Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long, like i said, I wasn't sure whether to continue. Had a flash of inspiration last night so decided to write the next chapter. There's probably only gonna be one more chapter- from nobody's POV.

Thanks to all my lovely reviewers i love you all :D

And State of Pandemonium, thanks for the comment on my oneshot. Yeah, my pen name is from a Panic! At The Disco song lol.

Disclaimer: Do i really have to tell you i dont own it? You should know by now lol.

Nobody's POV

She saw him again a few days later, and she couldn't avoid him that time. She walked right into him as he came around the corner. She was daydreaming of the city of love, and what might have been… it was like the memory of that night had been engraved into her heart with a bittersweet reminder, and she couldn't get it out of her head. He had seen her coming, she realised as he blushed and tried to act nonchalant about their collision. He had been walking, and staring, and wishing. Just as she had. She bent down to pick up her bag, just as he leant down to get it for her. Their hands touched, and they both pulled away. The touch had set them both on fire. And so, they realised that they had to deal with the problem before it got out of hand. After all, it wasn't like it had been love, nobody had had their heart broken…or had they?

Dana's POV

Logan Reese meant so much to me. It was stupid to go to Paris. I realise that now. Although, if I hadn't gone, he may not have had the chance to miss me, or the chance to care. I don't know why I agreed to go. I guess I was running away, and the extra place in the exchange program gave me an excuse.

I got scared, ok? The infamous 'Danger' Cruz was scared of loving somebody. And yeah, I said loving. I know I'm only young still, but that feeling was way more than infatuation. It was way too strong to be anything else. Ever since that night, I've wished that Pierre had understood.

Before I went to meet Logan at the ET, I dropped in on Pierre. We talked for a while, and soon I started to get irritated by how passive and calm he was. I started to try and make him angry… it's an old habit I guess, to try and whip up some form of passion that I know I can equal. But… I don't know, Pierre just didn't want to fight. That was what I needed… I needed him to hate me. In the end, I told him I loved him, but not in the kind of way that meant we should be together. He followed me to the ET…it turns out his English didn't extend to the sentence "I just want to be friends".

He proceeded to stick his tongue down my throat, giving a whole new meaning to the term 'French Kiss'.

Of course, Logan had to witness it. By the time I'd realised what Pierre was doing and pulled away, Logan was running away. Running out of my life, just like I'd run out of his over a year before. I tried calling, I tried everything.

He would have nothing to do with me. I convinced myself he didn't care, and that was why he didn't wait. Now I'm finding that it probably wasn't the case. I think he tried to hate me, but couldn't bring himself to stop caring. Now I hate myself for hurting him, and I wish he could love me.

That way, he might forgive me, even if he doesn't forget.

Logan's POV

She's still beautiful. She's just…Dana, you know? So gorgeous, and perfect that it hurts to look at her. And she's smart. Brains and beauty. She's got this amazingly quick wit, this edge of sarcasm to her voice and an incredibly naughty little giggle. In France, I saw her laugh, I saw her smile, I saw her dance, I saw her sparkle….

I saw her cry.

I don't think she knew I saw. It was our second day there. I kissed her… it was stupid, considering what I knew about Pierre, but I needed to. Weird, huh? I just felt this overwhelming urge to protect her, and to hold her… Later that night she broke up with Pierre. She did it over the phone, speaking in French. Little did she know how many French lessons I took in preparation for the visit. Little did she know the YEARS of French I'd endured due to my dad's tendency to date French girls. Little did she know that I was as fluent as she was, and I heard every word.

I don't know what his answer was, but I think she accidentally convinced him he could win her back.

I heard her say she loves me.

I love Logan way too much.

Those were her exact words… in French of course.

I think that scared her… I mean it certainly scared me. I tried to convince myself she was just saying it. I even tried to tell myself that I didn't feel just as strongly about her.

The next few days were the best of my life. No more kissing…we were pretending we were friends. Lots of banter, sarcastic quips and a few cheesy lines thrown in from my direction. Of course, a lot of French girls checked me out, but I wasn't interested. I had Dana! DANA CRUZ! Why would I need anyone else?

Thinking about it, we just seemed to fit. Even when we weren't together… we were TOGETHER, like we'd known each other forever. That spark's still there. I've felt it since coming back here to PCA. I think maybe…just maybe befriending her again, making peace with her might actually be OK. I mean, I'd get to spend time with her, even if she did go back to Pierre when she supposedly loved me.

It will hurt, but maybe she'll learn to love me the way I love her. If not…well I don't know what I'll do. She still has my heart, or what's left of it. I may well give the rest to her, see what she does. She's strong enough to stand spending time with me without breaking down, and Reese men don't cry. So…friends.

I just want her to be happy again. She looks so pretty when she smiles…