Chapter One
The Return
"This can't happen." She sighed. "I'm sorry, but it just won't work."
"What are you talking about?" He stared blankly at her. "You said..."
"I know what I said. But I wasn't thinking." She started toward the door, but he blocked her exit.
"If you really mean that..."
"I do." She reached for the handle, but he again prevented her from leaving.
"Tell me what you feel." He stared straight into her eyes.
"Nothing." He leaned in and kissed her.
"And now?"
"Nothing."
"Well, I don't believe you." He said, moving to let her leave. "But if you leave this time, I don't know if I'll be here for you again."
She looked down and continued to the girls' lounge.
When Dana reached the lounge, Zoey and Chase were watching a movie with Michael, Nicole and Lola. She plopped down on the couch next to Michael and sighed a deep sigh.
"Hey." Zoey said, switching off the TV. "Where have you been. I mean, you're back for two days and we see only see you when you come in to sleep."
"Sorry, I've just had a lot on my mind."
"Well, can we help?" Chase asked, genuinely worried. Dana shook her head and curls fell into her eyes.
Her eyes were broken and everyone could tell. Even Lola, who didn't know Dana before, could tell that she was hurting. She came back to PCA after the Semester Exchange Program was finished. She moved back into Zoey and Nicole's room and Lola moved in with Quinn and another girl.
"So." Nicole gushed. "How was France? Any cute boys? I love cute boys. Don't you just love cute boys?"
"Some things never change. There was one boy." Dana sighed. "He changed my life forever" She said the last part more to herself than anyone else.
"Tell us about him!" Lola insisted.
"Actually, I'm still kind of jet-lagged." Dana said. "I think I'm just gonna go to sleep."
"But it's only 6:30" Nicole said.
"Yeah. I know." Dana walked back to her dorm room and took out her notebook.
Dear Lucas,
I know you're too young to understand this, but maybe some day you will. You're still just a baby, and I want you to know that I will always love you. I'm writing this now, so that maybe, someday, you won't even have to read it. Your dad doesn't not love you. At this point, he just doesn't know about you. He can't know about you.
A/N: Sorry about all the dialog, I just didn't know how else to put things in place. Tell me if you think I should keep going or stop.
