Authors Note: This chapter might be slightly crappy, since it's 9 in the morning and I went to sleep at 4 AM.
Disclaimer: Nick owns Zoey 101. The plot is mine, and Chelsea is me.
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.&. Karma – Chapter Three By Clear Chronic Depression
'This is weird.' Chase thought, staring up at the ceiling in his PCA boys' dorm room, thinking about Chelsea and Zoey. They were so different, but at the same time, a little bit of each were poured into the other. And God… It was a horrible trip down memory lane at moments. But there was something about Chelsea that made him heal on the inside a little bit. But then again, half of him still wanted to be numb and ignore the pain, so that maybe it would go away and he'd never have to face it. This, Chase knew, was practically impossible so therefore he'd just see how things went.
He had had dinner an hour ago – Sushi. Which was what Zoey had been asking for and he felt terrible about having it, but he was really hungry and it was the closest thing. Sighing, he rolled over on his bed, only to find Logan watching him. Blinking, he sat upright and stared back.
"You know," Chase began, "That's really kind of creepy, man."
"No creepier than that redhead chick." Logan replied, bending over to pick up a towel.
He was heading towards the bathroom to take a shower when Chase's voice stopped him.
"What do you mean? Chelsea's normal." Chase stretched and glanced at the clock: One in the morning. Logan had been at some jock party for the graduation, no doubt, and Michael was probably… Well, with Michael, you never really did truly know.
"Whatever, man. All I know is she has wonderful assets." Logan shrugged, and entered the bathroom.
In only moments, Chase watched as steam unfurled from the crack under the door, and sighed, drifting off to sleep.
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