AN: Personally, I think this is my favorite chapter so far.

Oh, and to be clear, I'm not a big fan of Kanye West; but Sunny Day Real Estate owns.

Righhhttt, I'll definitely stop now.

Enjoy!

"OH YEAH!" a guy with dreadlocks shouted as he turned up the volume of the massive soundsystem. Some of his friends cheered, then altogether, splashed him with Gatorade.

Dana felt a sudden bout of claustrophobia as a crowd of rowdy dancing kids rounded up on her. She wasn't much into parties, and now she remembered why.

Callie had disappeared minutes ago, to find Priscilla probably. Dana prayed she wouldn't be found soon. She still wasn't sure how good ol' Queen Bitch would react if she saw Dana crashing her party.

"Sick, huh?" Lane yelled over some Kanye West song. "Let's check out the food!" There, she grabbed a bowl of chips, while Dana refused. She didn't even try the beer.

While Lane talked and laughed with some kids, Dana fell silent in a corner. Okay, so she was feeling like a loner tonight. It wasn't her fault she hardly knows anyone in this school. Except for Logan, maybe. But he's... well, he's Logan. What the heck can you expect from him?

Out of nowhere, Christi appeared, looking quite flushed and excited. "Dana! Hi!" she cried. "I didn't expect you here! Wait, have you seen this blonde guy? He's wearing some kind of khaki shorts... Oh, never mind, there he is! Hey, ROSCOE!" She bounced off.

Dana was feeling bewildered. Christi was way hyper than usual. She ultimately decided to distance herself from the food... and the beer kegs.

Soon enough, Lane was off dancing with a guy Dana vaguely remembered was from her French Lit. From the looks of it, things were really heating up.

Glad one of us is having fun, she thought. She was watching them from the bleachers. Lane was whispering something to the guy, and he gave her a private smile.

"Enjoying the show?"

Logan appeared beside her, his hair shining from the moonlight. He was wearing a Sunny Day Real Estate band tee, jeans, and a pair of Chuck Taylors. Dana could have said something about his attire, but she wasn't in the mood to be exactly thrilled.

"Not interested. So scram."

"Hey, hey, lighten up. You're probably the only person here who's bored to death." He swayed a little. This time, Dana watched him more closely.

"Are you drunk?"

"Who? Me?" Logan laughed, then hiccuped. "God, no! I'm just too freakin' happy, that's all."

"Damn, you reek," Dana said witheringly. For the second time that night, she met with the scent of alcohol. She edged farther from Logan.

"Wanna know why I'm so happy?" Logan kept on saying. "Huh? Do ya?"

"NO, Logan. Now back off! I mean it!"

He was speaking more loudly now. "Because I'm with the girl I--" He didn't finish what he was saying because then, he vomited.

"Oh, crap," Dana muttered. "You alright, Reese?" Logan was moaning.

"Reese?" Dana tried again, but Logan continued to look sick. Finally, he spoke.

"I don't feel so hot." He groaned.

"For the first time in your life, probably," Dana muttered again as the sick smell reached her nose.

The next time some idiot invites me to a party, I'll whack him with a pickax. She just realized that idiot who got her into this was right in front of her.

Logan looked genuinely in pain now. He was gripping his stomach, and dizzily held on to his chair.

"Logan?" Dana gently touched his shoulder. She looked around the dark bleachers. Great, they were the only ones there. She searched for Lane among the dancing kids below, but she was nowhere in sight.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." Carefully, she sidestepped the puke and hold on to both of Logan's wrists. She began leading him down the stairs, pass the noisy crowd. Logan kept on moaning.

Halfway from the bleachers, he was swaying, and began to walk loopily. Without a word, Dana hoisted Logan's arm on her shoulders, while her other arm supported his back.

Dana hoped they'd met someone so he can help her with Logan, but it seems like everyone in the school was in the soccer fields.

"Where's your dorm, Reese?" she asked him as they approached a building. In the dark, she couldn't read the name of it.

Logan made a gurgling sound, and Dana could almost make out his face. It had been hanging sideways, and he was breathing steadily.

"Great, now you take a nap!" Dana almost yelled. Frustrated, she dragged Logan to a more familiar path to Lange Hall.

Two flights of stairs later, she fiddled with the door knob and loudly tossed her keys to a table. She let him lie down into Priscilla's bed. Still, Logan didn't wake up.

Meanwhile, she sat on the bottom bunk bed. She felt tired after half-carrying Logan, even though he's already skinny to begin with.

With nothing better to do, she tried to think. She was ready to bet Priscilla has no idea where her boyfriend is, and Dana doubt that she even cares.

"What do you see in her, anyway?" she asked Logan. He answered with a grunt. Dana kept on ranting.

"Sure, she's pretty, but Priscilla isn't exactly the brightest bulb in the Christmas tree now, isn't she? Oh, that's right, you don't care! You're too freakin' shallow, just like her! Are you even listening to me, Logan Reese?!"

She walked over to him and Dana shook his shoulders violently. "Wake up, you jerk!"

To Dana's surprise, he grabbed both of her shoulders, and put his lips on hers.

Is it long enough, though?

Haha.