Sorry about the wait. I was on vacation and had no time to write. Thanks to the counts four people who have reviewed my story so far, it means a lot to me that you enjoy it. I know a bunch of people have read my story and haven't reviewed…. don't be scared! I want to know what you think! Anyway, on with the story…

Tonight Will Be My Night

Chapter Three

It was Friday afternoon and Chase sat at his desk, staring at his completed history paper. Normally, he would be staying up late Sunday night finishing any type of homework, but with so many things going through his head, he needed something to focus on. Now that he was finished, he could think again. Not that he wanted to. His life had been changing dramatically the past week. More specifically, his relationship with Zoey.

Maybe it was because graduation was less than a month away now, and the life they knew at PCA would be over. Soon, they would all leave for college, a thought that scared Chase, but made him anxious as well. Maybe the near changes were making Zoey act different. Her actions were so confusing.

Tuesday night they had been eating Chinese food on the floor in his room watching a movie. They acted as friends would, sharing food and laughing at the movie at all the right moments. However, during the movie, after they had eaten all the dumplings and sesame chicken they could hold, his head had found itself in her lap. She touched his hair the way she usually does after a few shots of vodka at a party. She's never done this sober, he noted. It was a more intimate feeling. He could hardly understand it himself, but the feel of fingers running through his hair wasn't the playful touching he was used to. There was something more. Chase knew that Zoey would never normally act this way without her blood running with alcohol. The next day she acted hardly talked to him, she had hardly talked to anyone, he realized. Zoey had something important on her mind. She had left Chase in confusion for the rest of the week. He could tell that they were changing. Before, they had been the closets of friends. But even through the past few years, he never really stopped loving her. Chase couldn't sort out his thoughts at all, and that, more than anything else, was bothering him because this seemed very important to figure out.

Tonight, as usual, was another party. The last one before the big graduation party at the very end of the year. Chase would talk to her then.

In Chase's mind, all the parties were the same. The only thing that ever changed was the house. The people acted the same, drank the same, and even vomited the same. But he still came. He realized that night why. He liked the monotony. However, looking around the kitchen, he could tell that tonight wasn't going to be like the other nights.

People were gathered around the kitchen counters pouring their shots. Usually, Zoey would be next to Nicole and Dana with her favorite shotglass, which she had once called her best friend, but tonight, she sat at the kitchen table with Chase, sharing a beer. Tonight was different, just as the week had been. He wanted to talk to her, but hadn't the faintest idea where to start. The silence wasn't awkward, he noticed. That made him feel better. He had planned to talk to her, but he couldn't find the right words to explain his feelings. Maybe I can just sit here the rest of night. He suddenly felt her hand on his.

"I want to always be with you, Chase." Her soft eyes looked right at him, and he knew she meant it. A smile found it's way across his face. Chase wanted to tell her he loved her and kiss her in front of everyone, he knew they all expected it. But before he had any time to find the right words, they were interrupted.

"Hey Chase! Zoey!" screamed Logan, slamming himself in a seat across from them. "We're all headed outside. You coming?"

They followed Logan to the back porch, where they saw Nicole, Dana, and Quinn forming a circle as Michael lit a blunt, taking a hit.

"Quinn! What are you doing here!" screeched Zoey as she ran up and hugged her.

"I though I'd make an appearance to the last party. Besides, the girl who lives here invited me, and I thought it would be rude to reject her."

They all sat together. The group of friends all looked around at each other. For the past six years they had been together. At first, the friendships they had forged were just friendly, but now, Logan could be seen with Quinn in the campus café 9having ditched his jock friends), talking and laughing over hot apple cider as she tried to explain her next and newest experiment. Quinn had seemed so random in their group of friends, but here she was with the rest of them, the blunt lighting up her face with a soft orange glow. The seven kids were inseparable. Sitting in the circle, Chase could tell that they were all thinking the same thing. I will never have friends like this again.

They began to talk about memories. The funniest (when Logan burnt off some hair in the chemistry lab and it took him two months to grow it back. The look on his face every morning, according to Chase and Michael, was indescribable), the saddest (When Dana left for one year. They had spent the first week of school moping around campus), and the best, which varied from person to person.

"What about you, Chase? What's the best memory you have from PCA?" asked Zoey, as she inhaled and passed it to Chase, holding it in her mouth and lungs. As he looked at her, he couldn't contain himself any longer. There was only one thing to do. "I don't think it's happened yet." He took a hit and before he could think twice, he kissed her, and she kissed back. They were oblivious to Logan's whooping and Nicole's squeal. He barley noticed the flash of a camera as they parted their mouths, the smoke rising gently from their lips. All he could think about was how breathtaking her lips felt upon his. Without having to think, he broke the kiss, grabbed her hand, and together, they moved their way through the mass of people and left the party.

The cloudless night sky was filled with bright shining stars. Chase couldn't help but look over at Zoey as they drove the windy road along the beach back to his dorm. The light of the sparkling stars illuminated her skin in a soft blue and her hair was whipping delicately around her face. The air was warm, but the wind refreshingly cool. The perfection of the night was exactly the way that Chase was feeling inside.

His room was dark as they entered. He turned on a dim light and shyly turned to face Zoey, scratching the back of his head. She kissed him lightly on the lips and entered the room, closing the door behind her.

"Zoey…" She turned and looked him. He took a deep breath. "I've been racking my brain all week trying to find the perfect thing to say to you, but nothing seemed right until tonight. I guess all I can really say," she gazed upon him with hungering eyes, walking slowly towards him, "is that, I love you. I always have and," he wrapped his arms around her, "I always will."

She kissed him, this time with more passion. They kissed like it was the only way to survive, and Chase thought; I'll never be able to survive another day without her kiss.

They laid down on his bed without breaking the kiss. His hands traveled down her sides as her hands lifted the shirt off his back. He began to unbutton her blouse, softly kissing her neck and chest. The feeling of their bodies pressed together was hard to explain, and the touch of her hands on his back indescribable, but through this show of love Chase was beginning to feel complete. He unbuttoned her skirt, kissing her stomach. Zoey giggled lightly as Chase glanced up at her. She was perfect in every way. He even thought her faults were perfect. In all seriousness, he had always told her that her "corn chip" toenail was beautiful. She always thought he was joking, but Chase loved everything about her, Snack look-alike toenails included.

He moved back to her lips, kicking off his own pants. He knew they were about to take a big step quickly, but neither of them wanted to stop. They had gone years trying to suppress a love so powerful that even as friends, people smiled because they saw a bond beyond friendship. They were stronger together than they were apart. Chase was exploding on the inside. He had loved her for so long, and he had fooled himself to think that he could be just friends with her. But no more did he have to hide. He was in love. Chase flipped them so that Zoey now straddled him, breaking the kiss. She looked at him. He could feel that she wasn't just looking at his eyes; he was looking into his soul, and into his heart.

"I love you, Chase." Her voice was quiet and tender, and he could tell that she was feeling the same way he was. They had shared three that had been kept tightly inside them for much to long. Bending down she kissed him once again, his hands brushing through her blonde hair. Inside, their bodies filled with sparkling stars and an ocean breeze. After so many years of wondering, Chase and Zoey found their answer. They would always be together.

Still not the end! I have more to write about. Expect at least two more chapters, but maybe three. Please review!

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