(A/N)Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long to update...School, vacation, dance, other stuff...But now I'm sick and can probably update a little more. I hope you like this chapter, personally, I think Fifi is my favorite character. Just saying.

Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101. Fortunately, I do own Chase's new nickname. (Yay!)

Zoey breathed out a sigh of relief as she saw Logan run after Dana. "Thanks Quinn, but be more careful next time!"

Quinn shrugged, "They'll be fine. Logan has too much pride to take a punch from Dana and she'll beat him up until he surrenders. No biggie."

Everyone stared at her with their mouths open that said Are-You-Insane?

"I'm kidding!" she said giggling and walked away.

Zoey sighed and flopped down on the blanket. She looked up at Michael and Chase. "Why were you mad at him?"

They exchanged looks. "Nothing!"

"Whatever," she sighed, and walked away.

Michael shook his head, "Why did you have to get me in the middle of this now? Why can't you just tell her?"

Nicole agreed with Michael, "I mean really, Chase. Is that bushy hair of yours affecting your brain in someway?"

"There is nothing," Chase said defensively, "wrong with my bushy hair."

"Besides the fact that it's too bushy?" Dustin said as he 'petted' Chase's head. "It feels like a poodle." Suddenly, Dustin backed off. "Chase," he said hesitantly, "You're not part dog are you? Because you know how I feel about animals, and,"

"Really?" Nicole interrupted Dustin interested , "I love animals! Do you love animals? Oh, of course you don't Dustin, I'm sorry but you have to get over that stupid fear of yours. Oh my gosh, this hair does feel like a poodle! I think I'm gonna call you Fifi from now one Chase, because soo many poodles are named Fifi! Okay with you Fifi?"

Michael fell into a fit of laughter and responded, "Fifi, how manly."

Chase waved his arms about and Nicole backed off with a confused look on her face. "I am not to be called Fifi!" he exclaimed.

Dustin's face looked quizzical. "So you're not part dog?"

"No!"

Nicole was deeply disappointed. "That's too bad. I always wanted a dog named Fifi. Actually I always wanted a cute little don't named Toto," she said thoughtfully as her hyper-ness came back. "Because I'm from Kansas and Dorothy was from Kansas. You know, the Wizard of Oz. Oh gosh, I love that movie! I've always wanted to be Dorothy, because that's my favorite movie. Did I mention it was placed in Kansas? Where I live?"

Michael took her gently by the shoulders. "Nicole, I think we should go somewhere where there is no sugar." He motioned with his head to Dustin, as if to say: You are not leaving me alone with the sugar-high girl!

Dustin hurried to Nicole's side. "Nicole, do you like shopping?"

Nicole's eyes lit up as Michael and Dustin lead her away. "You have no idea."

Chase rolled his eyes at his retreating friends and fell back into the sand. "Maybe," he murmured to himself, "If I had Nicole's vocal chords, Dana's gut, and Logan's courage to get turned down, I could tell Zoey that..." He drifted off as he fell asleep.

A pink beach towel fell to the sand a few feet behind where Chase fell asleep. The owner had forgotten it when she left a few moments before and returned to retrieve it. As she stood in shock of what Chase was about to say, she said, "Tell me what?"

Dana reeled back from Logan's face in shock. "This isn't supposed to happen."

Logan, still confused when Dana pulled away after taking part in the greatest kiss of his life, responded, "What?"

Dana shook her head. "You're Logan Reese! For all I know, you could just be doing this because you wanna make out with me, and then drop me off like some other bimbo you use."

Logan laughed. "Dana, I'm looking at you right now. Not with my eyes, but with my heart. And you certainly do not look like a bimbo. You're Dana "Danger" Cruz, and if I ever hurt you, you have total permission to hurt me so much that I have to go to the hospital. Not that it will ever be needed, because, I promise you that I will never, ever hurt you."

Dana laughed and pressed her forehead against his. "I know you won't." Then her eyes turned serious, "But I swear to God, if you do," He interrupted.

"I won't," he whispered.

"Ahem," a voice came from behind them.

Logan shut his eyes in frustration. "Look, whoever it is, can't you tell that we're sort of busy?" he exclaimed angrily.

"I didn't come for you Reese," the voice answered back.

Logan's eyes shut open. He knew that voice, but he had never heard it use that tone with him. Female, usually sweet, and definitely blonde. He turned around. "Whoa, Brookes, who posses your brain."

Zoey put on a face look of hurt. "Must have been the perverted devil that possesses yours."

Dana giggled. Logan pouted. "I thought you were on my side."

Dana playfully wiggled his nose. "You're my boyfriend. She's my best friend. She's worth more," she counted and walked over to Zoey.

"So you are my girlfriend!" Logan said happily.

Dana rolled her eyes in half annoyance and half glee. "What's up Zoey?"

"One," she began hurriedly, "I'm glad you and Logan are together. Maybe you can change him for the better now."

Dana grinned. "Oh, trust me, Zo, I will."

"Heard that!"

Dana shouted back, "Don't care!" Then she turned to Zoey again. "And two?"

Zoey took a deep breath. "Two, where's Quinn's mind reading device?"

(A/N): I wonder what Zoey wants with the mind reading device? Wait, I do know! I 'm the author! Duh! LOL, but I'm looking for a good amount of review before I post the next chapter. So Press the oh-so-wants-to-be-pressed-button that shay GO!