A/N: Okay, I took what MrsLoganReeese said into consideration so, I'm writing a follow up. I have no clue where this will go, and I'm writing this author's note before I even write the story. I'm thinking this might be more than a one-shot though. I changed the rating to T because of references not suitable for younger kids. Okay well, here goes nothing I guess.
Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101 or AIM. I did, however, write The Things You Do To Me (which sucks)
(Dana POV)
"Lola" I called. "Where's my notebook. I need it for school."
"Hunny why do you need it." my mom asked.
"I don't know, to take notes in?"
"Well, you have so many notebooks, filled with letters to that boy, Landon. Why don't you send them already?" Ms. Cruz said, taking a swig of her drink and going to re-fill it.
"His name is Logan. I do send them, I keep copies for nostalgia reasons. Lola, stop drinking that!" I said, ripping the alcohol out of my mother's hand. "That's the reason I had to come home from one of the best places I've ever been. Because you spent all our money on booze and drugs. Lola, would you stop drinking. For me? For your daughter?"
"You're not my daughter. You're just the result of a drunken night. You were an accident. Why do you think your father isn't around. Because he doesn't care about you."
Tears welled up in my eyes. I wouldn't let my mother see her cry though. "You don't mean that. You're drunk. You're drunk at 7:30 in the morning. Lola, sit down, watch TV have a cup of coffee and some Danish. When I come home I'm gonna check on you okay? Whatever you do just don't go to sleep."
"Just go to school, learn something."
(General POV)
Three hours later, Logan Reese was waking up for another day of school with out his beloved Dana. He had e-mailed her the night before at about 10:00 but he figured she didn't read it yet because it would have been 1 in Ohio and only. There was a three hour time difference in California. Logan walked over to his bureau and picked up his blue cell phone and typed Dana a text message.
"Good morning, lovely, even though its probably the afternoon there. I sent you an e-mail last night, I wrote you a poem. Im becoming a hopeless romantic with you not being here. I miss you
love Logan."
He closed the phone, then opened it again to see the picture that someone else from PCA had taken then sent to Logan's cell phone. It was of him and Dana kissing just before she left. He really loved that picture. He figured she'd read the message at lunch or something.
After sending the message, he walked over to Michael's bed and shook him. "Wake up you stupid boy. We have to go to class. Wake up the bushy haired one too. I'm going to take a shower."
(Logan POV)
I took a shower thinking of Dana. Not in a perverse way, I just always think of her when water is coming down. In the shower, when it rains, or snows, during prank week when we put hoses on top of the new kids' dorms, when I see a fountain. I guess that's because when I told her I liked her as more than a friend it was raining. Or maybe everything just reminds me of her. We'd been together for eight months now. It was January and I hadn't even looked at any of the girls here at PCA. They all looked at me, but, duh, they always have and always would. I'm Logan Reese for Pete's sake.
It was weird. With Dana gone, I was writing a lot. We wrote letters and e-mailed and talked on the phone once a week. But I had a notebook, locked up in a "cash box" (even though there was no money in there, only Dana stuff, so I called it my "Dana Box"), filled with poems I'd written for and about her. Some of them were actually good. I found that English was beginning to be my favorite subject. Well at least when we were writing.
Anyway, after my shower, Chase, Michael and I walked over to room 101, where Dana used to reside, but currently Zoey, Nicole, and their new roommate, Cassie Flynn, lived. I was kind of surprised that Dana had never asked about their new roommate. She had short brown-red hair that she always wore in a ponytail, and she was short. But then again, to me everyone was short this year. I grew 6 inches over the summer, making me 5'9" at the beginning of school, making me taller than Dana by one whole inch. Plus I had grown some more, but I didn't know exactly how much.
I'm getting off track. So we all had Jet X's now because they were being sold and because Zoey and Nicole had won theirs. We were running late and they really came handy. We were riding in rows of two, because that's how wide the roadway things were. Chase next to Zoey (who were dating on and off), Nicole next to Michael (who were "friend with benefits") and me next to Cassie. She was cool, as a friend. She kind of reminded me of my sister, Jess (A/N: I just made that up).
"I miss Dana" were the only words running through my head.
(Dana POV)
I opened my cell phone at lunch and saw that I had an new text message. It was from Logan, naturally. I had an e-mail to check, good thing I had study hall in the computer lab next period.
"Message from Logan?" my best friend in Ohio, Tarah asked.
"Obviously. Who else do I get text messages from during lunch?" I said, then thought a little "Actually he probably sent this at like 7 because of the time difference."
"Well, I think that is so cute that he sends you text messages almost everyday." Tarah said. "Let me see that picture again."
"Which one?"
"All of them"
I pulled out a little album of pictures I needed for school that day. I opened to a page with pictures of Logan from the whole school year last year and to my favorite. Someone had taken it at the airport and sent it to me. We were kissing.
"So adorable." she said. "Maybe I should go to boarding school."
"That was an amazing experience. I wouldn't trade it for the world." I said, "but I did miss all my friends."
The lunch bell rang and I went to study hall with Tarah. We sat down and I logged onto AIM to see if Logan was on. He had media at the same time I had study hall and sometimes we chatted. He wasn't on, but I stayed on anyway. I opened my e-mail and opened the one titled "The Things You Make Me Do." It read:
Dearest Dana Rosalia Cruz
I have written a poem for you. I adore you with all my heart.
The Things You Make Me Do
by Logan Reese
With each passing moon
I dream of you in my arms
I long for you so much
that I find myself embracing my pillow
wishing it was you
With each rainfall,
I dream of your lips
so soft and succulent
I find myself drifting off into a world
where every desire of my heart is filled
With each sunrise
I dream of you and your beauty
I close my eyes and
I can actually see your face
Your eyes
Your lips
I touch you cheek and I kiss you
You kiss me back and we are in love
I stir in bed and realize with sorrow
that it was only a dream
Dana, lovely, I miss you so much. I don't understand why I can't be with you. I sleep at night, and I dream of you. I close my eyes and I see you. No tear has graced my cheek that has not been a tear from missing you. You are wonderful and I can't wait to see you again, whenever that is. I am faithful, and true to you here at PCA.
With all the love in my heart,
Logan Reese
A tear slid down my face as I read that. I missed him so much. I wanted him to be sitting next to me instead of Steve Conway. He smelled like salami which reminded me of Mark DelFigilo and that reminded me of PCA and all my friends.. But mostly, I just loved Logan. I replied to his e-mail, completely in tears.
(Lola POV)
"Dana, will you come in here please. I have to talk to you." I called when I heard Dana walk trough the door.
"Yeah, Lola." by the tone in her voice I could tell she was still mad about that morning.
"I want you to know that I'm going to get help. I'm going to start going to a group for the drinking and I'm going to get a job. I don't know where, and it's not going to be a very good one, but I'm trying. I'm trying for you. For my daughter."
She ran over and hugged me. "Thank you mom."
"I know you want to go back to that school. I'm going to save all my money, well after bills and taxes, and necessities. I'm going to send you back to Logan and your friends."