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A/N: Thank you to all of you who reviewed last chapter, reviews make me happy. Well here is the next chapter.

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Chapter 10

"What are we going to do?" Michael asked Chase, he was still sitting on the chair, head in his hands.

"Well, first thing is we don't tell the girls," Chase stopped pacing, and stared at Michael. "Cause if they find out we lost the groom, we're dead."

"You lost Logan!?" a shrill voice screamed from the doorway.

Both guys turned, and saw Zoey and Lola in the doorway, shocked looks on their faces. Both guys gave each other scared looks and backed toward the windows, just in case they needed to make a quick escape.

"Now, I wouldn't say we "lost" him," Chase quoted.

"Yeah, we just misplaced him." Michael shrugged.

"How is that any different!?" Lola continued in her high shrike. "The ceremony starts in fifty minutes." She held up her watch to emphasize the point.

"We know, now quit screaming," Chase barked, walking to the door and shutting it. "We can't let Quinn hear you. It'll ruin everything."

"Yeah, cause everything will be just grand when she's up at that alter, alone!" Zoey snapped.



"She won't be." Michael said.

"What?" both girls screeched.

"Stop with the yelling, someone is going to hear you!" Chase yelled. "Here's what we're gonna do. You two help Quinn, keep her distracted, we're going to go find Logan and drag his pompous butt back here."

"But what if you can't find him? What if you're not back in time?" Zoey whined.

"We'll deal with that later, now we're going to go." Chase answered striding forward, he gave Zoey a peck on the cheek and headed for the door. Michael followed, kissing Lola and following Chase out.

"If you find him, smack him for us." Zoey called at their retreating backs.

"Will do!" their voices answered.

Once the guys were gone, both Zoey and Lola turned to each other and shared a scared look. "So… what are we going to do?" Lola asked.

"Keep Quinn from finding out." Zoey answered, heading out of the room.

They walked back into the bride room, smiles plastered on their faces. They quickly shut the door and walked over to Quinn.

"Everything okay?" Quinn asked, turning to face them.

"Yep, everything's grand," Lola said, her voice falling and a scared look coming over her face. Zoey noticed the shift instantly, and followed Lola's line of site. Chase and Michael were right outside 

the window, arguing over something. They were gesturing widely, the keys in Chase's hands glistening in the sunlight. Zoey raised her eyebrows at Lola asking, the silent question. What are the hell are they doing?

Quinn of course noticed the sudden difference in their faces and voices. She wasn't blessed with a 177 IQ (A/N: I think that is right, if not bare with me) for nothing. They looked scared and confused, she didn't like that. "Is something wrong?" She asked, turning to see what they were looking at.

But Zoey saw her movement and quickly, stood blocking the window. "Nothing, everything is great!" she squeaked.

"I'm not stupid, now move!" Quinn went to push Zoey out of the way, but Lola took Zoey's place.

"Will you two stop it!?" Quinn laughed. "I know something is going on outside that window. Now move!" She shoved both of them aside, just in time to see Chase and Michael drive off. "Where are they going?"

"Ice!" Lola shrieked. Zoey gave her a confused, disbelieving look. Ice? That was the best she could do, ice?

"Ice?" Quinn asked. "What about ice?"

"The reception hall called, they're running low on ice, so the guys are going to grab more." Lola finished lamely. She mentally slapped herself. That was the best her acting skills could do? Ice?

Quinn laughed, "We aren't at the reception how could they be low on ice?" she knew they were covering something up. She just needed to figure out what.



"Well…." Lola stared but she was cut off by Zoey. "They called because they didn't order enough, so Chase and Michael volunteered to get it. Just don't worry about it." She sighed; she had no idea how to work with Lola's crazy story. "Come on, let's do your make up." She went to Quinn and started the rummage through her makeup pouch.

Quinn swatted her hands away from her attempts to get at her face. She laughed; she knew what was going on. She was the genius here. "So where did he go?" Quinn asked, smiling at the fake looks of confusion on both Zoey and Lola's faces.

"Where did who go?" Lola asked she wanted to get away from this conversation.

"Logan," Quinn said simply. She knew he left, Chase and Michael leaving, Zoey and Lola's pathetic attempt at a cover story, it all fit. How could she not know? It didn't take a genius to see through it all.

"Logan didn't go anywhere. He's meeting and greeting and all that." Lola laughed nervously.

"Stop with the games, I know he's gone. You guys are terrible at the cover story game and excuses. Now where did he go?" she asked impatiently tapping her foot.

Both Zoey and Lola exchange nervous glances. They didn't want to be the ones to tell her that they had no clue where he was. That he could be in a taxi bound for Mexico for all they knew. So they didn't say anything.

Quinn just rolled her eyes. "Come on," she persisted; she walked towards the door but stopped when she noticed Lola and Zoey weren't following her. "Is there a problem?"

"Where are we going?" Zoey asked.



"I can tell you guys don't know where Logan went, but I believe I do. So come on, we're going to get my groom back." Quinn grinned. She walked out of the room, smiling at the sound of Zoey and Lola's clicker heels behind her.

Quinn looked around quickly, spotted her mother and made a bee line for her. Her mom looked up a grin on her face. "Honey, what are you doing?" she laughed. "You can't get married yet, forty minutes more."

"I need the keys to the car." Quinn stated, without preamble.

"Oh honey, I know you're nervous, but running away won't solve it. You'll be fine." Her mother said soothingly.

"No, I'm not running away." Quinn replied. "I just need to do something, keys please."
She held out her hand, curing her fingers in a "give me" motion.

"Okay, but what are we supposed to do?" her mother asked, handing her the keys.

"If we aren't back in time, stall." Quinn demanded turning toward the door.

"Honey, wait!" her mother called, Quinn turned giving her mother a questioning look. "Go out the back, don't want people questioning you." Quinn smiled, nodding, turning for the back. "Hurry back!"

Quinn just waved and headed for the door. Lola and Zoey right at her heels, running to keep up. "Quinn, where are we going?" Zoey panted. "I mean we have no idea where he went, his note said. "Went to think," that was all!"

"We're going to PCA," Quinn stated simply, heading toward her parents car.



Lola and Zoey stopped and shared a confused look. "What!?" they chorused.

"You'll see, now get in!" Quinn commanded, unlocking the driver side door.

Lola and Zoey gave each other shrugs and headed to the car. "Let me drive, so you don't ruin your dress." Lola stated. Quinn nodded, not bothering to argue. She slid into the passenger side and they headed for their old campus.

The campus was only fifteen minutes from the church, but Lola did it in ten. She quickly parked the car and the three girls spilled out. "Now, why are we here?" Lola asked, looking around. She didn't see Logan anywhere.

"Because I know exactly where he is," Quinn replied, picking up her train and walking toward the campus. As she reached the flag pole where Chase and Zoey first met, Chase and Michael came around a corner. Both guys stopped dead in their tracks, staring at Quinn. "What are you doing here?" Michael asked.

Lola and Zoey had caught up and Lola decided to answer. "She knows, she saw you guys leave."

"You couldn't come up with an excuse?" Michael argued, he hoped his actress fiancé would do better than this.

"She did, said you were getting ice," Quinn replied smiling.

"Ice? Ice is what you came up with? I thought you were good at improb stuff?" Michael continued.



"Hey, I was under major pressure. Sorry, I'm not perfect!" Lola yelled, she wasn't going to be the scapegoat for this.

"Shut it, both of you! We don't have time for this, I have to go find Logan," with that Quinn turned and headed into the campus.

"He's not here, we looked." Chase said, catching up with Quinn. Zoey, Lola and Michael (who were still bickering), weren't far behind.

"You didn't look everywhere," Quinn said simply, without slowing down.

"Yeah, I think we did," Chase huffed; him and Michael had spent ten minutes running around the entire campus trying to track him down.

"No, you didn't," Quinn laughed, there was one place that only she would know to look. She turned a corner and headed for a very familiar bench. "See?" she pointed, there laying on his back was Logan staring at the sky.

They stopped all around Quinn, looks of confusion and anger etched in their faces. "Are you kidding me!?" Michael yelped. His yell caused Logan to jerk out of his thoughts and sit up, a horrified, scared look on his face.

"Guys!? How did you find me?" Logan breathed."Quinn?" his voice became softer, a slight hitch in it. "I'm not supposed to see you in your dress, its bad luck," he pointed at her dress.

"Yeah, well the groom running off isn't exactly good luck," Quinn was laughed. She knew he would be here. She even knew he would run off. She knew him like the back of her hand. That was why she was laughing; she knew they would fix this.

"I guess you've got a point there," Logan sighed, placing his head in his hands.



"Well, now that we've found you. We should head back. We've got…" Chase checked his watch. "Twenty five minutes, so up you get," He commanded pointing at Logan.

Quinn patted his back smiling. "I think Logan and I need to talk," she said gently.

"We don't have time for that," Lola cried. "You guys love each other, you've proved it many time over. Logan is just being an idiot."

"Lola!" Quinn chided. "We need to talk, he came out here for a reason and I'm going to find out why. Don't worry about time, we're going to chat, you guys go reminisce," she said gently pushing them away.

The four friends nodded and turned away, they knew that whatever Logan had to think about needed to be fixed and they couldn't really do anything.

Quinn watched them go, and then she took a seat next to Logan and said, "So, what did you have to think about?"

Logan looked up. She was smiling. Why in the hell was she smiling? He had run out on their wedding day, shouldn't she be crying or hurting him? He wasn't sure he knew what this reaction meant. "Well…" he didn't know how to say this.

"Talk to me," she said, causing a soft smile to play on Logan lips. That sounded so familiar.

"Alright, I'm scared," he confessed, not looking into her eyes. He was afraid he would see the hurt be was hiding.

"Of us? Of us not working?" Quinn said softly. "Of me?" she smirked.



Logan did look up this time. "Sort of, I mean I am afraid of…" he paused took a deep breath and said. "of us getting a divorce."

"What?" Quinn's smile faded a little, she didn't like that thought. "You're already planning on divorcing me?"

"NO!" Logan cried that wasn't it at all. He took another deep breath and decided he needed to explain. "I mean I am afraid of taking after my dad. I mean he's been married like five times and I'm afraid that I will be just like him." He felt his hands shaking.

The smile crept back on Quinn's face, now this she understood. She lightly took his hands and forced him took her in the eyes. "You are not your father. I'm not like any of the women he's married and divorced. We are us, and that is all that counts." She whispered.

"But…"Logan started but Quinn cut across him quickly.

"No, it's not genetic, I should know," she smiled. "You love me right?"

"Yes, of course more than anything," Logan said, he wanted her to know that.

"Then that's all we need, we are going to start a new life today. Our life, our own story. We pick the ending, and personally I see us ninety, bickering and laughing with grandkids running circles around us." She smirked.

The smirk made Logan melt, she was right, he was being stupid. He couldn't let his life be defined by anyone but him. "You're right, sorry," he added, lamely.

"Nothing to be sorry for," she gave him a light kiss. "Now, let's go get married," she stood extending her hand. Logan smiled, taking it and following her.



Michael, Lola, Zoey and Chase were at the flag pole when they came around the corner. By the smiles on their faces, and their laced fingers, they knew things had worked out.

"We've got fifteen minutes, let's go," Chase commanded. Quinn and Logan laughed, giving each other a quick kiss, before heading to their respective cars.

Just as Quinn went to slide in the passenger side, she turned calling. "Logan!"

Logan stopped, unlocking his car. He raised his eyebrows in response. "Try to be surprised when you see me!"

Logan laughed, "Will do!" He blew her a kiss before sliding behind the wheel.

They all booked it to the church. Luckily there were no cops out; they made it back with five minutes to spare. All six of them dashed through the back, and we went to their respective positions.

Five minutes later, the wedding march played and Quinn was escorted down the aisle by her father. Logan gasped, he had seen her before, but now, in the church at this moment she looked just like an angel. The vows were said, rings exchanged. Finally the priest said. "I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride." Logan kissed Quinn to applause, it was perfect and the kiss was the first of many happy moments to come.

A/N: alright again I know sounds like an ending, but it's not. I have like two or three more chapters to go. Review and let me know what you think. I am also double spacing it this time, maybe that will help the line breaks, to be right. We'll see. Review please!