Hi, again! 20 chapters! EVERYBODY SCREAM! Yeah, ok, happy moment over. 113 reviews! I'm so happy, I think I'll dance! No, I'm not much of a dancer, anyway! Yeah, so there's DL stuff coming so read and enjoy! The next few chapters will be center around the disastrous duo. None other than Dana and Logan. I know, I'm awesome.

Ashley: To clear up something, the whole Artemis/Poseidon thing, that was all happening in a place between the living and the dead. When Chase and Zoey passed out, they weren't dead but weren't alive either. They were in-between. It's kind of getting the wind knocked out of you. Hope that cleared things up for you. Thanks for reading!

RECAP

Chase looked at her. Zoey motioned him to come closer with her index finger, like she had a secret to tell him. She had one of the sexiest smirks he had ever seen. This was Zoey Brooks. Zoey Brooks never smirked, but it did excite Chase a little. Zoey began to whisper in his ear, and as she did, Chase's grin got so wide. Zoey pulled him into a passionate kiss. Chase was caught off guard but did kiss her back. He was addicted to Zoey. She was like a drug to him; one he needed to have or he would go insane. His hand rested on her face, caressing her rosy cheek. Zoey moaned under his touch and they continued to kiss some more. This, my dear readers, was the definition of euphoria. All this happened while Artemis and Poseidon were right there. When Zoey and Chase realized they hadn't left yet, they pulled away, faces going a deep shade of scarlet.

CHASE: Umm, sorry.

ZOEY: Yeah...uh, sorry.

POSEIDON: It's cool.

ARTEMIS: No worries...Anyway, you two lovebirds need to go. And fast. Take care, Chase.

POSEIDON: Same goes for you, Zoey.

Zoey and Chase nodded. They hugged their guardians, and in a flash of blue and green light, Artemis and Poseidon disappeared. Soon Zoey and Chase were enveloped in a white light and the happy couple were sent back to those who loved and cared about them the most...

Chapter 20: Boys and Surfboards

Logan sat in silence, trying to process what just happened. Life was easier at PCA. He'd flirt with every girl he set his eyes on, and Dana would argue with him. It was easier that way. Now, his relationship with Dana was on thin ice. Before, it wouldn't have bothered him so much, but now…he didn't know anymore. He could easily get any girl he wanted, but he didn't want another girl. He wanted Dana. Everything from her curls and big brown eyes to the way dimples formed when she smiled, which was rare. Or her death glares would make his heart beat faster.

His mother's death.

Her death affected Logan so bad. At first, he hated her for leaving. A mom was supposed to protect her kids, and Malcolm didn't give Logan and Samantha a second glance. Logan sighed and ran a hand through his curly hair. He didn't realize how much power Dana had over him. She controlled his emotions, his thoughts, even his very sanity. It scared the hell out of Logan at times and excited him all at once.

Then there was Sammie.

He hated fighting with his sister, but sometimes her playing the "protective big sister" overwhelmed him. Maybe losing a mother did that to you. Maybe his mom dying made Logan selfish a person. He sat on a rafter, and looked straight ahead. Just thinking. The eight years he had with his mom was so hard to forget. His mind wandered going back to a time where it was just Logan and Margaret. Samantha loved her mother, but she was a Daddy's Girl, and Logan was more attached to his mother. He subconsciously smiled as he remembered a Mother/Son moment.

FLASHBACK

Six-year-old Logan lay wide awake in bed. There was a thunderstorm outside and he was wide awake because of the rain against his window pane. The thunder crashed outside and lightning flashed outside of his bedroom. Thunderstorms always made him nervous. Ok, Logan was downright scared. His nine-year-old sister Samantha slept quietly in the room across from him. He sunk deeper into his bed, and thunder seemed to crash louder. Tears of fear rolling down the young boy's cheek. In fear, he shot up and ran out of his room. Logan wanted Sammie. Logan wanted his Daddy. Logan wanted his Mommy. He wanted someone to make the storm go away.

He ran down the mansion's halls, and ended by his mother's door. He was so scared; he pounded on the door, as more tears spilled out of his brown eyes. He just needed his mother there to tell him everything was going to be okay. Finally, Logan stood sniffling in front of a worried but sleepy Margaret Reese. Margaret's heart broke, instantly as Logan hid his face in her silk robe, silently crying as his mother wrapped her arms wrapped his small frame.

Margaret gently pulled away from Logan and got down to the six-year-old's level. Margaret wiped Logan's tears away, but he was just sniffling and he held on to his mom, tightly. Another boom of thunder sounded, and Logan trembled in his mother's arms.

MARGARET: Logan…what's wrong?

LOGAN: I-I'm scared, Mommy. It's so scary outside. I want to sleep with you today.

MARGARET: I'm sorry, baby. Mommy's here. I won't let anything happen to you, ok?

LOGAN: Promise?

MARGARET: Of course, I love you. Now, who's my Loggiebear?

Logan's little face lit up, and there was a twinkle in his eyes. He smiled at his Mom, who smiled back. Logan felt safe, but the lightning still scared him a little.

LOGAN: Me! I'm your Loggiebear!

MARGARET (laughing): Good boy… Come on, let's go back to my bed, ok?

Logan nodded yes, sleepily. Margaret picked up her sleepy son and walked into her bedroom. Her husband, Malcolm was a famous movie director, and was barely home. Tonight was one of those nights. Margaret laid Logan down on her bed, and then she crept into bed. Logan looked at her, and Margaret looked back smiling. Logan's eyelids grew heavier as he smiled. His mother rubbed his tummy as he fell asleep because she had been doing that ever since he was a baby. He seemed to like that.

MARGARET: Goodnight. I love you, Logan.

Lightning flashed but Logan was smiling, because of the sense of security Margaret had given him. He replied her sleepily.

LOGAN: 'Night. I love you too, Mommy.

Soon soft breathing could be heard from Logan. He looked so peaceful as he slept. Margaret leaned over and kissed his forehead. Before long, both mother and son slept contently in each other's arms.

END FLASHBACK

Logan still sat down looking straight ahead, tears brimming around his eyes but he blinked them away. He had to because there was someone behind him, and a voice made sure of that. When Logan finally broke his gaze, Dylan Brooks was behind him. Dylan sat down beside him, and there was silence for a little while before Dylan spoke again. Logan said nothing, however. He was too busy thinking about everything. He hated to admit it, the prospect of Chase and Zoey dying made him uneasy. He couldn't lose anymore people.

DYLAN: Hey Logan. How you holdin' up?

Logan sighed. Maybe talking would help. He needed to get so many things off his chest. What did he have to lose? Oh, yeah. Everything.

LOGAN: Oh, Hey Dylan. I don't know anymore. Everything is just so—

Logan's voice trailed off. He was pretty much grasping at straws.

DYLAN: Messed up?

LOGAN: Exactly. I may have blown my relationship. My sister hates me, Chase and Zoey may be gone, my mom's dead and we have a maniac obsessed with your sister out to kill us. Usually, I don't care what people say or think because I know I'm right, and that's it, but now…it's all different.

DYLAN: But I may lose my sister. She could be gone. Dustin and I may lose Zoey. And then what am I gonna tell him?

LOGAN: Harsh. Sorry, seriously.

DYLAN: It's ok, but Zoey's a fighter. If I know my sister, she won't let something like this get her down.

LOGAN: I wish Sammie and I were as tight. Great, Logan Reese jealous of someone else. It's usually the other way around, but whatever.

DYLAN: You guys are tight. Sammie adores you underneath the manicures and pedicures she's had. Believe me, those are pretty nice.

Logan gave Dylan a weird look. Since did Dylan get pampered? It wasn't a crime, but it was foreign to him for some strange reason. Dylan decided to clear this up, seeing the Logan just gave him.

DYLAN: She dragged me along. What can I say? She's very persuasive like that.

LOGAN: That has Sammie written all over it.

DYLAN: Yeah. But can I give you some advice? You know, man to man?

LOGAN: Ok, I guess.

DYLAN: First of all, Samantha was looking out for you. That's what older siblings do. I look out for Zoey all the time. I know if Noah and Stacy were here, they would say they'd do the same thing for Nicole and Michael. I kind of know where you're coming from; you were frustrated and needed an outlet, right?

Logan looked surprised and cocked an eyebrow. So, that's where Zoey's ability to read people came from.

LOGAN: Yeah.

DYLAN: Well, Samantha may be mad but she'll cool down. That glaring match was getting too heated. I mean that in a literal sense as well. She does love you. I know, it's none of my business, but I'm so sorry about your mom. I can imagine how hard it must've been for you guys. Logan, Samantha acts like she's gotten over it, but she hasn't. She's so bitter, sometimes. Last year, she took up smoking, man. We finally got her to quit, which she successfully did, but 6 months ago—

Logan was wide-eyed by now. Sammie used to smoke? What happened six months ago? Why did Dylan stop? Logan found his voice.

LOGAN: Dude, what happened?

DYLAN: Samantha tried to kill herself. She downed a whole bottle of sleeping pills, and she cut her arm up pretty bad. Blood everywhere. I healed the cuts, but if I didn't get her to the hospital in time, the sleeping pills would've taken full effect. She had to get her stomach pumped.

Logan was too shocked to speak. He had to talk to Sammie now.

DYLAN: Courtney, Noah, me, Stacy, and even Bryan were terrified, but we were all relieved, because she hadn't died on us.

LOGAN: Thank you.

DYLAN (confused): For what?

LOGAN: For saving my sister. She would've died without me knowing it. I lost my mom and don't really care too much about my Dad. He's just trying to buy me off, as always. Not that I'm complaining. But thanks.

DYLAN: No problem at all. Sammie's my best friend.

LOGAN: Man, I don't know what to do with Dana now. She's all mad at me. I was just mad about her though.

DYLAN: I'm not sure, but I can tell you, she loves you. She's stubborn because Bryan is exactly like that. But you have something good going. Don't let one small misunderstanding mess you guys up. Go talk to her.

LOGAN: I want a fancy funeral. Nothing cheap.

DYLAN (laughing): She's can't be that bad, and if she is…wear a helmet. Ok?

LOGAN (laughing): Thanks. I guess you're right. You kinda made me feel better. You know, before you came I was thinking about my mother.

DYLAN: Well, that's good. Just because she's passed on, doesn't mean her memory has to.

LOGAN: Yeah, but I should get started on my last Will and Testament.

DYLAN: She can't be that bad—

LOGAN: It's Dana. Great, now I'll be having an early vasectomy. Lucky me.

DYLAN: Not the army down south!

LOGAN: Oh yeah. It'll be under attack because of Dana.

DYLAN: Ouch. I feel for you. I really do, but you have to risk it.

LOGAN (sigh):

Dylan and Logan laughed. Logan couldn't believe it. No way someone this cool was related Zoey Brooks. He liked Dylan—a lot. They bonded over the stupidest things.

LOGAN: Hey Dyl?

DYLAN: Yeah?

LOGAN: How about you and me having a little surfing match?

DYLAN: Ok, if you can handle defeat…

LOGAN: Oh, please. Water's your element but I can totally take you on.

DYLAN: Name the time and place. I'll be there.

LOGAN: You're on.

Dylan and Logan jumped down, getting off the high rafters. They did a couple backflips at the same time and landed on their feet. It was so cool. They walked off laughing. Little did they know, like Courtney and Dana, Chase and Zoey's surprise would rock their worlds…

DYLAN: Nice form.

LOGAN: You too. Cool backfilp.

DYLAN: Let's head back now.

LOGAN: Ok. You know what? I like you.

DYLAN: I like you too, Logan. But I'll kick your butt on the waves.

LOGAN (laughing): Sure you will…Just keep thinking that. The Loganator always bounces back, my friend.

A/N: That's Chapter 20. Now Dylan and Logan are cool too. Hooray for me! Anyway, review review review. Next Bryan and Samantha have their own talk.

--Tears on my Pillow.