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"So how was it?"

Logan groaned and grabbed a glass of water, chugging it down in a matter of seconds. He dropped the glass in the sink and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Tiring," he grumbled. "The worst experience of my life. Do poor people really do that for a living?" He shoved his hand in his pockets as he waited for Dana to finish cleaning up the kitchen.

"Oh, stop being a baby," Dana said, rolling her eyes as she wiped the counter clean. "There weren't even a lot of people here today." She paused to roll her sleeves up. "But I must say, you did a lot better than I thought you would. You only screamed in protest and begged for your cigarettes about… what was it...?"

"Only nineteen times," Logan mumbled. "That's not that bad."

"Sure it isn't," Dana said, smirking. She finished cleaning the kitchen and grabbed her bag. Saying good-bye to Tammy who was still working for another hour, Dana led Logan out of the tree house and the two of them headed back to PCA. It was nearly dark now and the sun was slowly disappearing. Noticing how much Dana was shivering, Logan took his jacket off and gave it to her.

Dana raised her eyebrows. "What's this? You want me to hold your jacket for you?"

"No, I want you to wear it," Logan said, giving her a sharp look.

"Why would you want me to wear your jacket?"

"You look cold and I… I'm hot, ok?" Logan threw the jacket over Dana's shoulders and started walking ahead of her. "Just do me a favour and take it off my hands for now." He turned around. "I just want you to know that I gave you that jacket because I'm hot, not because you're cold!" He started running.

Dana smiled. "Hey! Wait up! I have to stay with you and make sure you don't start smoking or something!" She hurried to catch up with the running Logan. The two of them ran and laughed together, something they had never done before. As they hurried to get to the warmth of the school, they both had the same thought in their head. Am I still in love with this person?

"I've lost my journal! Have you seen it?"

Quinn had been running all over the school between classes, searching for her lost journal. What could have happened to it? She didn't want it falling into wrong hands- or even worse. Michael's hands! She was desperately grabbing random peoples' shirt collars and asking them if they had seen her beloved journal. They had all either said no or threatened to call the police if she didn't unhand them.

Quinn entered the bathroom. She took her glasses off so she could wash her face at the sink. Her cheeks were burning as she thought about what would happen if Michael found her journal and discovered her true feelings for him. She took a deep breath. Calm down, Quinn… maybe no one found it. Maybe it's just lying around somewhere… yeah. That must be it!

She was just about to leave when she heard a muffled sound in one of the stalls. Frowning, she turned around to see where the sound was coming from. Only one of the stall doors was closed and it was the one furthest down. Quinn slowly walked along the row of sinks. The muffled sound became louder.

"Hello?" Quinn hesitantly reached out a hand and knocked on the stall door. It opened and Quinn gasped. "Oh my Lord… Nicole! What happened to you?"

Nicole stood there, her eyes red and wet with tears. Her entire face looked puffed out and her hair was matted down as if she had been lying on the floor. Her cheeks were tstreaked with tears and she was shaking uncontrollably as Quinn reached out to give her a hug.

"Q-Quinn…" She sobbed into her friend's shoulder, trying to stop the tears, but unable to. She attempted to take a deep breath, but found that she couldn't. Her throat was tight, closing over and making her sputter. "Q-Quinn…"

"Nicole, what's wrong?" Quinn asked, trying to make her voice sound gentle.

Nicole couldn't speak so she just shook her head and cried into Quinn's shoulder. She felt helpless and lost and she just didn't know what to do except cry. Quinn didn't ask anymore questions, but let her cry. They both knew the truth would come out later. For now, all Nicole could do was cry and Quinn was there for her.

Zoey awoke that morning and quickly changed into a green t-shirt and the Pants. Grabbing a jacket, she went out to get some fresh air before going to breakfast. The wind whipped at her face. She jumped up and down to keep warm. Memories from the previous night flooded back to her and she smiled.

She headed down the trail, bouncing as she did. She twirled as she walked and started humming a random song. She was just about to head to the main hall where they had breakfast, when someone tapped her on the shoulder from behind. She turned around and saw Thomas Robinson, Chase's cabin mate, grinning at her.

"Hi," he said, waving.

"Um, hey," Zoey replied, sounding confused. She had barely uttered a word to Thomas since they arrived at camp and they barely talked at school, but there he stood before her, saying hello. She glanced around. "Uh… if you're looking for Chase, I'm not sure where he is." She smiled. Saying his name made her stomach churn.

"I'm not looking for Chase, I was looking for you," Thomas admitted, blushing.

Zoey frowned. "Oh… well, you found me!" She laughed awkwardly. "So what's up?"

"I have a confession to make," Thomas said, looking at the ground. "I… well… I have a really huge crush on you and I just thought you should know that." He paused and then ran away. Zoey stood there, dumbfounded. Then she turned and walked to the main hall.

The words sunk all the way in once she was in line to get some pancakes. Thomas' confession lingered in her mind for the whole morning, then the entire afternoon, and then all evening.