A/N: I am so so so so sorry. I know I kind of said I'd update quicker but, woah, the schedule's been hectic. I only managed to write half of one chapter while on the break. Exams start next week though, so I'll have two more weeks to write if I get some encouraging reviews, otherwise this may have to be put on Hiatus. I've also been thinking up ideas for another story for another fandom, and it's getting a bit hard to keep my interests solely focused on I wish. Anyways, read away, and we finally get somewhat of a glimpse into Dana's European life. Yay.

Disclaimer: I had put it on my Christmas list, but Santa said I'd been too naughty.

I wish

Chapter Nine: The Truth III

It was later in the day when both Chase and Logan woke up. Chase had slept in because of his late night out with Zoey, and Logan usually slept in if neither Chase nor Michael bugged him to get up. It was around twelve, and Chase was the first one up out of the two. He noticed that Michael wasn't in his bed, and figured he was getting breakfast because of the clattering in their kitchen.

"Logan," Chase said, hauling his covers off him and rubbing one of his eyes with his right hand. "Get up" he added, yawning and looking around for something to throw at his room mate. Not finding anything that was particularly good 'throwing-material' he decided he'd just chuck his pillow at Logan.

The pillow hit Logan on the back of his head, and he groaned, mumbling something inaudible. He moved to get out of his bed, but got tied up in his blankets in the process, causing him to fall out of bed with a loud 'thump.' The noise earned a look from Chase as he stifled a laugh, and Michael opened the bedroom door to see what had happened.

Rubbing his head, Logan stood up and managed to untangle himself from the blue covers that were now lying on the floor. He yawned and stretched his arms, lazily walking out of the bedroom. Making his way over to the kitchen he could see Michael had already gotten himself some cereal, which Michael wandered over to and continued eating at the island. After looking through his choices of cereal, Logan decided he'd find something else to eat. He walked over to the mini fridge and opened it to see a couple bottles of water, a carton of milk, some coke and four apples for snacks. Damn, they needed some food.

"Ugh, I hate that the cafeteria isn't open for breakfast on weekends," Logan complained, "We have nothing to eat."

Chase walked out of the washroom and into the main room, soaked. Apparently he'd taken a shower while Logan and Michael were busy— or not paying attention. He walked over to the island and pulled open the fridge that Logan had just a few seconds prior. He too eyed the contents before closing it and answered with, "Your right." Then a light bulb seemed to go off in his head and he turned to Logan with a devious smile. "Maybe you could get us some smoothies?" He said, eyebrows raised.

"Man, I really don't want to walk all the way down to the smoothie stand an-" Logan started, but Chase cut him off.

"Logan," he sighed, "What's paper and is magic."

"Ohhhh," Logan said, a smile forming on his lips, "My wish book." Chase nodded, and Michael burst out laughing upon hearing the words 'wish book.' Logan went to pull out the drawer in which he hid the book, and then he placed the notebook onto the kitchen island. He flipped a few pages until he found one with some extra space on the bottom. "What do we want?" He asked, looking up to Chase and grabbing a pen.

"Nothing," Michael cut in, grabbing his bowl and placing it into the sink. Both Chase and Logan gave him a strange look, wondering why they couldn't wish themselves some breakfast. "Its lunch," Michael answered, and this didn't seem to satisfy either Logan or Chase, "And Zoey and Lola want to meet us at the pizza place soon." Hearing this, Logan leaned down and let his head fall onto the counter. Just as fast as he'd put it down though, he'd lifted it up to cast a look at Michael.

"Then why did you get to eat something?" He asked, looking frustrated. Michael furrowed his eyebrows, pondering the question before giving a simple response.

"I started eating before they called," He said, and Logan assumed he was lying but hardly cared.

"Right," he answered, placing his head down on the counter again. He cross his arms and rested his head on them, closing his eyes and resting a bit. He hadn't exactly slept well. Most of the night he'd been staying up in the living room waiting for Chase to get in, wondering how his night with Zoey had gone. Then, after he'd heard from Chase that the two of them worked everything out, he had been thinking about the news from earlier that day. Dana was coming back to PCA in a week. At first he'd been worried about what he'd say and do when she got back, but then he remembered something she'd said. She'd told him that she loved Bordeaux International and that if she came back it would have to be her choice. He couldn't imagine a reason she'd want to come back, and it had kept him up for a couple hours, obsessing over it.

"What's with you?" Chase voiced the question both he and Michael had been wondering. Logan lightly lifted his head off the table to look at Chase, making sure the question was actually directed at him.

"Nothing," He yawned, covering up a sigh. "I'm going to have a shower." He said, feeling the need to inform them of where he was going. Pulling his head off of the island top, he slipped out of his chair and walked towards the washroom, almost stumbling. He closed the door, and then began looking for a towel in the cupboard underneath the sink. Finding one, he pulled himself up and looked in the mirror as his reflection looked back at him with a mixed look of anxiety; anxiety and fright.

After his shower, he strolled out of the washroom, much more alert then he had been earlier that day. He found Chase and Michael on the sofa, watching some sort of stand up comedy show, laughing every once in a while. Glancing at the clock, it was now twelve forty five. Logan dressed quickly, opting for a pair of tan khaki shorts and a loose green t-shirt. Green had always looked good on him.

"When are we meeting Zoe, Nicole, and Lola?" Logan asked, opening he bedroom door and walking out to the main room. He took a seat on one of the chairs in front of the television, glancing lazily at it before turning to look at Michael.

"Nicole's not coming," Michael said, forgetting to answer the question.

"Should have known that," Logan said, rolling his eyes. The group hadn't seen Nicole in what seemed like forever. Zoey and Lola had told them that she'd been coming back to the dorm pretty late each night with a few different excuses each time. However, it was quite clear that she'd been spending all her extra time lately with her latest boy toy, Jeff.

"Let me guess," Logan started, kind of annoyed at her new 'make and then cancel plans at the last minute for Jeff' attitude. It wasn't like it was any of his concern really, and he really didn't care that much, but she was still his friend and he had hardly seen her at all since the year started.

"Jeff," All three boys complained with an eye roll.

"And, we have to go." Michael added, looking at his watch, "Its five to one, we're going to be late." He stood, reaching for the remote and turning the tv off and walking towards the door. Logan and Chase stood up as well, walking over and heading out into the hallway.

The three of them made their way through campus, past the basketball courts, and finally stepped in front of the Pizza place. Michael, getting their first, opened the door and held it open for the other two boys directly behind him. The hostess went to seat them, but Michael told her that they were meeting people here. It was then that Zoey called the two of them over to their table, and the boys made their way there.

"Hey Lola; Zoey," Chase started, nodding at each as he took an empty seat next to Zoey. He smiled at her and placed his hand into hers from underneath the table. She returned his smile, intertwining their fingers as Logan and Michael took a seat.

"Hey guys," Zoey started, the smile never leaving her lips, "Nicole's out with Jeff again."

"We know," Michael answered, "When is she not?" Lola laughed at that, leaning forward more on the table, knowing the indication behind the question was true.

"Never," She said, "At least as far as I know of." Zoey nodded, still smiling, and looked around the table as it quieted a bit.

"So what did you guys order?" Logan asked, slouching down in his chair a bit, hoping it was something good.

"Oh!" Zoey answered, looking around the room a bit, "We haven't yet. Our waiter hasn't even come; they must be short on staff tonight." As if right on cue, a waiter walked up to their table, head down, scribbling away on his notebook for a second.

"Hey, sorry for the wait," He answered, looking up and shooting everyone at the table a smile, and everyone recognized him as the same waiter they'd had several times.

"We're a bit short staffed tonight, a few people decided not to show," He explained, "Anyways, I'll be your waiter today, can I get you some drinks?"

"Uh, just water please," Zoey answered, smiling politely as he wrote it down.

"Coke," Chase said, and both Logan and Michael ordered the same.

"I'll have water too," Lola answered after thinking for a moment.

"Great, I'll be right back with that," Their waiter answered, walking away, head down, towards the kitchen.

In a matter of minutes, he was back with their drinks, placing them all down on the table.

"So, are we ready to order?" He asked, watching them flip through their menus one last time. Each of them looked up, nodding at each other to make sure everyone had picked.

"Just a pepperoni pizza," Chase said, and everyone agreed. The waiter scribbled it down, about to head off before he remembering something.

"Alright, and by the way, I'm Jeff."

Zoey nearly spit out her water as he told them his name. She shook her head and looked at him with wide eyes, just like everyone else in the group. He was confused at how everyone was looking at him and furrowed his eyebrows. "Is something, uh, wrong?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"You're Jeff?!" Lola asked, her eyes wide as saucers and her mouth open a tad. She closed her mouth and leaned back, looking the guy up and down. He did seem like someone Nicole would go for; Hot.

"Well, I can see why Nicole's out with you all the time," She finally said, raising her eyebrows, a smirk on her lips (which Logan noticed and didn't think suited her at all. In his opinion, Dana was the only one in their group, besides him, that could actually pull it off.)

"Uh, What?" Jeff asked, his face even more confused now. He looked at everyone at the table, unsure. Who was Nicole, and when had he gone out with her?

"You know, Nicole?" Zoey started, the boys were either speechless or didn't care enough to interrogate him. When Jeff didn't respond, Zoey continued, confused as well. "Nicole Bristow? She's out with you right n-" Zoey cut herself off, glancing around the table. Everyone else seemed to catch on as well, shooting strange looks at each other before turning to look back at Jeff.

"Uh.." He stammered, completely lost as to what was going on, "Well… I'm not going out with anybody named Nicole, as far as I know." He answered, still unsure. He did recognize the name however, and tried to think back to where he'd heard it from.

"But uh, Nicole Bristow," he paused, thinking, "I think I know her from somewhere. Maybe she's in one of my classes; she's a senior?" He asked and the group shook their heads.

"No, She's a Junior," Chase answered as confused as everyone else at the table.

"Hey April," Jeff shouted, motioning for another waitress to come over to the table. She finished taking her order and walked over to the group; it was the same waitress they'd had before. She rubbed her neck nervously, seeing Chase at the table and remembering the events that had taken place before.

"What'd you want Jeff?" April asked casually, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Uh, do you know a Nicole Bristow?" he asked, wondering if he knew her through April.

April just rolled her eyes, and sighed, "You never were good with names, were you?" She smiled, "She works here, idiot, you even trained her." She hit him over the head with her notepad, laughing lightly as she walked away from the group towards the kitchen to deliver her previous table's orders.

"Oh yeah," Jeff answered, realizing his mistake. He turned to look back at the group, about to say something when he saw their faces. Their mouths were still slightly ajar, and their eyes as wide as before. "I'm guessing that wasn't the answer you wanted?" They all slowly shook their heads, confused more then shocked. Why would Nicole, of all people, be working here?

"I'll get her to come over, she should be on break soon," Jeff nodded, heading off towards the kitchen to get their pizza.

The group of five glanced at each other from their spots at the table, the same question running through each of their minds; 'what the hell?!' None of them dared to speak, silently agreeing that they'd all wait for Nicole to come tell them what was going on. In a matter of minutes, a weary Nicole made her way over to their table. They hadn't even realized she'd slipped into a chair until she spoke up.

"So uh," She began, "Jeff said you guys wanted to see me?" She smiled an innocent smile, a million thoughts running through her head. She was worried about what they would think of both her constant working, and her lying to them.

"So, you want to explain Nicole?" Michael just asked. He didn't seem annoyed or angry, although he didn't really have a reason to be. If Nicole wanted to keep things from them, he figured that was her choice to make.

"I-uh, well… I'm broke?" She tried, plastering a 'oh, god I hope they believe this' smile on her face. The five of her friends situated around the table didn't seem to believe her excuse. Although Nicole was 'OMGD' free, she was still a terrible liar.

"Fine," She sighed, caving, "I'm not broke, but… I did need the extra money." Her friends all sported confused looks, motioning for her to continue.

"Look, I can't really explain why," She sighed. She couldn't exactly tell them why she needed to work 24/7 when her parents had plenty enough money to send her.

"Nicole," Zoey started, looking slightly sad, "You don't need to keep secrets from us; you can tell us." Nicole sighed, playing with her fingers for a moment, debating with herself whether or not to tell them the complete truth, or even a small portion of it. She had promised not to tell, and while she was a terrible liar, she always kept her promises.

"Zoe, I can't," She started. She saw the sad look in Zoey's eyes and continued to explain as best as she could. "I would if I could, but…" She trailed off. She sat for another moment, thinking of the perfect way to word it without giving anything away. She reluctantly looked up from her hands to her friends. "It's not my secret to tell though."

The five around the table gave small nods, telling her they understood her reasoning for not telling them. She smiled slightly; glad they had stopped questioning her. A few minutes later Jeff walked over to the table, carrying a pepperoni pizza. He placed it on the table and asked the group if there was anything else they needed. They all shook their heads 'No.'

"Oh, and Nicole," Jeff said, just before he turned to leave, "Your break ends… now." He walked away from the table and Nicole sighed and rolled her eyes.

"I gotta get back to work," She grumbled, "Jeff's got me working like a slave, but it's worth it." Slowly she removed herself from the table, offering a small wave to her friends before making her way back towards the kitchen. It was all worth it though, it was so worth it.

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Nicole rubbed her eyes as she stood in front of room 101. It was late at night when she'd finally got home from work and she couldn't wait to just get to bed. Pulling open the door, she walked inside and flopped into her bed, still in her work clothes. She closed her eyes, trying to relax until she was disturbed by the sound of her computer going off. Sighing, she reluctantly got up and walked over to her desk.

BISCruz312C: Nicole, message me when you get back from work.

It was Dana. Nicole moved the mouse around, out of habit, and then began to type a response back.

PCABristow101: I'm here.

BISCruz312C: Nicoleee! When'd you get off work?

PCABristow101: Just now actually.

BISCruz312C: Really? Working late again? Remind me to smash Jeff's face in 'cause he's working you way too hard. Anyways, how was work today?

PCABristow101: Suckish. You?

BISCruz312C: I have to be in by eight thirty. By the way, six is WAY too early to be up.

PCABristow101: six on a Sunday? Nice going danger. I start at eleven tomorrow.

BISCruz312C: You know, you really don't have to do this for me.

PCABristow101: Don't worry about it, you're one of my best friends. Besides, this last paycheck should pay for it. That's probably why Jeff's been slave driving me, I already put in my notice to quit, he probably wants all the work he can out of me.

BISCruz32C: another note to kick his face in. But, thank you so much Nicole. You have no idea how much this is killing me; I just don't want to disappoint my parents. They were so happy about this exchange program, then again, so was I, at the time.

PCABristow101: yeah but, didn't they tell you if you wanted to come back, you could?

BISCruz312C: Believe me, I asked a million times freshman year, but I apparently can't seeing that I would be "passing up a great opportunity" and that I'll "grow to love it."

PCABristow101: At least you'll be back soon.

BISCruz312C: Yeah, it's going to suck to have to leave behind the school and my friends and everything though. But, then again, I can't wait to be back at PCA.

PCABristow101: And we can't wait to have you back. Especially Logan, you should've seen his face when I broke the news to them all.

BISCruz312C: Really? That's odd. We've been talking a lot since school started but, I didn't think he would miss me that much.

PCABristow101: Oh yeah, he's missed you. No doubt he wished something would happen to bring you back to PCA.

BISCruz312C: What do you mean?

PCABristow101: Well, if I tell you, you can't tell anyone…

BISCruz312C: Should I be scared?

PCABristow101: Well, alright, this is going to sound so stupid but… Logan has this journal, and everything he writes in it comes true. Like a wish book, I guess.

BISCruz312C: …Alright, go on.

PCABristow101: Well, I'd be willing to bet he's been 'wishing' something would bring you back. He was head over heels in love with you when you left. Probably made the wish that summer.

BISCruz312C: He what?

PCABristow101: …and you probably think I'm crazy

BISCruz312C: No, I don't. It's just, thinking back, freshman year was when it all started and just

PCABristow101: just?

BISCruz312C: I CANNOT believe this is HIS entire fault. TYPICAL.

PCABristow101: Wait, waittt. What?

BISCruz312C: If he hadn't of wished that, this all wouldn't have happened. That JERK.

PCABristow101: Dana, calm down, jeeze. He couldn't have known.

BISCruz312C: I don't care if he knew. It's still his goddamn fault. Just like him to always ruin my life.

PCABristow101: Woah, Dana. Harsh much?

BISCruz312C: I don't care. I have to get to work. Bye Nicole.

PCABristow101: Wait, Dana, seriously.

BISCruz312C has exited the conversation.

Angrily, Dana laid her head onto her desk, trying to calm down. She couldn't believe it. That this was all his fault. Her hands tightened into fists, and she tried not to punch anything surrounding her.

Growling, she lifted her head off the desk and snatched up her bag. It was now seven, and she had been talking to Nicole for nearly forty five minutes. She made her way into her washroom, touching up her makeup and throwing on her uniform. In the year's she'd been gone, she'd changed. Her caramel curls were now a dark brown, and much longer then before. She pulled them into a ponytail quickly, checked her reflection again, and headed out into her living room.

The Bordeaux International's dorms were much different then PCA's. Since BIS was a very prestigious school, and only accepted the best of the best, the number of students attending wasn't very large. The dorms were condo-like. They had three floors each, a single stairwell connecting them all. Her dorm was 312C, 'C' meaning she had the top floor. BIS's residences were also divided into four sectors across campus; freshmen, sophomores, juniors and seniors. Each sector had 100 dorms, housing just 300 students each.

Racing down the stairs, Dana slung her bag over her shoulder. She made her way towards the student parking lot, and spotted her car. She walked towards the red corvette, looking through her bag for both her keys and her cell phone. The car was a gift for her sixteenth birthday, and she'd just recently got her license over the summer. Although her parents did have a lot of money, they didn't have that much, so her entire family, aunts and uncles included, had pitched in money for it.

She pulled the door open and climbed inside. Placing her hands on the steering wheel, she let her eyes close for a few seconds, again trying to calm herself down. She placed the keys into the ignition and started up the car, checking her rearview mirror before pulling out of the parking space and heading out towards the restaurant she worked in.

She was a waitress in this high-up, fancy restaurant in the center of the city. It was good pay, but she couldn't have hated it more. She had to dress up nicely in black dress pants, white blouses and vests. It was the kind of restaurant where the server had the towel draped over their arm. She would have much rather worked at a burger joint, but those didn't pay nearly enough, and she really needed the money. Luckily, however, today was her very last day, considering she would be flying out of this hell hole in less then two days. The plane to California left early Tuesday morning, and she was glad that she was going home. Then again, now, she wasn't so glad to see one Logan Reese.

She glanced down at her purse, and then began to dig around it, searching for her phone while still keeping her eyes on the road. Finally, she grabbed her black tek-mate and pulled it out. Glancing between her phone and the road every few seconds, she found his name in her phonebook and pressed the 'call button,' waiting for him to pick up. She didn't care if it would be early back in California, she needed to set things straight with him. And by set things straight, it meant 'yell at him.'

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Hello?" Logan answered his phone groggily. Who the hell called him at… one forty five in the morning?!

"It's me."

Okay, apparently Dana did. Then again, there was the time difference, so he couldn't really blame her.

"Why're you calling so goddamn early?" Logan yawned, stretching slightly and stumbling out of bed. He walked into the living room, flopping down onto the couch, so he could rest and talk at the same time without disturbing Michael or Chase.

"Oh, you know," She replied. Logan simply raised an eyebrow, "I'm calling because you are SUCH a JERK." She yelled.

He almost had to hold the phone away from his ear as she continued to rant on him. He was so sleepy he could hardly comprehend what she was even saying to him.

"Woah, woah, calm down. What are you talking about?" He asked, yawning again into the phone.

"Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about, wish boy."

His eyes widened at that and he sat up. How the hell did she know? Chase and Michael didn't really talk to her, and he hadn't told the girls about it.

"Uh, what?" Logan answered back, unsure.

"That's right, I know all about that little wish book of yours."

"Okay," Logan answered, "And why does it make me a jerk?"

"Because you ruined my life."

"Okay, slow down. No, I didn't"

"Yes, you did"

"Explain to me how."

"Your Stupid wish, fucked up my life,"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I hate you. I fucking hate you."

By now, Logan was at a loss for words. He didn't even know if she entirely meant it or not, but he could feel his heart breaking in his chest.

"Wh-What? No, you don't- you don't mean that." He forced the words out of his throat. He could hear her crying on the other line. What could he have done that was that bad? She never cried.

"I never want to see you again." He froze at that, "No wait, I do. So I can personally kill you myself. My life would have been so much better if I had never met you. Hey, when I get to PCA, let me borrow that wish book, so I can wish you were dead." And with that, she hung up on him. He had never felt so crushed in his life. For once, he kind of wished he had never started talking to her this year, because wondering 'what if' was a lot better than the feeling he currently had; and the feeling he currently has was killing him.

After sitting stunned for several minutes, he pulled himself off the couch, dropping the phone onto the table. He walked quietly over towards the bedroom and walked inside. He grabbed a jacket, and threw it over his t-shirt, not bothering to change the shorts he had fallen asleep in. He re-entered the living room and slipped on his shoes, silently leaving the dorm.

As he headed out to the basketball court, his sanctuary, at two in the morning, he let one small tear run from his eye. He made no motion to wipe it away; he just let it crawl down his cheek slowly. For the first time since she left, Logan Reese was crying.

A/N: Awh. And cue reviews.