Authors Note: Welcome to chapter number 10. Hey I never thought that this story would make it this far! Its all thanks to all of you out there who encourage me to update! I love you all! My sister is so jealous of me for getting reviewers. Oh well. So what's new? I'm feeling much better now so all should be fine. That's where you're happy for me. Okay, so my hand is swollen thanks to a bug bite but its not bothering me. So who cares? My mom does but whatever. Please REVIEW!
Warning: SLASH! That is guy and guys dating each other. FEMSLASH! Girls dating girls. It happens in real life so get over yourselves. There is nothing I hate more than a homophobic. DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE!
Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101. I don't think I would want to either cuz I don't like Jamie Spears girl. She scares me… Any ways. I'm not making any money off of this, who would want to pay me for this crap? I don't know. Please don't sue me!
Chapter 10
I Could Eat The Tension With A Fork
Chase's POV
I looked into the shocked eyes of Zoey and realized that her eyes were the exact same shade as Logan's. Maybe subconsciously I had always liked Logan but instead of associating those feelings him I put them on Zoey. Wow, the subconscious works in mysterious ways, eh? For a few moments there was an uneasy silence that the four of us spent looking back and forth at each other waiting for someone to break the silence. It's crazy that when the four of us get together we can't shut up yet now everything had changed. Finally I got bored and decided to ease the tension.
"Wow, I could eat the tension with a fork…" I said with a grin. That worked on That 70's Show when Fez said it, I hope it would work in this situation.
"Don't you mean 'I could cut the tension with a knife'?" Nicole asked with a look of pure confusion. What could Zoey see in her, she's so slow?
"Why would I want to cut it if I'm not going to eat it?" I asked with a grin. It's not working… but then suddenly there were some giggles coming from the girls and Logan had a grin on his face. Yes, that's a classic. Go Fez!
"So, um… I have to go eat some food, you know. I don't want to die or anything…" Nicole said as she headed to the door only to be stopped by Logan who was looking down at her angrily. Nicole let out small squeal of fear before walking over to sit on the bed next to Zoey. Logan and I both bulled up a beanbag chair from the corner and sat down in front of them, the silence returned with a vengeance. Again I tried to kill the undying silence.
"So… pickled eggs… and all that jazz." I said grinning at the looks on all of their faces. (A/N: At school when there's nothing to say my friends and I go so… pickled eggs or something random like that. It brings us all back to life. It's awesome.)
"What?" Logan asked as he turned to stare at me, bewildered.
"Never mind." I replied looking back at Zoey. She seemed to be the only person here who could also break the silence without being awkward about it.
"Where do we go from here?" She finally piped up after another few minuets silence.
"We can't tell anyone anything. What happened in this room stays in this room…" Logan started and then looked up to see Nicole looking confused again. "What I mean to say," Logan started again. "Is that we don't tell any one anything, even if they are in the room Nicole, any ways, this stays between us. Promise?" We all quickly agreed and Logan and I left to talk to our teachers and explain why we had missed classes today.
Logan's POV
After Chase and I had explained to all the teachers why we missed class and had caught up on the days homework we headed out to the beach. The beach had always been one of my favourite parts of living at PCA, the sand was always so soft and squishy between my toes and the waves were cool as they brushed up against my feet.
At the beach Chase and I just walked down beach in complete comfortable silence as we held hands in the setting sun. I hate to admit it but it was pretty romantic. Soon we mad it back to the spot we had started at and decided to sit and watch the stars come out. This was something that we both had in common, the stars. Every one has the stars in common, well most people do. Every one has an opinion about the universe, is there really other life out there or are we the only ones? It's the question that has puzzled human beings since the beginning of time.
I looked over at Chase just looking for the sake of looking. His hair gently blew in the freezing December wind that came off of the ocean. His eyes reflected the sunset and the glow ignited his peaceful face. We would soon be leaving for Winter Break, it was time to go home and celebrate the holidays with your family. Only now Chase didn't have a family. That's it; he'll stay with my family this holiday season. I couldn't bear to go two weeks without seeing Chase anyway it would be like torture. Suddenly Chase turned and we were looking into each other's eyes. I couldn't help myself, he's irresistible, I leaned forward and kissed him lightly on his lips and then I pulled away and continued looking at the slowly appearing stars in the sky.
"We should head back, its past curfew." Chase said as he stood and offered me his hand, which I took gratefully. Together we walked back up to our dorm room.
That night I dreamed about Christmas morning.
I awoke next to a sleeping Chase who looked peaceful. I gently shook him awake and was shortly greeted with his bright blue eyes staring up at me. (A/N: what colour are his eyes?)
"Presents!" I yell as I head to the door. "Last one there's a pickled egg!"
"Hey, not fair! You got a head start!" Chase yelled as he ran after me. Little did he know I was hiding behind the next corner ready to pounce. As he ran past I reached out and grabbed him, slamming him into the wall and kissing him passionately.
Suddenly I awoke to a pillow being thrown at me. I groaned as I looked over to see who deemed it necessary to wake me up in such a violent manner, it was Michael. He's going to get it! I thought as I threw some pillows at him.
"Stop, stop. Peace!" He yelled as he threw the pillows back at me. Suddenly a quote I learned from my old Latin tutor taught me popped into my head.
"Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum!" I said with a grin. Michael had never learned any Latin; therefore he didn't know that what I had just said meant 'He who wishes for peace, let him prepare for war!'
"What?" He said in complete confusion.
"I'll get my revenge…" I said with a mischievous grin before I turned to prepare for our last day of classes before the holidays.
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