AN: I'm starting with the DL action, in case you're wondering.

Thanks to those who reviewed!

Sorry, it's kind of short. I'm still pondering on what direction I want this to go to.

Disclaimer: I own a lot of things, but not this show. Or Michael Seater.

But a girl can dream.

Dedicated to: My favorite section in the world. You know who you are. (:

Dana stared at her phone, deciding whether she should actually dial Zoey's number.

Her first day had been okay. She met a few people, a guy or two, and Priscilla Kietlieg kept her distance.

Then again, she got used to Michael's quirky jokes, Quinn's weird contraptions, and Chase's not-so-subtle gestures for Zoey.

Hell, she even missed Logan's make-out invites.

It felt strange that wasn't happening anymore.

Was that the reason why she felt so glum? She needed to talk to someone, and there's no one in this country she can refer to.

Except maybe on PCA.

She dialed. One rings, two.

"Hello?"

Wait, why is a guy answering Zoey's phone?

"Who is this?"

Dana's eyes widened. Oh, no way.

"Logan? Is that you?"

"Yeah, this is Logan. Wait, Dana?"

Dana switched to her sarcastic mode. She couldn't help it. It's Logan, after all.

"No, this is Hillary Clinton, idiot."

"Hah. Very funny, Cruz. So, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

Dana frowned. "What are you talking about, I called Zoey's phone. She's the one I want to talk to."

"Seriously? Wait." Dana heard a few clicks. "Oh, crap. You're right, it is Zoey's phone. We have the same model, and I think I picked it up by mistake."

"That totally proves how smart you are, Reese."

Logan laughed. "Sweet. You're still the same, Cruz. I'm impressed. I thought going there is gonna make you into a soft spoken chick or something."

Dana scoffed. "Oh, shut it. Give the phone to Zoey. It's important."

"What's the rush? You can talk to me."

"I'm better off with a squawking chicken on a unicycle, Reese. Now give it!"

"Sorry. No can do, babe. It's past nine, and the girls' dorms are off limits."

"Since when do you follow rules? Come on!"

"You really are stubborn, aren't you?" Dana could sense Logan was irritated. She smiled to herself.

"Fine, just give it to Chase or Michael. I need to talk to someone sensible, thank you very much."

It took a while for Logan to answer. "Whatever you say." Then there was a click.

Dana glanced at her screen.

Logan had hung up.

I hope I stayed in character for this one.

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