Chapter 23- Shadows of You
Zoey opened her eyes. She sat up tiredly and then yawned. How could she fall asleep on Sawyer? Zoey slowly got up, and then looked around Sawyer's now empty dorm in confusion. Where was he?
Sawyer stepped back into his dorm with his towel wrapped around his waist.
"Oh hey," Zoey said slightly flustered.
Sawyer smiled back at her warmly, "Did you have a good sleep?"
Zoey ran her hands through her disheveled hair and smiled. "Can't you tell? My hair is sticking up like a troll,"
"A cute troll…because those things are ugly." Sawyer stole a kiss on Zoey's cheek and the walked to his closet.
Zoey struggled to keep her eyes off of him. She glanced towards his window. It was night now, so she could focus on the moon, and the stars. Zoey's eyes slowly drifted back towards Sawyer.
Sawyer turned around, "I'm not trying to flash you so…"
"Oh, I'm not looking," Zoey said completely embarrassed. She turned away as Sawyer put on his boxers, and then a plain white tee.
"You can look now," He said throwing his towel on the back of his door.
Zoey fixed her hair. She didn't want to appear roughed up after coming from Sawyer's room in the nighttime, because people might get ideas, and assume that she was something that she wasn't. "Hey Sawyer,"
"Yeah Sunshine," He said walking over to her and then sitting down.
"Thanks for the guitar again, I promise, I won't fall asleep next time you try and teach me how to play,"
"That's okay," Sawyer placed the side of his hand to her face, and then ran his hands through her hair. "You were tired, you had a long day…we all did."
"Yeah," Zoey kissed Sawyer on the cheek and then stood up.
"Are you leaving me," He said in a somewhat begging tone.
"Yeah, I'm sorry,"
Sawyer reached for Zoey's hand, "Okay, do you want me to walk you back?"
"No, I'll manage," Zoey picked up her new guitar and the magnolia beside it.
"Oh wait." Sawyer got up.
Zoey paused by the door and turned to him surprised.
"I forgot to ask you,"
"Oh yeah," Zoey leaned against the door.
"You know the Battle of the Bands? Well if you don't I'll explain afterwards, Logan and I have been looking for a girl to sing vocals…and I think you're the one."
"Aww Sawyer,"
Sawyer shrugged, "I love your voice, it's very versatile,"
"Really?"
Sawyer nodded, "I know Nicole wanted to try out for the band, but I don't think Logan will let her. Everyday he keeps on bringing up something about a…"
"Silk shirt," Zoey said with a smile.
"Yeah, Logan's sick in the head you know." Sawyer replied.
"He is your best friend though," Zoey teased.
"Which makes me sick in the head as well,"
"I'll consider it," Zoey responded.
"Yeah, sleep on it, and tell me what you want to do in the morning,"
"Sure,"
Sawyer pulled Zoey close and kissed her one last time. Remember that kiss Zoey, because I know Chase is going to be around you, as soon as you leave me.
"Bye honey,"
Sawyer smiled. He had officially been giving a nickname from Zoey, honey, he liked that no matter how generic of a nickname it was. Just coming from Zoey's mouth it sounded new. Maybe it was because of that southern accent of hers which he found so warm, but yet sexy at the same time. Sawyer closed his eyes. He was inspired, Zoey inspired him once again and he was in the mood to write a song. Sawyer closed the door behind him, and then picked up his guitar. He sat down on the edge of his bed, and closed his eyes.
Sawyer wrapped Zoey in his arms. Her head was resting on his shoulders and he could smell her perfume…she always smelled like magnolias. As Sawyer guided her hands along the strings of her guitar, he leaned forward and kissed her on her cheek. She was sleeping, and she looked like an angel. His angel.
Shadows of You
Horizon sets. Darkness washes over.
The shades are drawn. And night has come.
But the shadows of you keep me warm
Your energy wakes my dreams.
That smile of yours, paints in between.
The sunset that has dipped beyond.
The sunset is far gone. But I got something else
I got you to keep me warm.
You stole my heart, lock and key
And made me feel things that I couldn't see.
Your love woke me up.
Forced me to see you, and everything in between
The shadows of you have waked my dreams.
Sawyer pulled the covers back, and then placed Zoey down on his pillow. Her golden hair spilled across his pillow. He watched her with a smile and then pulled the covers back over her.
Sawyer strummed the last note, and then bent his head. He had it bad. He was happy that he felt this way for her, because he loved her…but he knew Chase loved her too which bothered him a great deal. Sawyer placed down his guitar and then pulled his hair out of his face.
"Zoey, Zoey, Zoey," He whispered to himself. Sawyer walked over to his stereo and turned it up, He then picked up his fifteen pound weights and stared into his mirror.
"One, Two…" Sawyer paused and glanced to the door. What if it was Zoey? He placed the weights down quickly, and ran towards the door.
A very red Logan stood at the door.
Sawyer couldn't help but smile amused. "What happened to you? You look like you've eaten too many tomatoes,"
Logan faked a laugh, "Dude that was so funny…not."
Sawyer opened his door wider so Logan could come in, "So, what brings you by?"
"Chase is having a meltdown,"
"About what?" Sawyer asked with concern in his voice.
Logan shrugged, "I dunno, Michael was trying to calm him down, but I really don't got time for that. What are you doing?"
Sawyer closed the door, "What was it about? Was he upset because he found out about Zoey and I dating?"
"Once again, I don't know, and I don't really care." Logan sat down on Sawyer's bed and then placed his hand in his head. "I blew it,"
"You blew what?"
Logan looked away with disappointment, "My chance with her,"
"Are you talking about Dana?"
Logan's eyes widened, "What the hell are you talking about! I'm not talking about Dana, I mean she's not even suitable to date, she's difficult, and she likes to argue…and did I mention that she…" Logan shook his head, "Why am I wasting my breath on Dana?"
"Because you got it bad for her Logan,"
Logan stared back at Sawyer in denial. "Shit, I don't need this. No one is thinking about Dana, I don't like her she's not even that…Forget it,"
"She's not what? Attractive," Sawyer asked Logan in disbelief.
"I didn't say all that," Logan informed.
"But you were about too," Sawyer filled in.
"She's hot, she's got the whole exotic look going on…But that's all I'm saying, it doesn't mean I like her,"
"What about Kate?" Sawyer asked.
"Ms. Buckteethworths,"
Sawyer grinned, "Huh?"
"I was bored, Kate and I went to the cafeteria this morning. Why I don't know, but anyways we had pancakes, and let me tell you, she tore up those pancake like a knife going through meat. While I was watching her with much disgust, she reached for the syrup, and that's where I got the name from."
"Oh, and before I forget I asked Zoey to join our band."
"What?" Logan said with a frown.
"I asked Zoey…"
"No I heard you, but that's not happening man because Dana already agreed."
(Break)
Dana's music was up so loud, she wouldn't be surprised if the R.A. Coco, came in and asked her to turn it down. She was in an unbelievable good mood, and that all had to do with Logan. Dana liked every second of her "locked in the sauna" moment with Logan. Well everything except for his idiotic comment about pleasing Kate. Yuck!
Dana picked up a plethora of clothes on her bed, and tossed them joyously around her room. She spun around as they fell on her, the floor and all over her room. Why was she so happy? It wasn't like they kissed.
Black Eyed Peas song "Let's Get it Started" filtered throughout the room. Dana loved this song! What better song to think about Logan to. Dana paused. "Am I really in love with that guy," She placed her hand to her stomach, and then collapsed down on her floor. She looked around her room in confusion, and then at all the clothes she had tossed on the floor. "I cannot be in love with Logan Reese. Yeah, he's cute but…he's so arrogant, and not to mention he is such a metrosexual…I hate metro's…well I thought I did." Dana pouted.
Her feelings for Logan bounced back and forth, one second she hated him, and then the next he painted all of her dreams. Dana smiled, Logan was definitely colorful enough to paint her dreams. He was insanely funny with how he carried himself, so stuck up, and then he was annoying as well. Dana leaned against her bed. "You got to deal with this Dana, Logan is going to be breathing down your neck for a while, so you got to figure it out."
Well she could do that some other day. She had a secret admirer to meet later tonight. All she could do was pray that it was Logan, even though whoever it was…said that he wasn't.
(Break)
"Chase your acting irrational," Michael said.
"I'm fine," Chase replied.
Michael looked down at the empty boxes of shrimp fried rice, shrimp and broccoli, and package of cheese filled wontons. "You ate all the food…you even ate the food on my plate!"
"No, I…are you going to finish those?" Chase asked taking the last cheese wonton out of Michael's hand and then popping it into his mouth.
"Keep it up, and your going to be as big as Kirstie Alley," Michael said attempting to check the boxes of chinese food for any remaining food…at least a piece of rice.
"No, Kirstie had lost some weight, she looks good." Chase corrected.
"Well you won't my friend. You got a bad case of the Zoey blues,"
"No, I don't,"
Michael raised an eyebrow as Chase shoved a mouthful of fried rice and shrimp into his mouth, "Do you want some water to wash all that down? Are you even swallowing the food because from here I can't tell?"
Chase stared back at Michael slightly annoyed, "I'm fine."
There was a knock at the door.
Chase continued to eat, "You don't expect me to get it do you?"
"Looking like that…not really, and by the way you got some rice in your bushy fro."
"It's not a fro!" Chase protested.
"Yes, brother it is." Michael said with a laugh. He opened the door to reveal Zoey.
"Hey Michael," Zoey said.
"Hey,"
"Is that chinese food?" She asked.
"It was…but the hippopotamus done got to it," He said motioning to Chase.
"Oh," Zoey said looking into the room at Chase with wide eyes.
Chase tried to fix himself as soon as he realized that Zoey was standing at the door.
"Chase are you okay?" Zoey placed her hand on Michael's arm gently pulling him aside and went over to Chase. She sat down on the floor next to Michael's bed, which Chase was sitting on.
"Oh hell No! Chase you got shrimp fried rice, and wonton pieces all over my bed…I don't want ants crawling all over me. I'm taking your bed tonight." Michael complained.
"I'll wash your sheets," Zoey suggested.
"No, Zoey. I was just kidding." Michael said looking at Chase in concern.
"You shouldn't eat so fast Chase, or your going to get a stomach ache."
"Too late for that," Chase said placing the plate down on the floor.
Zoey looked back at him in concern. "Michael can you get me a warm wet cloth?"
"Sure, um…but why?" Michael said grabbing a white hand cloth off of his press.
Zoey placed her hand on the edge of Michael's bed, "I don't want you guys to think I'm weird, but when my stomach hurts, I usually put a warm cloth over it, and drink ginger ale,"
Michael grinned, "That is weird, but I'll go put some warm water on the towel."
Zoey turned back to Chase as Michael disappeared outside.
"Does your stomach hurt really bad?"
"Not really, that's what I get for being so greedy." Chase said.
Zoey gave him a small smile. Michael returned with the damp cloth, "Thanks Michael,"
"Uh huh?" He said crossing his arms and standing over her with a weird expression on his face.
Zoey started to pull Chase's shirt back and then stopped, "You guys think I am weird, maybe it doesn't work…maybe it's just me?"
"It's worth a try," Chase said scowling as his stomach started to growl.
Michael laughed amused, "It sounds like those gastric juices are getting a workout."
Zoey started to reach for Chase's shirt again, and then stopped. Would Chase consider that flirting? Even if she wasn't trying too? What if he mistook her silly remedy for a reason to be close to him, and lead him on further.
Chase seemed to get the hint, and pulled back his shirt.
"Thanks Chase," Zoey whispered. A strand of hair fell in her eye, as she leaned forward to place the wet cloth on Chase's stomach.
"Chase you need a tan," Michael said reaching for some potato chips on his press.
Chase turned to Michael, "I'll be getting a tan in my Salty Seagull costume when I start work this week with Sawyer,"
Zoey didn't give Chase eye-contact, she decided to act as if she didn't hear Sawyer's name. "How does that feel?"
"Okay, I guess," Chase said.
Zoey's hand touched Chase's skin as she adjusted the warm towel. "Maybe it's all in my head, Michael do you guys have any ginger ale in your mini-fridge?"
"No, but we do have three month old kool-aid, it's the best, and guess what flavor it is…blueberry."
"Uggh…blueberry," Chase sat up.
Zoey quickly reached for a trash can and then placed it right by Chase as he threw up. Her eyes softened and she pulled his hair back off of his forehead with her hand. She felt like a horrible person, was she the reason Chase had eaten so much and gotten sick.
After Chase was finished he laid back down.
"Nasty," Michael muttered.
"Do you want me to go down to the vendor machine and get you something to drink?" Zoey asked softly.
Chase slowly nodded, "Thanks Zoey,"
Zoey smiled back at him warmly, "Your welcome Chase, I'll be right back." She stood up and walked out of their dorm.
"I'll walk with you…it's after curfew hours and you'll get in even more trouble if your by yourself," Michael offered.
"Thanks Michael," She said.
Michael closed the door behind them. "Hey Zoey, I have an idea but I might need your help."
"Sure," Zoey was talking but she was deep in thought. Poor Chase.
"Chase needs a girlfriend…so I was thinking we could set him up on some blind dates…"
"No," Zoey said.
Michael was shocked. He thought he didn't hear her right. Did Zoey just say No.
"I mean…Chase doesn't want to go on blind dates…with random girls he doesn't even know." Zoey recovered. Her cheeks grew red and she walked off quickly.
Michael raised an eyebrow. "Hey wait, I'm supposed to be your escort!" He yelled running after her.
(Break)
Jordan was behind Nicole. He placed his arms around her, and with his hands together he applied force to her lower stomach.
Nicole clutched her throat. "He..Help," She gagged.
Jordan's cheeks were bright red, and his whole face was quickly transforming as well. He wasn't going to let anything happen to Nicole.
He gave her another stomach thrust, with more intensity.
Nicole's mouth opened, and a piece of shrimp flew out landing in Jordan's glass of water. They fell backwards, Nicole fell on Jordan, and he fell on the hard floor.
She coughed violently, and then tried to suck in as much air as she could.
Jordan patted her back, he was still sitting on the ground and he was staring back at her in concern.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
Nicole nodded, still struggling to get air into her lungs.
Jordan wiped a tear away from her eye with the back of his thumb. "Are you allergic to seafood?"
"I think," Nicole said with a small smile. She felt as if her breathing was starting to get to normal and the redness in her face was starting to go down. "You saved me again."
Jordan smiled, "If stuff like this keeps on happening then I am going to have to start charging you."
Nicole was so in love with this guy. She threw her arms around him, and rested her chin on his shoulders. She didn't care if all the snooty older people were looking at them as if they were crazy. Jordan had just saved her life again and she was forever grateful. "Thank you,"
Jordan was surprised that she was hugging him. At first he surprised, but then he allowed himself to loosen up. He wrapped his arms around Nicole as well.
"Your welcome,"
Nicole was giving him the grip of death. She didn't want to let him go.
"We can go somewhere else to eat," He said slowly getting up.
Nicole's eyes were closed and her arms were still wrapped around him.
"Uh Nicole," Jordan said trying to pry Nicole's arms from around his neck.
Nicole's eyes slowly fluttered open. "Oh hey,"
"Hey," Jordan grinned, "Let's get out of here, do you want hamburgers and fries instead."
"But you are going to have to pay for two different places…and that is a lot of money, I don't expect you to do that…I really don't…"
"I figured out what you like to do…you don't like war and politics but you like to talk."
Nicole blushed, "You got me," She glanced down at the shrimp that had came from her mouth which was now floating around in Jordan's drink, "I um…I am so sorry about that."
Jordan nodded, "Since you like to talk, we should hang out more. You're very interesting Nicole and I want to find out more about you."
"Me interesting…please." Nicole said bashfully.
"At least I think so," Jordan replied.
Heart be still. Glory Days. Hallellujah. I heart Jordan. Jordan hearts me. I want to have his family. All these thoughts were racing through Nicole's mind at the speed of light. Her thoughts weren't organized at all, but they were all saying the same thing, her crush on Jordan was more than a crush…it was love.
(Break)
Dana glanced into the mirror. Was she really straightening her hair for this mystery guy. Obviously she was. Dana leaned forward and smiled. She then frowned. If this guy was Logan, what was she going to do? Run into his arms and tell him how much she loved him too? Bad idea Dana. Logan is so full of himself that he might claim that it was all a game to set her up. Dana placed down her hair straightner, and then reached for a tube of lip gloss. What if she ended up looking like the fool in the end. That would hurt her so much. She didn't usually get hurt, because she wasn't one to wear her heart on her sleeve, but with Logan her heart was always right there.
There was a knock on the door.
Dana placed down her lip gloss, and turned to the door surprised. Who could that be? Was it possible…Logan…or her secret admirer wanted to meet her at her dorm. How risky, how scandalous…and even more how romantic!
Dana swung the door open, and then gasped. "Charlie!"
Charlie staggered into her dorm. His face was bruised, and blood was dripping from a wound in his forehead.
"Oh migod! What happened to you!" She screamed.
"Some kids they beat me…My head,"
Dana hurriedly sat him down on the floor, so his back could rest against her bed. She moved her clothes out of his way, and then reached under her bed for some hydrogen peroxide and a towel. "Why did they attack you? What did you…"
"I didn't do shit!" Charlie yelled.
Dana quickly poured some hydrogen peroxide onto the towel and placed it against Charlie's forehead. He did do something, and it wasn't good. Why was she staying with him, at once she felt sorry for him, but not anymore. He wasn't the decent guy she thought he was…he was someone else.
Charlie winced, "I'm sorry, I had to come to you like this Dana,"
"It's okay Charlie," Dana said sadly. She glanced at her clock in remorse. She had gotten ready for nothing, because she wasn't going to be able to meet her secret admirer tonight.
(Break)
Logan waited for Dana under the moonlight. He glanced up at the full moon and then at the roses in his hand. Dana was going to joke him, and make him feel like a complete idiot. And she had a right too, he had lost his edge. He was no longer Logan Reese the ladies man…somehow he had transformed into Logan Reese the wannabe Dana's man in a couple of weeks. He forced a smile onto his face, He didn't want to make her think he was joking when she came…but then again if she thought he was joking then he could play along, if she laughed at him.
But if things didn't go as planned, and Dana actually liked his gesture. Then he was going to give her the roses and the lyrics that he had stolen from Sawyer's room before leaving. Logan shifted his weight to his other foot. It seemed as if he had been waiting forever, but he knew Dana was going to come. Logan looked left and the right, everything was still, no one was walking, and the trees were even still. He sighed. Dana wasn't coming. He had hoped that she would come, so he could tell her the truth, but now he wasn't sure if he could do that anymore.
As Logan walked away he tossed the roses into the trash, and glanced at his lonesome shadow briefly as he walked back to his dorm.
( Classic Rock N' Roll fan, thanks for the review last time, after I submitted the chapter, I realized that I had missed you. I am so sorry. Thanks. youknowyouluvme01, right on the money, good job! Otempora, A-, that's even better in my book! Thanks, your awesome. Zxxbmsgirl 3148- Thanks for the all the support! ludaverse, it's okay to hate Sawyer. It seems as if half or the reviewers want him to be with Zoey, and the other half want Zoey to be with Chase. Jakusa, Zoey is wrong, and people will get hurt. It's not intentional on her part, but it's inevitable. Mrs. Matthew Underwood- Thanks so much. At first I was trying to figure out who Matthew was and then I realized it was Logan…duh. I like his character too. Sevenleafclovergrl-7, your right! You got the ball rolling. Thanks for continuing to review my story. I will definitely share the love and review your story as well as some others. Thanks once again for the reviews, they keep me going…and it's good to know that people actually like this story no matter how crazy it gets sometimes…(Charlie) lol. Peace.