We're nearing the end of this fic. (I plan for it to be 20 chapters and the last one will be very short.) I know I've been pretty good about updating quickly, but I might be a little slower with the last few chapters because I need to write a little bit more. I have two more chapters after this one already written, and I'm gonna try to finish soon so that I can keep updating every day like I usually do. But I'm not making any promises.

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Week 14 Why I Hate Surprises

Monday

I hate surprises. Logan, you know I hate surprises.

That's why I love surprising you.

I hate you.

Really. Cause I kinda like you.

I like you too, darn it.

I know. Even though I'm a jerk I am irresistibly adorable.

Hey, don't make me like you less.

It's too late. Once you've been captured by my charm there's no going back.

Not according to every girl at PCA that you've ever gone out with.

Well they don't count.

So I'm the only one who counts?

In my book.

That's sweet in a weird, Logan kind of way.

See. I told you I was irresistibly adorable.

So you're really gonna make me wait until 5:30 to find out where we're going on our romantic date?

Yup.

Surprises make me nervous. I don't think I can handle the anticipation.

You're gonna have to.

I might faint.

Then I'll catch you. And wake you with a kiss, like in all of the Disney Princess movies.

You watch Disney Princess movies?

I have a little sister, remember?

And you watch princess movies with her? That is so cute!

Are you making fun of me?

A little.

oOo

Tuesday

I can't believe our surprise "romantic" date was in a janitors' closet.

If it wasn't for the bleach fumes, it wouldn't have been so bad.

Whatever. I just can't wait for our real date.

Me neither.

And promise me something, kay?

What?

No more surprises.

I promise. No more surprises.

Thank you. So how are we getting to Vaccaro tonight?

That was gonna be a surprise.

Logan!

But I'll tell you.

Are we going in a limo? That would be so cool.

Are you kidding. After renting nine of them for Michael's birthday party? My dad would throw a fit.

Okay, then just tell me.

Remember that car that my dad took away from me when I got cut off last year?

No way. You got it back?

Well, since I can actually drive it now. It's hiding right now in our abandoned parking lot.

You know what? That actually would have been a good surprise.

You are so hard to please.

I can't believe your dad gave you that car back. He was so mad when you bought it.

I was just talking to him on the phone last night and I mentioned our date. My dad likes you, so he sent the car.

Your dad likes me?

Well, he doesn't know you that well, but yeah, he likes you. And I can't say I blame him.

I like your dad, too. But he always insists that I call him "Malcolm", which I totally can't do. I feel uncomfortable calling parents by their first names.

Better than your mom. She makes me call her by her old flower-child nickname. What was it again? Rainbow?

Raindrop.

Right. How could I forget? You know, I would love to meet your hippie grandparents. Are they still around?

Yes. They live in Seattle. But they've given up their hippie lifestyle. They drive a Suburban and call each other "Frank" and "Vicky".

Do they still call your mom "Raindrop"?

Sometimes.

I should have known the day I met you that you came from a hippie family. It really explains so much.

What do you mean?

Well, for someone who's so smart, I always thought you had a screw loose.

Gee, thanks. Are you implying something about my mom and her parents?

What? No! I was just kidding!

Relax, Logan. I know that.

Oh. Good. But seriously, do you remember how you used to wear your hair?

You mean the colorful braids? Or the feathers?

Both.

Yeah, that was kind of weird.

Yeah. But, strangely, I kinda liked it.

oOo

Wednesday

Could that night have been worse?

It was bad enough when Zoey and James showed up, but did you have to tell Michael and Lola where we were?

I didn't know they would show up!

At least they didn't find out our secret.

I'll make it up to you.

You don't have to, Logan. As long as we're secretly dating, we'll never get to have a normal date. I've learned to accept it.

But Michael and Lola are planning a make-up date for James and Zoey for ruining their date. James and Zoey ruined our date first. I think you deserve a make-up date.

That's sweet, Logan, but not necessary. Or possible, I'm afraid.

Yes it is. James and Zoey's date is on the volleyball court, right?

Yeah. It's supposed to be like dinner on the beach.

Well, that's very nice for them, but it's nothing like the real beach, don't you think?

Logan, what are you saying?

I happen to have a picnic basket. And a blanket big enough for two, if they sit really close together…

A picnic on the beach?

That beach we always go to for our after-exams-tradition. No one ever goes there except for us once a year. Now, no one could ruin that date. Tomorrow evening. What do you say?

I don't know, Logan. I'm beginning to think we're cursed, and I'm not sure I want to take any chances.

But I have all of that food in the picnic basket. It will all go to waste, when there are starving children in Indonesia.

Well, when you put it that way.

Then it's settled. Make some fake plans for tomorrow evening, because I'm giving you a picnic on the beach.

oOo

Thursday

Where were you last night? I called you and you never answered.

I told you, my anger management class was moved.

Right. I forgot. How was it?

It sucked, like always. Why did you need to get a hold of me?

I just wanted to talk. And when you didn't answer, I got worried.

That I was with another girl?

What? Please. No.

Quinn, don't lie.

All right. The idea might have crossed my mind.

You don't have to worry, Quinn. There's no other girl for me than you.

I've heard than one before.

From Mark? Come on, am I anything like that nub?

No.

Thank you.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have doubted you.

No, you shouldn't have.

Friday

Are you mad?

No. Not at you. It's not like you can control the weather.

You're right. We are cursed.

Hey, our date was better than Zoey's. Did you see that bruise on her cheek?

Yeah. That was bad planning on Michael's part. He could have at least checked to make sure nobody was going to be using the volleyball court while James and Zoey had dinner on it.

I'm thinking we should just go back to slow dancing in janitors closets and Eskimo kisses behind walls.

I guess that's the sacrifice we have to make to stay a secret.

It still sucks.

I know. But on the bright side, I still have the car.

Oh. I can see where I stand with you.

And it's sitting out of view in that abandoned parking lot. It seats two quite nicely, if anyone wanted a place where he could meet his girlfriend alone.

Well, that does sound better than a janitor's closet...

I thought you'd say that.

A/N: I loved the episode Dinner for Two Many, but the Quogan plot was so incomplete. It was a disappointment. So I hope this chapter made up for that just a little bit. Review!

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