(A/N): Let me just say, you guys rock for all your reviews. It feels really great to know someone likes what you've written. I encourage all of you to check our Sarah's AKA Hopeless Romantic's stories, such as The Games that We Play. She writes awesome DL stories, just to let you know. And please, do review her. It will be really cool if you do. And you will be reading a great story.

Speaking of great stories, I started another Fanfiction, called: If you can't take the heat. Each character has a plot line and it's more of a Drama/Mystery, but I think it's cool. (Well, I better, I'm the author right?) Anyway, if you think Logan would look hott in an apron, this would be a great story for you.

Disclaimer: Zoey 101 is like the moon. Youcan seeit, but you will can never hold it in your hands.

Michael sighed as he sat bound to the log of driftwood. He was a full grown 14 year old boy. How could he have let this happen?

"Michael," an angry voice came from his near left. "I thought you were the guy."

Okay, now that made him mad. "Girl, I am!" he shouted back.

"Hey!" Nicole responded. "Right next to you, no need to yell in my ear. Unless you want to add deafness to my list of problems."

"Will you two please shut up?" Dustin said from Michael's right.

The little redhead boy in blue swimming shorts that stood in front of them put his hands on his waist and yelled, "Why don't you all just be quiet. And shut up is a bad word. I'm going to have to tell my mommy on you."

"Look, munchkin, do you really think I care what your mommy thinks of me?" Nicole exclaimed.

Michael and Dustin stared at her in awe. "Nicole," Michael said scared, "Are you okay?"

Nicole tossed her hair back. "Of course, why?"

"Nothing!" he replied quickly and dropped the subject.

Currently, Nicole, Dustin, and Michael were bound to a piece of driftwood in the middle of the beach. The little red head boy had tied them up there due to fast reflexes and strong rope. They had accidentally knocked down his sandcastle while they were walking. He was upset.

"Oh!" Dustin said suddenly, as he reached into his back pocket. "Guys," he whispered while the little boy tried to fine fire to 'roast' them with.

"What?" Nicole said in a loud voice. Michael shushed her, but the red head didn't notice.

"I reached my cell phone!" Dustin said excitedly.

"You have a cell phone?" Michael asked aggravated. "I don't have a cell phone!"

"Shush!" Nicole said. "Who do you have on speed dial? Zoey?"

"No," Dustin replied.

Nicole was shocked. "How do you not have Zoey on speed dial? She's your sister!"

"Well," Dustin began. "I was doing experiments for Quinn because I really needed the money and she wanted me to be able to contact her whenever some of the side effects went wrong and she kinda has a lot of numbers so..."

"Dude," Michael said warningly. "Do not tell me all your speed dials are occupied by one of Quinn's numbers."

"Okay," Dustin said. "Then I won't tell you."

If Michael's hands were free he would have hit Dustin. Hard. "You stupid boy!" he hissed. "Just press her cell."

"Okie Dokie," Dustin said. "But if you had just stood up and been a man, we would not have been here right now."

"Press the button!"

"Right."

"Hello?" Quinn's voice came on.

"Quinn!" Nicole said. "We need help!"

"Michael got us tied to a piece of driftwood by a little redhead boy!" Dustin accused.

"I did not!" Michael replied.

"You're what?" Quinn asked.

Nicole took over from that point, tired of having the 'men' run the show. Look where that got her. "We're tied up to a piece of driftwood and need you to come save us. We're right beside," she started to say, but Quinn cut her off.

"I know where you are."

Nicole was confused. "What?"

"I inserted a tracking device into the cartilage in Dustin's left ear," she replied. "I'll be there in a second."

Nicole gave Dustin a confused look as Quinn hung up. "It's true."

"Isn't that dangerous?" Michael asked.

"Surprisingly," Dustin said, "No. It was one of her few successful inventions."

"Weird," Nicole murmured, but then the little red head boy came back.

"Okay you meanies," he said in what he thought was a threatening voice. "You are going to pay for bullying me and my sandcastle."

"Dude," Dustin argued, "I think you're the bully here."

"Be quiet!" he hissed back.

"Quiet," Dustin said.

"Okay," a voice came from behind them. "I have so got to get a picture of this."

The little boy turned around to face Quinn. "Who are you? You look weird."

Quinn patted his head. "Every little kid thinks so. But when you get to be my age, you'll understand."

"I still don't understand," Michael whispered, but Nicole elbowed him.

"Hey! I helped her pick out that swimsuit!" she defended.

"Anyway," Quinn continued, "Can I get a picture?"

"No!" the three said.

The little boy shrugged. "Sure!" and he went to stand by the driftwood.

Quinn took out her camera phone. "Smile!" and the camera clicked.

"Quinn," Michael warned, "I hate you."

Quinn smiled. "I know you do." She turned to red head. "What's your name?"

"I'm Petey," he announced proudly.

"Well Petey," Quinn responded, "Why are my friends tied up?"

"They ruined my sandcastle!" Petey said and stomped his feet, upset.

"Hmm," Quinn said. "Well, do you see that sandcastle over there?" She pointed to her left. About 300 yards away there stood a sandcastle that looked like it was made by a professional, if there is such a thing as a professional sandcastle builder. "If you let them go, you can have it."

Petey's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Really," Quinn nodded.

"Okay!" he screamed and started to run to the castle. "You can let them out!" he shouted.

Quinn grinned and took out a laser, another one of her fewer successful inventions. She cut them free. "Your welcome."

Nicole, Michael, and Dustin hugged her. "Quinn," Dustin said, "I love you."

Quinn sighed as her friends clung to her. "I know."