A:N: Oh my god. I am BEYOND sorry for the SUPER long wait. I dont have any reason for not updating in February, but this March has been Hectic. I found the time to write most of this on Wednesday (My birthday, yay 16). Unfortunately, all of the chapters I had written, (12-16) got lost when my parents decided to format the computer and have everything cleaned off it, So i've been kinda reluctant to re-write them. Also, I've started working on a brand new story that I'd like to put up around May, after I've caught up with this story. At the end of the chapter, I'll give you a summary of it; but it wont be Zoey 101. Again, MAJOR thank you to the reviewers, and those who've stuck by me despite the ridiculous amount of time between updates. Have I mentioned I love you?

Ps: Chapter Inspiration is : I Miss you - Social Code

Pss: Also, I'm a beta now, so if you like my style of writing, feel free to request me

Disclaimer: Is this really nessesary. We've got eleven chapters of it.

I Wish

Chapter Twelve: So this is Darkness

The blinds were pulled, and the blankets were tightly pulled around him as he laid scarily still in his bed. He had stopped crying hours ago when his eyes had dried up, and now he only stared at the framed picture infront of him. The table to the side of his bed was usually reserved for the photograph, but now he let it lay next to him, his eyes scanning it over and over. Her face was bright and smiling, and he was mid-laugh. However, now his face held no trace of laughter or happiness, it was blank, and no emotion was showing through.

Tuesday's events still hadn't really sunk in yet. He couldn't grasp the idea that she would never return his calls or respond to his IMs. He still had it etched into the back of his mind that she'd be back this Saturday, on her original flight. She'd only taken tuesday's flight because it was cheaper. Maybe if he'd payed for her flight, she would be coming back this saturday; or maybe he could have managed to get her back before the semester had even started. He had the extra cash to spend, why hadn't she asked him for help with the expenses?

He couldn't stop blaming himself, finding reasons why her death was his own fault. If only he'd answered her phone calls, he could have told her not to get on the plane. He didn't stop to think about the fact that he wouldn't have known it would happen before hand, but he felt he had to put the blame on someone, and he was the perfect candidate.

Her eyes stared back at him from the picture frame, as he heard a light rapping on the door. He slowly lifted his eyes from the picture to glance at the closed door. It opened slightly and a crack of light filled the darkened room.

"Logan?" He could hear Chase call to him. He squinted his eyes, the small amount of light blinding him as it made its way into the room.

"Me and Michael are going to get sushi. Do you maybe want to come?" Chase asked, looking into the bedroom. The entire room was pitch black, as it had been since Tuesday. Logan had already spent two days in the dark room uninterrupted, and Chase figured it would be good to get him to come back out with their friends.

"Get out." Logan muttered, shifting his gaze back to the picture frame; his eyes boring into it as if the longer he stared the more likely she was to come back. He no longer had any feeling left, except for the dull pain in his heart. He wasn't really angry, and he wasnt really sad. He just was. It was an emptyness that overwhelmed him, like he wasnt even really there anymore.

"Come on Logan," Chase spoke again, "We've left you alone for two days now. You don't think we're sad? Well, we are.You can't just shut yourself up in here forever wishing she'll come back."

"I told you to get out." Logan answered again, bringing his eyes up to glare at Chase. However, Chase didn't take notice because he could hardly even see Logan's outline in the darkness.

"Fine," Chase sighed, "If you want to spend your life alone, go for it. If you really cared about Dana, you'd be out there living twice as hard." Something in Logan snapped when Chase had uttered those words to him. Suddenly his emotions came back in an instant, and he stood, pulling the covers off of him and whipping them to the floor.

"Shut up!" Logan yelled, "You have no idea what te hell your talking about." By now, the young boy was seething. His hands had curled into fists, and he tried his hardest to keep himself from swinging at his friend.

"If you really cared about Dana, then you wouldn't be going to sushi rox, pretending everything is the same as always." Logan countered, still restraining himself. Chase let out a breath, leaning his head back to glance at the ceiling for a moment, before looking to Logan again.

"Look Logan," He began, "I know you were really close to Dana, but nothing has changed. You hardly spoke to her for two years, excluding the last few weeks. When she left, we all thought we would never see her again, and we all dealed with it. It's sad that she passed, yeah, but none of us were really close to her for the last couple years. Life is exactly the same as it was last week, she wasn't here then, and she wont be here next week, so-"

Chase wasnt given the opportunity to finish his rant because Logan had effectively landed a punch on his nose. He didn't hit him hard enough to break the guys nose, but Chase was quick to let out a scream.

"What the hell?!" He yelled, clutching his face as the blood poured through his fingers.

"If you ever say it doesnt matter again, I will honestly kill you." Logan breathed, shoving his friend out of the doorway and slamming the door in his face. Once the door was fully closed, and locked, he slid down to land on the floor. He couldn't understand why Chase would have said that he was blowing it out of propotion. Chase had been there through every conversation, every feeling, every thought. He'd thought that out of everyone, Chase would've been the one to understand him, but apparently he thought wrong.

Still leaning against, the door, Logan pulled his covers to him, wrapping the sheets tightly around him, and then reaching over to the picture of him and Dana. He pulled his legs to his chest, resting the picture on his knees, holding it tightly in his hands.

"Why'd you have to get on the plane?" He mumbled, staring into her eyes. His grip tightened around the picture, and his chest tensed up. He continued to put pressure on the frame, anger welling up inside of him. "Why couldn't you have just left on Saturday?"

Suddenly, the glass on the picture frame cracked into several pieces, sending a few tiny shards flying. His thumb had a small cut on it, but he hadn't injured himself. Tilting his head back, he banged it on the door a few times before running his hands through his hair, closing his eyes, letting him drift off into his imagination.

He could clearly see her in his mind, her smile, her eyes, her curls. She didn't look the same as he remembered her to look. Her caramel ringlets, were now dark brown curls, and her hair was much longer. Her makeup was different, and her face seemed much more matured. She didn't have the 'I'll bite your head off if you look at me' sense she used to have, but she still had the ability to install fear in anyone she wished to.

He could see himself as well, the two of them just standing there, and he let a loopy smile grace his lips. Suddenly, he was jerked away from his perfect mental picture. Unknowingly, he had began to place pressure onto the picture frame again, gripping it and allowing the glass shards to dig once again into his thumbs. Gently, he pulled his hands away from the picture and carefully placed it back in its place on his bedside table. He wiped the blood from his fingertips onto the blankets surrounding him, and then let them rest by his sides. Closing his eyes, he ran through his various memories, trying to hold onto every last thought he had of her.

He could remember the very first time he saw her. It was the girls first year at PCA, and his limo had just pulled up to PCA's entrance to drop him off for the school year. As he was waiting for the driver to pull his bags out for him, he could see her car drive up behind his. It was the same convertable mustang that her dad had picked her up in at the end of the year. Her father was driving, with who he guessed to be her mother in the passenger seat. Dana was seated in the back, arms crossed, looking annoyed, and next to her was a little boy making whooshing shounds while playing with his toy air plane.

The young boy had turned the plane towards Dana, stabbing her in the arm with it and making crashing noises. She cracked. She twisted in her seat, grabbing the plane from the boy and glaring at him.

"I swear to god Andrew, if you dont stop it, I'll-" She threatened.

"Dana!" Both of her parents had courused, her mom turning around to shake her head at both her children.

"Andrew, leave Dana alone. Dana stop threatening your brother." Her mom had told them both.

"Okay mommy!" The smaller boy had answered, whereas Dana simply rolled her eyes. Logan couldn't help but smile as he watched the scene unwravel infront of his eyes, laughing to himself and thinking that girls at PCA wouldn't be half as bad if he got to know her.

He could remember the very first time he spoke to her. Many people thought the first time they spoke was at the girls vs. boys basketball game, but it was actually a few hours before. It was just moments after the first time he'd seen her pull up in her car. In a very un-Logan like fashion, after her parents had driven off, he'd offered to help her with her bags. He was sure she hadn't remembered him doing so, because she had never brought it up throughout the entire year, but then again, neither had he. He has casually strolled up, introducing himself, and stating that her bags loked rather heavy. She'd only rolled her eyes at him in response and uttered 'you think?' before continuing to drag them.

"Uh, do you need any help? I could carry one... if you want?" He'd asked as nicely as he could.

"Uh, No." She'd brushed him off, continuing.

"Are you sure? Really, I could-" He continued. He could see she was struggling with her bags.

"I'm fine!" She had answered, sending a death glare in his direction. Instantly he had backed off, making a mental note to avoid her whenever possible.

He could remember the very first real conversation he'd had with her. It was the end of december, a Saturday, and it was a bright sunny day. He was in his dorm room, working on an english project he'd been putting off for a week now. It was due on the Monday, so he'd figured if he was going to finish it, he had to start working. Chase and Michael had gone down to the basketball court to shoot hoops, and Logan had been forced to decline. He was about three hundred words into the assignment when he'd heard her knock on the door. At the time, he hadn't known it was her, so he'd yanked the door open, letting the words "What do you want?" slip from his lips.

Although she had totally blown him off on the first day at PCA, the two of them had grown to be friends. Though they constantly fought, they both considered the other a friend. When he saw her there, his mouth dropped open. He hadn't been expecting her to be there, especially looking the way she was. Her normally curled hair, was straightened and drawn up into a pony tail, and instead of her skater clothes, she wore black jean short shorts and a red tank top, along with a necklace with two pop can tabs on it. She wasn't wearing shoes either, only socks.

"Oh, uh... Dana?" He asked, completely stunned. He knew it was her, but she didn't exactly look like herself.

"Is Chase here?" Were her first words as she brushed past him into the dorm room looking around. It was empty except for the two of them.

"No, why?" Logan had asked.

"I need to ask him something... or rather, tell him something.. or just.. talk to him in general." She said, letting her eyes rest on anything besides Logan and crossing her arms.

"Well, he's not here," Logan replied casually, "Ask me." When he said the words, she whipped around to look at him, an incredulous look on her face.

"Your kidding me here?" She replied, stunned, "Me? Talk to you? Thats a laugh."

"Seriously, I'll listen" He added, sitting on his computer chair and swivelling around to look at her.

"You might be willing to listen, but no way am I willing to talk." She countered, making her way towards to door.

"Come on," He told her. "I'm not as useless as you think I am," He added in a quiet whisper. However quiet he'd said it, she had managed to hear it and stopped in her tracks, spinning around slowly.

"I- I dont think that." She said, slowly making her way over to sit on the single bed, "Why would you think that?"

"Well, I mean... you're always insulting me, and it's not like I do anything important anyways."

"Logan," She furrowed her brows, "You know I don't mean half the things I say, just sometimes, you... you make me so mad." She ran her hand over her hair, sighing, "And, you do do important things. I've seen your chemistry grades, I know your practically a genius. Plus," She smiled, "Your... your important to me."

"Really?" He squeaked. He'd tried to make it come out casually, but it hadn't worked at all. It was hard to act casual when you'd just voiced your insecurities to the one girl you had thought hated you.

"Of course," She patted the bed next to here, uttering 'come here' before continuing. He made his way over, sitting next to her, looking at the floor. He was shocked when she wrapped her arms around him, giving him a side hug and whispering in his ear.

"If course your important. Your my friend." and leaned her head onto his shoulder. He had never seen her hug anyone before, not even her parents the day they dropped her off, and he felt special to have the privilage. In an instant he rested his head ontop, of hers, and let another grin cross his features.

That was the day she'd first refered to him as her friend, and it was also the first and last time he'd ever recieved a hug from her. It was also one of the best moments of his life if only because he knew she cared about him.

And now, laying in his darkened dorm room, he tried to think of a memory when he had actually told her he cared about her. He was sure she knew it, but he could never remember voicing his own feelings and he deeply regretted it. He turned again to look at the picture frame on his bedside table, trying to recall all his memories of her, but instead he found his notebook. He hadn't seen or touched it since Saturday night, and it had now suddenly appeared on his table.

He let a frown settle on his face and his eyebrows furrowed into confusion. He had no idea how the book had gotten there, but ever since he had gotten it, it had been showing up in strange places whenever he needed it. He reached forward, grabbing it and the same black pen that he usually wrote with. Flipping through the pages, he landed on the most recent wish he had made. 'I wish Dana would never come back to PCA.' The second he read it, it all flooded back to him; the ache in his chest tuesday in Biology, the crash, her calls. His eyes filled with tears, and his heart filled with regret as he lifted the pen up to the paper scribbling furiously.

Dear journal,

I wish I could go back to before she got on the plane and fix this. Fix everything.

With that, he closed the book, and tossed it across the room, closing his eyes tightly. He placed his head into his hands, breathing deeply and counting slowly to ten. When he opened his eyes, everything looked exactly the same. He was still leaned against the door, his blankets wrapped around him. His eyes were still watering, and as one tear escapes he went to brush it away. However, he noticed that the cut that was there only moments ago was now gone. His gaze quickly turned to the picture frame sitting on his bedside table. There was no evidence that it had ever been broken. As he stared at it, confusion on his face, he heard his cell phone go off.

As quickly as possibly, he pulled himself off the floor, running to his desk where it was on charge, and looked at the called display.

'Dana Cruz x3 calling'

He fumbled with his phone for a moment, unable to believe what his eyes were seeing.

"Dana!?" He asked, as soon as he'd accepted the call.

"Logan?" He'd heard her voice on the other line. He let out a breath he hadn't even known he'd been holding.

"Dana, are you okay?" He asked, "Are you hurt? Are you still in Boston? Where are you staying, I'll come there right now."

"Woah, Logan, relax, I'm fine." She answered, putting him slightly at ease.

"I thought you'd gotten on the plane tuesday. You'd called, and left the messages. God, you had me so worried, why didn't you call before?"

"Logan, it is tuesday." She laughed, "And, I'm sorry about Saturday, I really am. And I'm also sorry that I'm probably waking you up."

"Waking me up? What are you talking about? Its four in the afternoon... and its Thursday." He answered, confused.

"Uh, its tuesday, and It should be... about five forty five in the morning. You okay?" She asked. Quickly he turned to look at the alarm clock on the desk. Just as she had said, the clocks display said '5:45' in bright red letters.

"Yeah... yeah, sure" he responded, "Look, Dana, I've gotta tell you something."

"Is it important? because, I've kind of gotta hurry here--Flight four zero seven to Los Anglos, Now boarding-- Actually, that's my flight, I've gotta go." Suddenly it all clicked in Logan's head. He thought back to the wish he'd made moments before and decided that he wasn't dreaming all of this.

"Dana!" He shouted, "Dana wait!"

"Look Logan, I've got to go, I'll be back to PCA and unpacked before you even eat lunch, alright? Bye Logan, see you soon."

"No! Dana! No! Nonononono, dont hang up Dana! No, wait!" Unforunately, all he could ear was the sharp click, and the dial tone. It was then that he realized that she'd hung up and he'd have to live this nightmare all over again.

A:N: If you noticed any spelling mistakes or anything, I'm really sorry. Remember how I said my parents cleaned out the computer? yeah? Word Perfect got deleted off it, and without the product key (which I lost) I cant reinstall it. Man, I hate word pad; but I love my readers, so I wrote it as best as I could. Anywho, Review!

Annddd. The preview to the new story I'm writing. I was debating on whether making it an original story or a Fanfic, but I decided that since I already have an account on here, and hardly go on Fiction press, that I'd make it into a fanfiction. Here's the summary, tell me if you'd be interested in reading it. Originally, it was an.. original story, so it wont be in character all the time, and it'd be going into the Hannah Montana section. Ps. The 'Mystery Girl' is Cannon, and it isnt Miley.

"After the band 'The Jonas Brothers' sets up an adress for fanmail, they are bombarded with letters from their pre-teen and teen-age fanbase. The letters have the usual "I love your music" and "You guys are so hot", but one letter immediately catches the eyes of band members Nick(16), Joe(18), and Kevin(19). Her letters are written intricately and delicately, full of passion and meaning. Instantly the band members become attached to her words and letters, waiting anxiously for the next ones to arrive. The only problem is that they have no way of contacting her, and she has no idea they want to. When her letters suddenly stop coming, just how far will these three teens go to find out just who this mystery girl is?"

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