I'm really pissed cause i thought this was a Dana and Logan pairing story and it seems that the drama never stops and it's getting too stupid when is there going to be a happy moment for dana and logan. please.tell.me.i'm.not.wasting.my.time!

You see this? This is a review i got. Needless to say, i didn't like it. That kinda thing really doesn't inspire me to write, you know. So I wanna say thank you to the nice reviewers. And to the anonymous reviewer who posted the above...Piss off. If you don't like my story...well frankly i don't give a damn.

The story is Dana/Logan, in case you wondered. This chapter is kinda short...but hey, like i said i was upset. Deal with it.

Sorry for seeming moody, or pissed off, but i kinda am. And i know that's not your fault... i just really needed to rant.

The song is Snow Patrol's How To Be Dead.

Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101, or the characters in it. I don't own How To Be Dead either.

Chapter 9

Nobody's POV

Please don't go crazy if I tell you the truth,
No you don't know what happened
And you never will if
You don't listen to me while I talk to the wall
This blanket is freezing, it's been out in the hall

"Shit! Dana?"

Logan stood there in shock, as the girl he loved grinned lazily at him, wrapped only in Johnny's sheets. Dana squinted at him. "Reese?" She drawled, the drink making the realisation sink in slowly. What the hell had she done?

Logan turned his back, and started walking towards the staircase. Dana tried to go after him, but whatever was in that flask had pretty much destroyed any chance of her chasing him.

Logan looked back up at her in disgust. She was half dressed, and her eyes were glazed over. She was completely out of it.

She's still beautiful. Logan mentally kicked himself for that thought. He shot her a look of contempt, then regretted it as her pretty face crumbled. A tear slid down her cheek, and Logan resisted the urge to wipe it away. She's wasted. He reminded himself. As he reached the bottom of the staircase, he saw her lose her footing.

Wasted or not, she needed him. He couldn't just leave her... His heart skipped a beat as he went to save her…

Dana's POV

You've had me for hours
'Til I'm sure what I want
But darling I want the same thing that I wanted before
So sweetheart tell me what's up
I won't stop
No way

I… I… I didn't know what to say. When I finally recognised who it was, a mixture of emotions ran through my confused brain. He seemed to visibly break… no, not break. Shatter. That's the word.

Please keep your hands down
And stop raising your voice
It's hardly what I'd be doing if you gave me a choice


It's a simple suggestion can you give me some time
So just say yes or no
Why can't you shoulder the blame
'Cause both my shoulders are heavy
From the weight of us both
You're a big boy now so lets not talk about growth

I was beginning to think that the whole thing just wasn't worth it. So I tried to go after him. I guess I was a little more wasted than I thought. I lost my footing on the step. Logan went to catch me, but I hit my head on the iron bar of the handrail.

Then BANG. No more dizziness. No pain. No world. Oblivion…

You've not heard a single word I have said...
Oh, my god

Logan's POV

I was scared out of my mind. All that went through my head was a chorus of 'You lost the only girl you ever loved.'

I put my arms around her, holding her tight as if somehow that would make everything ok.

Nobody did anything, and I was scared to move in case I hurt her. Just as I was giving up, her eyes fluttered open.

And suddenly, nothing else mattered. She was OK.

I took her to my dorm and we talked for a while. About everything from Pierre to the crazy Anger Management Lady…and it was nice. She fell asleep curled up in my arms.

I was just glad I'd got there when I did. Nothing happened between her and Johnny. She told me that as soon as she woke up, but she didn't need to. It didn't matter if she did, because she was there with me.

Please take it easy it can't all be my fault
I haven't made half the mistakes
That you've listed so far
Oh baby let me explain something
It's all down to drugs
At least I remember taking them and not a lot else

It seems I've stepped over lines
You've drawn again and again
But if the ecstasy's in the wit is definitely out
Dr Jekyll is wrestling Hyde for my pride

She said something that night that made everything else seem insignificant and pathetic. She said she loved me.

And then she kissed me. It wasn't an angry kiss like before…

It wasn't a nervous kiss like the one we shared back in Paris.

It was a tender kiss, fleeting but sweet.

Then I knew she'd chosen me… after all the confusion and hurt, she chose me. After I was cruel to her, and flirted with half the girls in our class… she chose me.

Then again, I knew she would. After all… she came back, didn't she?