logan."

He could only stand rooted to his spot, and his face would redden to a shade of red he never knew he had…

She turned on her heel, flouncing into photography class with every bounce in her step. This was better than actually concocting a successful Quinnvention.

Yes, Quinn Pensky was sure yellow was a bright and cheerful colour. 100 percent sure.

As she walked into the photography room, she couldn't help but be tickled yellow.

A/N: Yeah, I'm done now. Even through a bit of CZ in there. Nothing to say but thanks for the reviews I've received.

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-Erika