Author's Note: Hello again. Sorry that this took so long. I hope you like this chapter and don't hate me for it. You'll understand in a few minutes. Any ways, thanks to my reviewers. I'm going to make a series of one shot slash fics in Zoey 101. Only problem is I have no clue what's going on in the show at all. Oh well. Any ways. Read enjoy and review!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. At all.
Warnings: Alcohol abuse. Slash (Guy + Guy relationships. More than friends.) And a surprise ending that you will hate me for!
Chapter 16
Christmas II: If Only I could Turn Back Time…
Logan's POV
I stood there, looking at Chase looking at me. I could see the hurt in his eyes, the tell tale shadow of anger and confusion lurking close in the background. Why did I do this? Why do I always do this? This is what made Sarah leave me only three weeks before the day we were to be married. I was going to do the right thing, I really was but… then she caught me with a bottle, and she left.
Suddenly Chase turned and ran towards the driveway. I dropped the bottle and ran after him. I could feel some tears swelling up behind my eyes as I watched him grab a pair of car keys off the rack and jumped into the car. The last sound I heard was the screeching of tires skidding away down the street.
I stared down the road where the car had disappeared just moments before, hoping that he would come back. But the chances of that were slim. Slowly I dragged myself into the house and up the stairs.
Once up the stairs I sat by the window and watched for the silver Mercedes to come around that corner.
This is where I fell asleep head against the window. I slept like this for I don't know how long, but that's where they found me when the came to tell me the news.
Chase's POV (back when he found Logan in the fort.)
I looked from the bottle to Logan for what seemed like ages. I couldn't believe it. He was drinking. He's underage. What if the cops had found him? The big question is why? What could have possibly happened to make Logan want to drink? If he was drinking secretly he doesn't want people to know. How could he do this? To me? To us?
I have to get out of here. I ran to the front door and grabbed some keys. They just happened to be the keys to the silver Mercedes at the end of the driveway. I can hear Logan chasing me but I can't stop. I have to leave. I jumped into the car and sped away as fast as I could. In the rear view mirror I could see Logan looking after me.
My head was reeling; I had just left Logan standing there, on the corner staring after me. I didn't even give him a chance to say anything. I didn't stop to listen to what he wanted to say. I just left. I can't believe this. I need to find a place to pull over.
Logan's POV (where we left off with him)
"What is it?" I asked groggily as I stood up and stared at my mother.
"Where is the silver Mercedes?" She asked as she looked at me worriedly.
"Chase and I had a fight and he jumped into the car. He should be back soon. Why?" I asked, as the look on her face grew grimmer. What's going on? Is she going to press charges? Its not like Chase meant to steel the car. He was just trying to get away from me as fast as he could. I can't blame him. He must hate me right now.
"Do you trust me?" She asked after a moment.
"Yes."
"You need to come with me."
That's all she needed to say. I wanted to ask her where we were going, but I knew I shouldn't. We got into her car and she started driving. I watched out the window as we passed the building on our way to somewhere. Soon we were in an area I didn't recognize and there were no signs.
We pulled into a parking spot and my mom turned to me, she looked kind of pail.
"Do you know where we are?" She asked, nodding towards the building.
"I have no clue."
"It might be best if you don't know yet." There was a long pause; she seemed to be trying to remain strong. "They found the car about an hour ago. They found some one in the car. They're not sure who it is. That's why we're here." She explained. I nodded and we headed into the building.
It was so dark and dreary inside the building. It felt cold and lonely. I was glad I had my sweater on. We followed a gentle man down a bunch of long corridors until we came to a door. There was a sing on it but I didn't bother reading it. I wish I had.
Once inside I saw a table with a sheet over it. This was strange, but I thought nothing of it, at the time.
A man in a typical white doctor's coat came out to meet us. He looked upset as he motioned towards the table.
My mind went numb as I realized what was going on. I had to know though. I nodded and he lifted the sheet off of the teenaged boy. The sheet revealed what I dreaded it would.
There on the stainless steel table was the body of Chase Matthews. Cold, dead, gone forever from my life.
I fell to my knees and burst into tears with my head in my hands. I couldn't believe it. It was my fault. All my fault. Why? Why did I have to drink? Why did he have to catch me? I will never pick up another bottle. Whenever I drink bad things happen.
My mother just stared at me. She knew that he was my best friend but she didn't know we were together, as a couple. She knew I would take his loss hard, but she never suspected me to turn into a faucet with no off switch.
She watched me cry, kneeling on the floor of the morgue while holding my boyfriends hand. Knowing that I would never hold him, kiss him, tough him, ever again. Chase was gone. He would never come back. His parents are dead, and now he's dead. The Matthews have been whipped off of the face of the earth thanks to the invention of cars.
If only I could turn back time…
Author's Note: PLEASE don't flame me. It will all come together in the end.
