Motherly Figure

Chapter 3 By CallmeMaddy

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my imaginary pink dinosaur named Fluffy. Right.

A/N: Remember when I said this was only going to be four chapters? Yeah, I lied. Probably a bit longer.

CHAPTER THREE

Logan woke up the next morning as tired as he had ever been. Like every morning, Logan checked his e-mail. He had gotten an e-mail from his "Favorite" person, his mom.

Dear Logan-y Bear!
It's you Mom again! Did you miss me! I sure missed you!
"Yeah, I sure missed how you end virtually every sentence with an exclamation point," Logan chuckled to himself.

Now, Logan-y Bear, I thought since you are coming home to live with me, because I finally got custody over your Satan father...

"Yeah, right!" Logan laughed. It had been an ugly divorce.

I thought that I would come to stay at PCA with you for a couple of days!

"Great..." Logan said, sarcastically, "Because I'd love it if you met my friends!" His voice because more serious, "So they know what a monster you really are..." He printed a copy of the e-mail.

My plane arrives at 9:00 AM today (Saturday). I'll be there at 9:30-ish.

Logan looked at the clock. 9:07 AM. "Grrr-eat," He said to himself. He walked over to Chase's bed and kicked it, "WAKE UP!"

There was a moan.

"Come on Man!" Logan begged, "We have to warn the girls."
Another moan.

Michael plopped up from his bed, "What's with the noise?"
"Mike! Thank god you're up!" Logan said, "Quick, lock all the windows and doors!"
"What?" Michael asked, confused.

Chase got up, "Dude. It's a Saturday..."

"Shut up, Matthews! Call Zoey and the girls," Logan ordered.

Michael and Chase exchanged glances. They put their pillows over their heads.

"FINE! I'll do it without you," Logan said, slamming the door on the way out.

--

It was a 3 minute walk to the girls dorm. He banged on room 101.

"Who is it?" Asked Nicole, turning off her silent leaf blower.

"Logan! Let me in! It's an emergency! I need Dana."

Nicole called back, "I don't think so. She's asleep and I'm not waking her up."
"Well, have Zoey do it then!" Logan responded.

"Zoe and Lola are at breakfast," Nicole informed him.

Logan sighed, "Let me do it!"

Nicole rolled her eyes and opened the door. She walked out the door.

"Hey! Where ya going?" Logan asked.
"To breakfast! I'm not sticking around here while you wake her," Nicole told him.

Logan climbed up the bunk bed, "Dana, wake up!"

"Nicole, I SWEAR!" Dana seemed angry.

"No, not Nicole. Logan. We have an emergency," He responded.
"Logan, missing your hair gel, is not an emergency."
"No, bigger," Logan pulled her arms up.

Dana rubbed her eyes, "What?"

Logan shoved the printed paper in her face.

"She's coming...today? Now?" Dana asked.

"Yeah..."

There was a knock on the door.

"Please say it's Zoey..." Dana prayed.

"Is this Dana Cruz's dorm?" Someone asked.

"Yeah, I'm Dana. What's it to you?"
"Do you have my Logan-y? Logan-y? It's mommy! Your roommates said you'd be in here."
"Remind me to kill Chase..." Logan muttered under his breath. He turned to Dana, "Help me out."
"No."
"Help me out."
"No."
"Help my out."

"Logan Reese? He left 20 minutes ago..." Dana lied.

"Oh. Ok. Do you know where he went?" Mrs. Reese asked.

"Yeah, a place called Sandy's Surf Shop. It's by the boardwalk," Dana lied.

Mrs. Reese left.

"Sandy's Surf Shop? Where's that?" Logan asked.

"My hometown...in Florida..." Dana giggled.

Logan smiled, "Thanks."
"You owe me, Reese..." Dana told him.

"So that's how many now?" He asked.

--

Chase went down to breakfast and ran into Zoey.

"Hey! Did you know Logan's mom is in town?" He asked.
"Really? He didn't tell me..." Zoey responded.

"I know. It's so weird..." Chase said.

"He's acting all distant lately. Ya know?" Zoey added.

"Grape?" Chase offered.
"Thanks."

--

Logan had his I pod in his ears while walking back to dorm. He started singing a long to the words. When he got to the dorm, he checked his pocket for his keys.

"Shit," He mumbled.

"I'll let you in," Someone called from inside. She opened the door.

"Mom..." Logan said.

"Sandy's Surf Shop, huh?" Mrs. Reese asked.
"What?"
"You're little friend from room 101, Dana Cruz, told me that's where you were..." She continued, "Turns out there's no such place..."

"What are you talking about mom?" Logan asked.

"I don't like being lied too. You're little friend, Dana is such a little bitch..."
"What did you just say?" Logan got all defensive, "Mom, Dana's my friend and don't you dare—"
Mrs. Reese laughed, "Just like you're father...come on Logan. We are leaving."
"NO!"
"What?"
"I love it at PCA and I HATE you," Logan told her.

"Why you little..."
"NO!"
Mrs. Reese picked up the picture of Logan hanging on the door. She threw it at him. It hit his head. Logan fell to the ground immediately. Blood poured from his head.
"What have I done?" Mrs. Reese asked herself. She yelled, "Someone call 911!"
He was unconscious.