Zoey quickly hurried down the rainy street, holding Jamie with one hand, and her purse with the other. Cars were whizzing down the street, and people were going every which direction. She finally made it to the hotel. What started as a gentle walk through the neighbor hood turned into a horrible, freezing, wet, slippery, bad day. She sighed a slight sigh of relief when she walked it. She sat Jamie down on the couch next to her. She sat down next to her, to rest for a moment. Just as she sat down, a slightly curly haired male walked in, But she couldn't really see his face. She turned her head downward towards Jamie, who was attempting to take of her shoes. Zoey quickly helped her with the pink and white sneakers she had been wearing. She watched as Jamie hopped of the couch and started messing with the brochures sitting on the coffee table. She smiled.

Zoey Looked around again. There were many people in the lobby, more than there were when her and Jamie left.

"Come on Jamie, let's go back to the room now," She grabbed Jamie hand and led her across the lobby.

"I'm not finished playing!!" Jamie screeched. .

"Come on, you have some of your toys up in the room!" Zoey replied, picking her up now.

"Okay!" Jamie smiled.

Zoey walked across the crowed lobby to the elevator. She pushed the up button. Just as the elevator opened she heard someone scream, "Quinn!!" She blinked and slightly turned her head, but thought nothing of it. She quickly entered the elevator and pushed the 3rd floor button.

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Michael stood in his newly assigned hotel room. His fancy white shirt was soaking wet and had brown splotches of mud all around it. At his feet, was an open suitcase, with many articles of clothing also wet and muddy. Michael had dropped his suit case out side after a car sped by, and splashed him. The suitcase had magically opened, messing up all his clothes. He sighed and decided to go ahead and wash them right away.

He stumbled out of the doorway, with the pile of clothes. As he walked down the hall, he noticed a youngling, probably around the age of 2 or 3 , Scurry down the hall. He simply smiled, letting the youth and excitement of the little girl cheer him up. Just as he turned the corner, into the laundry room, he heard a woman say,

"Jamie, don't run of like that!"

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Logan stood in front of room 118. He Stared hard at the numbers, A napkin clutched in his hand. He didn't know whether to knock, or walk away, acting as if he had never seen her. He, of course, knew the answer. He couldn't walk away form her. Every day for ten years, he's thought about her; and he's never stopped loving her. And when he heard her voice, when he saw her, when he felt the word Quinn roll of his tongue, It made his heart ache. He still remembered the last thing she said to him. It broke his heart, and it all was a misunderstanding. He reached his hand up, hesitating to knock on the door. He saw his fist shaking, and his knuckles turning pink . He slightly tapped on the door, he almost couldn't hear it. He took in a deep breath.

He was about to knock again when the door swung open, which startled him, and there stood Quinn. She was wearing the same clothes as earlier, but something was different about them. Her hair was know up in a lose bun, and She wasn't wearing glasses. But, she wasn't wearing glasses early either. Her eyes were slightly red, from crying, Logan assumed. She looked angry, no, furious. She would of slammed the door right in Logan's face if he hadn't stuck his foot it the way.

"Quinn, Wait," He said stepping slightly in the room.

"You listen, and you listen good. You are a dirty, lying, jerk. And you always have been. I don't know what I ever saw in you! You were always such a self-centered, egotistical, Loser! And you always just thought I was a…" Quinn paused. She was shaking. Logan just stood there, listening. Not even trying to say anything. She looked into his deep, brown eyes. "A spaz, a loser, a geek, a weirdo. You were always trying to make out with…" She paused again, afraid of what she was about to say. "Z-Zoey…or Lola, and you sure did that. So just leave me alone, act like this never happened." Buy know Quinn was holding back tears. " I hate you, you, you, Jerk!" She ran up to him and Started hitting his chest. She finally stopped after a few minutes.

She dropped to the floor, and started crying. A tear rolled down Logan's cheek, no matter how hard he was trying to be strong. He bent down and lifted her chin with his fingers, and there eyes met. He gently helped her up.

"Quinn, I.." he began still holding onto her. She looked down at his shoes. He loved holding onto her. It just felt so, right. She looked up at him, who was fully crying now, like her. There faces came closer together, Barely and inch away from each others. She closed her eyes, still crying,

And they kissed.

Quinn immediately opened her eyes and pushed away from Logan, tipping and falling to the floor. Before he could help her, She said, "Just…get out." She mumbled through her tear. Logan slowly backed away, eventually exiting the room.

When Logan stepped out into the hall, wiping the tears from his face, and shutting the door, he noticed someone running down the hall.

"Guess what!! A celebrity is staying at the hotel!"

Logan could care less, still trying to regroup himself after that last moment. He felt his lips and smiled. He looked down at his hand noticing he didn't have the napkin with his thought's written on it. He must of dropped it in Quinn's room.

A/N: Okay! I hope you enjoyed! I am completly in love with this chapter, Mainly the quogan moments. Can you not tell i'm a big Quinn/Logan fan?? But I promise some other characters will get big moments! So yea! Enjoy!