The violin introduction to 'I don't Wanna Miss a Thing' by Aerosmith curled it's way out of the speakers. There was a sudden rush to the dancefloor.

Zoey bit her lip.

"Chase, do you want to dance?" she asked nervously, drawing a heart out on the floor with the tip of her toe.

"Excuse me?" He asked, turning and staring at her in alarm.

Did she just…did…just…

"Sorry," Zoey apologized quickly, "I mean, only if you…naw, I'm sorry."

"Did you just ask me to dance?" He asked quietly, his voice quivering at the very prospect. Zoey nodded, turning red, even in the darkness.

"Only if you want to, I mean," she said hurriedly, "If you'd rather then…that's cool and uh…"

Chase grinned, the same goofy grin that made her knees buckle. He held out a hand. She took it.

As he lead her to the dancefloor, shoots of lightning sent to the very tips of her fingers.

"I hate this song."

"It's such a couples song."

"You're stepping on my foot."

"I think you'll find you're stepping on mine."

Logan and Dana rotated on the spot, three songs had passed since Logan had asked her to dance it the first place and yet neither of them had let go, despite claiming how lame each other were at dancing.

"Dana, you'd tell me the truth, right?" Logan drew her closer, so her body was pressed against his. Her initial instinct was to fight her way back out and then maybe swing him around the jaw a la Jackson Rennison on the basketball court against OCD Academy last week. But it had been a long time since she'd ever been this close to a guy, a living, breathing guy.

Not like she'd been slow dancing with corpses or anything, but she liked the way the warmth of his body shot right through to her very finger tips, how his cologne lingered around her nostrils, how his muscles felt underneath that shirt.

Okay, don't get too porno.

"Yeah…I suppose," she said dreamily, her head over his shoulder. It was a lot easier like that, because they couldn't see each other. They just felt.

"Can you tell me the honest truth," he said quietly, Dana straining to hear him Steve Tyler's voice, "do you ever think of me, when you shouldn't?"

"I uh…I suppose I uh…" she was grateful he couldn't see her face, because she was dithering and panicking.

"Sorry, silly question, of course you do, it says so in your journal," Logan laughed lightly. Dana didn't even want to hit him.

Though he's lucky I don't.

Want to hit him I mean.

"Do you?" She asked softly, closing her eyes, "Think of me?"

"All the time."

Dana felt her heart hammer.

"All the time?" She repeated weakly, "Seriously?"

"You're the object of my mind, 24/7, I'm totally obsessed with you," he continued, "just the way you say things, your face, your hair, your body, your personality, your sass, your temper…if I didn't know any better…"

"Don't say it," she hugged him tighter, "you've got to understand Logan I have this problem. If I get with you, I'd inadvertedly end it as soon as I started freaking out," she paused, "which would be straight away."

"Dana…could you not even try to –"

"Just listen, I don't want us to be estranged in the sense that we can't even stand each other. And I mean for real, not this fake thing we've been doing. I couldn't bare to think you mad at me…I'd rather we just…pretended to dislike each other together. It's too special for me to wreck."

"I don't understand…why didn't you just sa-"

"Hey, you should've known," she smirked, "you read my journal after all."

Logan laughed, but it wasn't a jovial laugh, a sort of empty laugh.

"But we have tonight, and we have this song," she continued, "and tomorrow, I guess it'll be back to normal."

"Then I hope this song lasts forever."

There was no awkwardness for Zoey nor Chase as they held each other. As soon as the familiar scent of Chase reached Zoey she knew she was where she should be, his warmth, his body close to hers. And to her favorite song…surely, someone up there was trying to tell her something.

Or maybe it was just Nicole, who was wildly mouthing 'WTF!' over in her direction to Michael, Addie Rennison and Quinn. 'How did that happen?'

She ignored the goggling eyes of her friends (well, she didn't know Addie that well but she was nice enough at the pupil council meeting) and settled her face against Chase's chest. He seemed a lot taller than he usually was, like he was towering over her.

Protecting me. Because he cares.

As they turned, she saw Dana and Logan in the same position, whispering to each others' ears, looking both blissfully happy and heart broken at the same time.

Well I saw that one coming.

Chase smelt the aroma of peach shampoo rise from Zoey's flaxen hair and he closed his eyes. This was the sort of things dreams were made of.

But it really is happening.

Her arms around his neck, her face against his chest. Chase was trying as hard as he could not to have a coronary.

Every moment spent with you, is a moment I treasure…

He held her tighter. He could almost feel the love coursing through all his veins and spreading throughout his body, as long as Zoey was there, dancing with him.

"Chase…, did you see Quinn earlier tonight?"

Chase didn't want to look down in fear that Zoey might let go for an answer.

"Yeah, I went to go get punch with Mike and she was shouting about some sort of magic potion," he laughed lightly.

"Did you guys try it?"

"Yeah, Mike's tasted like basketballs, video games and what he could only describe as 'hot chicks.'" He rolled his eyes, "Like they have a tasteAnd how, how on earth could you taste video games? Sometimes I wonder about him…"

"What did it taste like for you?"

Why is she asking me this?

"Um…it tasted like sugar, Gucci Envy – Addie told me so – and uhm…"

Zoey giggled to herself.

"Who on earth do you know that wears Gucci Envy?" she asked into his chest, his t-shirt tickling as her mouth moved.

"Oh, no one, just an old friend…"

"A girl?"

"No erm, a guy."

"Wearing Gucci Envy?" She frowned. He could feel it.

"I just really like the smell, it entices me."

You shouldn't lie to her. Gucci Envy used to mean a lot more to you than a smell. Or a taste. Or whatever.

"Well, what was the third taste?"

"Honey, golden honey, like…Southern honey."

"Is there even such a thing?" She asked, "Southern honey?"

She paused a minute. Discreetly, hoping Chase didn't notice, she sniffed her arm. The Estée Lauder lotion she had put on – the same lotion she put on every morning – smelt like something.

Southern Honey – was what it had said on the bottle.

Southern honey.

"Can I tell you something?" She breathed slowly, "you must promise not to laugh."

"I wouldn't laugh at you. Not ever."

"Mine's smelt like honey too, like the honey at my yard back home, and sea breeze, at the beach at sunset and…well…" she bit her lip, "the last one smelt like you. Does that sound silly?"

Chase stiffened slightly. He kept rotating, but his brain had possibly stopped working. Zoey could feel his heart hammering on her ear.

"Chase?"

She looked up at him. He looked down at her.

"The Southern honey…" she raised her hand up to Chase's nose, "it's me, isn't it. I don't know the different between Southern honey and normal honey but 'Southern Honey's what's written on my lotion bottle."

He blinked.

"Chase…do you like my lotion…cause I can lend you some…or…do you like me?"

He mouthed wordlessly for a moment. 'Don't Wanna Miss A Thing' morphed into 'Incomplete' by Dru Hill. Her second favorite song. This was definitely getting creepy.

"You," he finally said, his whole body heating up.

She smiled.

"Are you real nervous?" She asked, running a hand down his shoulder, "You needn't be. I really like you too. I had a dream about you last night…" she trailed off, laughing at herself, "hey, I gotta keep some things to myself, right?"

Chase laughed in relief.

No, this is what thingies are thingied of. Dreams. This is what made are dreams of. Wait a minute, that's not right, this is what drea…I can't even think straight.

They continued dancing for a while, Zoey resuming her usual position with Chase. Her heart was beating at six hundred miles per hour.

Is this what love is? Is this what it feels like?

"Chase…I think I'm in love with you."

She couldn't believe those words had just slipped out of her mouth without even realizing.

Oh my God, please no…

Chase's head was spinning. The night before, he had dreamt that at the dance, Zoey realize how madly in love she was with him. He'd take her in his arms, and kiss her, and they'd live happily ever after.

That afternoon, the whole thing had seemed extremely unrealistic when Harry let them all in on Art's little secret crush. Arten Sinclair was the most popular guy in school, and Chase had heard Nicole and Zoey talk about him. Like he was God or something.

And now, even though she knew that the most popular guy in school was vying for her attention, she was choosing to dance with him? Her goofball best friend that-happened-to-be-a-boy since she was thirteen?

"I'm still in love with you," he said quietly, her hair tickling his nose, "even if you wear weird lotion and let things slip out of your mouth when you don't mean it and have really bad taste in music."

She laughed, pulling back.

Do it now. Do it. Right. Now.

Here goes nothing.

He cupped her face in her hands, she went on her tip-toes. For seconds, they looked at each other, trying to take in every detail of this perfect moment.

Do it!

He nudged forwards, his lips brushing against hers. She found them, and kissed him. She kissed him back.

I can make believe that I have everything,

But I can't pretend that I don't see…

That without you girl, my life is incomplete.