Three Songs Chapter 3: Calm Before The Storm, a zoey 101 fanfic

I sat outside my front window...this story's going somewhere:
"He's well hung," and I am hanging up.
Well there's a song on the radio that says:
"Let's get this party started."
So let's get this party started.

Another party… a month later. Same place, same people. Except this time me and Dana both went alone willingly. We knew something was going to happen. After what we went through, how could it not?

What you do on your own time's just fine.
My imagination's much worse, I just never want to know.
What meant the world imploded faded and demoted
All my oxygen to product gas and suffocated my last chance

She told me everything that night. How she smashed her mirrors and tried to shut me out. My heart exploded again, I started to imagine the worse and thought maybe I'd really lost her.

You said, between your smiles and regrets: "Don't say it's over."
Dead and gone. Dead and gone.
Calm before the storm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight.
A reception less than warm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight.

I was talking to her again. I didn't care that everything else in my life had become insignificant and meaningless. I just wanted her. When I asked her what she wanted, we started to argue. There was a spark in her eyes, and the walls seemed to collapse. Maybe she wasn't as strong as I though. "Don't say it's over" she said. I replied, "What we had is over. What we're gonna have? Well that's a whole new story". And she wasn't cold anymore.

The next time the phone can wring my neck it gets no answer
and of the time that I've spent telling it my roots
I'm shaking in my boots
But still it looks at me like an old friend I've betrayed
the darkside of the doormat is the one your shoes have frayed
I sit around waiting for her to call. She didn't say she loved me, and every time I looked at the phone I was reminded that I don't deserve her. She didn't come to visit me. But from the way she kissed me, maybe she just needed time to get used to the idea. Maybe she was scared of loving me.

What you do on your own time's just fine.
My imagination's much worse, I just never want to know.
What meant the world imploded, inflated then demoted all my oxygen
to product gas and suffocated my last chance.

The party was definitely memorable. She tried to apologise, and tell me what she'd been going through, but I forgave her. I couldn't stand there any longer without kissing her… so I did. And Oh. My. God. There were fireworks… I felt like my head and heart were going to explode. I was so happy, then she pulled away, and my imagination got me again. Didn't she want it?

She said it again. "Don't say it's over". That time she kissed me. She's kissed me many times since. At first, she wasn't as friendly… it's strange to think that a less than warm reception to my admission of love led to this fiery passion. It's hotter than the sun, like a supernova hot enough to burn it out. I'm finally in heaven. Yes, Logan Reece loves Dana Cruz.