A/N: Thanks for the reviews of the last chapter. You guys are amazing and I can't wait to put this up :) Chapter 5 will start now! Once again, thank you.
Chapter 5: I've Got the Friday Night Blues
Well, that was fun dealing with Dana. Why is she so mad anyway? I like Vanessa. I mean, she's so cool, and she's incredibly pretty but I have a lot of questions. I was with Nicole, but she was too busy, ogling the new delivery guy from afar. That was happening until she turned back with a look. Her face looked she had swallowed a toad.
"Ew," Nicole said, as she wrinkled her nose. I guess she found something wrong with her dream delivery guy.
"What's up, Nicole?" I asked. Nicole was very weird girl sometimes, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
"Ewww. Turns the new delivery guy isn't such a hottie anymore," she replied, still having that grossed out look on.
"Why? What's wrong with him? He looks, um, pretty decent, right?" I said, trying to reason. Someone that was cute. My best friend, Chase. Whoops. Did I just say that? Well, I can think my best friend is good looking, right? It's not a crime or anything. I'm not going to say Chase is ugly, because he's not. He does have nice eyes, however. Okay, I've said too much. Back to Nicole and her man troubles.
"Um, Zo. He has a unibrow! A unibrow! I think those are gross, don't you?" Nicole questioned me in a high-pitched voice. Unlike Dana, I'm used to Nicole's squealing.
"Yeah," I simply replied. It was quiet until I remembered what I was supposed to be doing. I slapped a hand to my forehead. Mr. Bender had told me to update my blog, so I needed to get to Room 101 now. Whether or not, the delivery guy had a unibrow.
"Nicole. We got to go back to dorm. I need to do something for school," I told her.
"Aw, do we have to go?" Nicole asked, sadly. Sometimes I wondered if Nicole was really 5 years old.
I nodded my head yes, and she smiled. We left Sushi Rox, making our way to Brenner Hall. We walked in silence, but my mind was far from silent. What shady past did Logan and Vanessa have? What made Dana so streamed after she came back? Why did I just describe Chase as cute? I mean, sure, he was pretty good-looking and we're best friends. There's no problem with that. It's not illegal or anything. I guess I needed to sort out my feelings. Like this morning, we were playing footsies under the table. I quite enjoyed playing with Chase's ankles, and I know he enjoyed playing with mine, but that's what really good friends do right? RIGHT?
We finally got to the dorm, but my guess is either Dana was trying to slash her wrists without me and Nicole knowing, or she was sleeping. I opened the dorm door quietly and Nicole and I slipped in as quietly as possible. If we wanted to live, then that's what had to be done. Yeah, Dana was sleeping.
Nicole climbed onto her bed and took out a magazine of Cosmo Girl. Trust me when I say that we get issues coming in every month, and they're all for Nicole. Dana and I are more into Seventeen. We all have favourite magazines. For example, Chase and Michael love Sports Illustrated, Nicole worships Cosmo and J-14, Dana and I are into Seventeen…and Logan, he loves Playboy, Maxim, and anything with Pamela Anderson. He even said so. We asked him what we would do if Pamela Anderson were with him for a night. He said:
I would tear her up! Let's just say…she'll be having my children in 9 months. Her rack is HOT! I would love to nuzzle my head in there. With Tommy Lee out of the picture, she'll need lot of Logan Reese TLC.
End quote.
Anyway, I walked and found a note on the dresser. It was on black paper with silver pen. It said:
Dana, Zoey, Nicole—
Gone exploring. I should be back later, or something. See you ladies later, and then we can have a girl's night out or something…I don't know.
PS. Dana, remember what we talked about. Please don't tell the others, at least not yet. Thanks for being my best friend, just like back in NY. Ok, I'm rambling. I have a campus calling my name, so I'm outtie.
--Love 'Nessa.
Ok, so what was so bad that Vanessa didn't want us to know? More questions filled my mind. I've been asking and pondering a lot of those lately, huh? Well, maybe when Vanessa comes back I can ask her, but right now. I must get to that laptop to update my blog. It's been a while. I grabbed my laptop and opened it. I signed on to Instant Messenging first. I really needed to talk to Chase, and maybe we could all do something because it's Friday Night. Dana was sleeping, and Nicole seemed engrossed by some personality test.
Oh, what a coincidence. Chase was on. Um, is it just me or can anyone hear a heartbeat? I'm the only that can hear it…oh, wait, it's mine. Every time I mentioned Chase, my heart beat faster and faster. What's wrong with me? I typed a simple hello to him, and things just fell into place from there.
ZoeyB101: Hey Chase.
Chase32: Hey Zo. What's up?
ZoeyB101: Nothing' really. It's Friday night, and we're completely and utterly bored.
Chase32: Lol. Join the club. Logan's not the dorm though.
ZoeyB101: Seriously?
Chase32: Yeah, I just called him.
ZoeyB101: What a coincidence. Vanessa's not here, either. Uh-oh…
Chase32: Well, it's probably nothing. She's new, rite? So she's probably exploring. PCA's big enough. It's not like they'll run into each other.
ZoeyB101: True, but what if?
Chase32: Zo, relax. You're worrying too much anyways. Nothing will happen between those two.
ZoeyB101: Thanks, Chase :) You always know what to say to make me feel better. That's why you're my best friend.
Chase32: That's me. The best friend. Zoey?
ZoeyB101: Yeah?
Chase32: Wanna do something? Like you know all seven of us?
ZoeyB101: Ok, how about you, Michael, and Logan swing by. Truth or Dare sound good?
Chase32: Ok, but Truth or Dare?
ZoeyB101: Oh, come on. It'll be fun. Oops, Vanessa just walked in.
Chase32: She's staying with you guys?
ZoeyB101: Yeah, so there are two bunk beds. Nicole and I are taking one because Dana hates Nicole's hair dryer, and her and Dana are taking one. Yeah, so it's a party. I still want to know what happened, and where Logan comes in though.
Chase32: Don't we all? Well, speak of the devil.
ZoeyB101: Huh?
Chase32: Logan just stepped in.
ZoeyB101: Odd. He and Vanessa stepped in at the same.
Chase32: Don't worry, Zo. Nothing happened, ok?
ZoeyB101: Ok, gotta go. See you in a half hour.
Chase32: Half an hour sounds good :)
ZoeyB101: Bye.
Chase32: Bye Zoey.
I signed out and closed the laptop. That actually felt good, I mean, it's always good to talk to Chase, but this time…I don't know. It was different. Not bad different, just good different. I looked up to find Vanessa looking up at me. I wonder where Vanessa went all this time, but she's back. I have this motherly thing…I still want to know where she went. What if she ran into Logan or something?
I came back from Quinn's dorm with a little spring in my steps. I clutched the small bottle of special shampoo Quinn gave me. I got to our dorm and found Zoey on her laptop; talking to someone…I bet someone $5 she was talking to Chase. What is with PCA girls and not admitting their crushes? I shouldn't talk either because I'm at PCA to stay and umm, yeah… I like someone, ok? There, you got it out of me! Now, shut up so I can go back to interrogating Zoey!
I closed the door, and walked in. Dana was sleeping, and Nicole was reading a magazine, nice. Zoey looked up, sensing my eyes on her, and she closed the laptop.
"Hey Zoey," I greeted. What? I can't be nice now. I'm just in a good mood.
"Hey," she replied, smiling. Okay, what did Chase say to her? "Where have you been?"
Nicole saw me too and greeted me in her Nicole-like way. "Hi Vanessa! How do you like PCA so far?"
I said to Nicole, "It's great." Nicole let a small squeal and went back to flipping through her magazine.
"Quinn's place. She's pretty cool, once you get to know her," I explained.
"So, what's the bottle for?"
I didn't want to tell her at least just yet. "Let's just say, I have something planned. My hunch is Logan ran out of shampoo."
"Oh, ok," Zoey said. "Why do you hate Logan anyway?"
My eyes glazed over and were glassy. I clenched my fists, really tight. I didn't want to talk about it. Bastard. I zoned out after that and I was kind of thankful I did, as my mind wandered off to my "adventure" with Quinn.
"This is my new Quinnvention, Vanessa," Quinn announced quite proudly. I just wanted to see what it was.
She smiled at me, and ripped the white sheet off. She revealed a large bottle of looked like to be shampoo. How the hell was I going to get Logan back with a bottle of shampoo? What the hell? I swallowed my pride. I subconsciously put my hand on my hip.
"Shampoo, Quinn?" I asked, cocking one of my perfectly done eyebrows. Why was she smiling? There was nothing special about a simple bottle of shampoo. Geeze!
"Not just any type of shampoo," she said, with a hint of mystery in her voice.
"Okay, so what does it do?"
She cleared her throat and explained, "This shampoo washes hair really well. I mean, squeaky clean, but you only need a drop of this stuff. If you use more than a drop, it turns your hair like a really bad colour, like hot pink. This shampoo is so powerful, you won't have dandruff or lice for a whole year…but remember, use only a drop! No more. No less."
"Oh. Cool," I said after hearing Quinn's rather lengthy explanation. Hot pink, huh? That gave me an idea. "Umm, Quinn, can I have a sample of your shampoo. I'll be careful. I promise."
"Sure. I was going to ask you to be the first to test it anyway," Quinn told me, beaming. I smiled at her.
"Then I'd be honoured," I said, as she poured some of the goo into a medium-sized bottle. She opened her mouth to say something, but I smiled and interrupted her, "I know. I know. One drop, and if I accidentally use too much and my hair turns an unusual colour, pour olive on my hair and leave it in for about 6 hours."
When I was done speaking, Quinn was left dumbfounded. Was it something I said?
"How did you know that?" Quinn asked me. I shrugged like it was nothing.
"Two words Quinn. Molecular. Composition."
She gasped, "Oh my God. I'm surprised I didn't think of that before. I'll have to write that down. Thanks."
I smiled. God, I do that a lot around Quinn. I do share her love for science, but Quinn takes it to the max. Unlike everyone else, I can handle it, "Yeah, sure. Uh-oh. I'd better go. If you need anymore help, I'm in 101...next door, ok?"
She nodded in acknowledgment and returned to her working area. I made my way to leave but I wondered if Quinn wanted a break from science and, you know, just chill with the gang tonight. I mean it was Friday night, right?
"Hey, Quinn?"
"Hmmm?" she replied, looking up from her workbench.
I suggested, "How about forgetting about science and just hanging out tonight, and just hanging out with Zoey and the crew? It'll be fun…"
"Oh, you're nice for inviting me, but unfortunately, I'm a bit swamped in here. Maybe another time?"
"Sure," I replied, with a hug. I was out the door with a new plan and a quite a cool friend…or a new one. However you put it…but the guys underestimated Quinn too much.
As for my plan, it was genius. I closed Quinn's door, and kicked my heels.
I snapped out of the flashback, mainly because of the sound of snapping fingers. Why was Zoey so determined to know what happened between Logan and me? Once, I was satisfied with the amount of torture he had endured, I'd stop being a bitch towards him. Until then…I wasn't letting up, and I know Logan and his monster-sized ego like I knew which nail polish matched perfectly with my eyes and complexion. He wasn't going to let himself by shown up by a girl. Now I know why, the Reeses are like acid to us. They're pompous, arrogant fuckers! Sorry, I just get foul-mouthed, when angered.
"Vanessa?" Zoey asked. I knew she really cared, but I needed her out of my hair for now, at least. "What happened?"
I sighed as I threw my sandals somewhere and climbed onto the bed above the sleeping Dana, "Everybody will know when the time is right, ok? It's Friday night. I want to do something fun, not talk about Logan, ok? Can we change the subject?"
I heard Dana stirring, and she woke up. She climbed to find me at home and in my bed. She slapped me a high-five and I scooted over so she could sit with me. Zoey and Nicole sat on Nicole's bunk.
"Hey Dana," Nicole chirped up. "Did you have a good nap? I had a good read—"
Dana cut her off, "A. There was no reading involved. Just looking at posters and B. No, but I'm awake, right?"
Nicole shrugged. Dana was right. Nicole didn't look-like the reading type. Call me retarded, I wanted to braid Nicole's hair so bad. Zoey had a nervous glint in her eye, and she was fiddling with her fingers. What did she do?
"Umm, 'Nessa? Remember when you said you wanted to do something fun? And you didn't want to talk about Logan anymore?"
"Yeah, so?" I replied, trying to understand what she did. I stared at her, hard. I don't know where I got it, but I have this uncanny ability to read people. I gasped and my eyes widened.
"Zo, what did you do?" Nicole asked. Even she wasn't that stupid.
"You invited the guys over here, didn't you?" I said, trying to remain calm. I was about to snap any minute.
"Yeah…" Zoey admitted.
Nicole said to Zoey, "We all know that you want to see Chase, and I have no problem with Michael, but why?"
"Ok. First of all, Chase and I are only friends. Get that straight! And um, I do not like Chase! It's Friday. I want them over here. This is my dorm too, you know!" Zoey defended. If she was so adamant about not like Chase, why was she blushing so hard?
"Great. Just great. Just shoot me now, will you?" I muttered, sarcastically. Dana wasn't too happy about it either. She practically yelled, making the three of us jump. I almost fell of my bunk. Thank God for my great balance.
"WELL, EXCUSE ME WHILE I PUKE!" Dana barked. She got up and stormed over to the bathroom. Dana took a swing at the door and it slammed closed with a great boom!
I flopped over on my side. Stupid Zoey. God, I want to kill her now, but wait, if I give the "magic" shampoo to Logan, and he uses it, because he's stupid like that, his hair will be messed up and I'll have my revenge. I know Zoey loves Chase, but why does her crush on the guy has to make everyone else suffer? Why? I hate this. What a crappy first day I'm having!
Zoey tried to cheer me up. It wasn't working, "Come on, Vanessa. It'll be fun. You may strongly dislike Logan—"
I interrupted, "Strongly dislike is an understatement."
"Ok, fine. You may hate Logan, but Chase and Michael are nice. Try to behave, or restrain yourself from trying to beat the crap out of Logan. Trust us, me especially, it's not easily done. Please?" she pleaded. She gave me the puppy eyes. Hey! I invented those. They're copyrighted! I can sue her for using the puppy eyes. I sighed deeply, and lay facedown into my pillow.
"Ok, fine," came the muffled reply. Strangely enough, she understood me.
"Thanks, 'Nessa," she said, patting me on the back.
She and Nicole left to get changed, Dana barricaded herself in the bathroom…at least I think that what she did.
I hate this.
Chase is easy-to-talk-to type. Like, I could tell him anything, so I've made up my mind. He'll be the first guy to know. Michael…wow. He's fun and laid-back. He's so hot, so that's a bonus.
Logan, however…don't get me started…
I slowly climbed out of my bed and went into the closet. I was going to wear something casual but hot at the same time. I wasn't going to let Michael see me like this. I guess I should undo my braids. Yeah, I have no extensions in. I just decided to braid my hair, so all this hair is real, and it's long. Hmm, what would Michael like?
Whoops. Umm, forget that last sentence! That will be cut out, right?
RIGHT?
Anyways, ready or not, Logan. Here I come…
Once again, I repeat: What a crappy first day I'm having!
A/N: Chapter 5 is now out! I'm tired andI only have 14 reviews…so I'll make you a deal…
25 reviews…and then I update…and I'm pretty sure you want to know what happens next after I left you with a cliffhanger.
I'm not sure who's POV to write in next, so tell me in your reviews. Should it be Chase, Logan, Michael, Zoey, Dana, or Nicole's POV? Tell me so!
What will happen when Logan and Vanessa's personalities clash?
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--Tears On My Pillow x3