A/N: Here's Chapter 13 of Hollywood Rivalries. School is going to start soon. Ugh… Class of 2007! WHOOO! Ok, I'm done. Some of the story will be in Chase and Michael's POV, maybe Dana and Vanessa too. I'll see if there are any other POVs I can fit in. Anyway… Enjoy. Any songs mentioned in this chapter are not mine, duh! Thanks for reviewing Chapter 12.

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Chapter 13: Missing Halos and Angel Wings

I walked into the girl's lounge, slightly calmer than when I dealt with Logan, and I saw Michael there. Michael looked deep in thought. I walked over to him as I was thinking of my own life. For some reason, my mind wandered back to Boston, back home. There was my mom and dad. Then there was my twin brother, and little sister, Lily. What were doing at this rime? Brent was probably setting firecrackers off without me. Good times back in Massachusetts.

Yeah, with the Celtics and Red Sox…

My best friend was Stan Crowe, but he moved to L.A, the year I was sent to PCA and I haven't seen him since. He has an older sister, Anita. I had a crush on her (when I was like, 9. Let it go.), and he also has a younger brother named Jeffrey (whose the same ago as Lily.) Lily was Jeffrey's "girlfriend" and vice versa… It's funny really since they were like 5. Kids…

"Hey, man," I said, greeting Michael. He looked up at me. "You looked deep in thought. What's up?"

"Oh, hey Chase. Nothing, really. It's cool," he told me. I knew it was about Logan and Vanessa but I wouldn't question him. "You think she likes me back?"

I answered, patting my friend on the back, "You never know, dude. Just don't take two years."

Michael laughed lightly.

"Come on. Just forget about Logan for tonight, and let's have a good time. Besides, Vanessa's your date, not Logan's. We'll have a good at the National Twin Convention. Come on, they have cookies to the size of your head!"

"Honestly, what's with you and freakishly large cookies?" Michael asked, shaking his head.

I shot back, "Well, what's with you and potato chips?"

"Touché."

I laughed, "Come on. It'll be the three of us this summer. You, me and Dana."

"I'll be there. Angela's coming, and Brent's going, right?"

"Yeah…" I answered, "and Dana said she would be bringing Mercedes, so it'll be fun."

We slapped hands.

"You made me feel better. Thanks Chase," Michael said, gratefully.

I shrugged, "That's me… the 'Make-Everyone-Feel-Better' guy."

We all turned around and Logan was coming. I could feel Michael tense up, but I chose to stay out of this one.

"Dude, just relax. It's only for one night. You can back to wanting to rip Logan's head off tomorrow," I whispered to Michael.

He nodded and muttered, "Fine."

Logan came over to us. Oh, we are so happy he's here. Can you sense the sarcasm?

Well, I hope Michael can swallow his pride, especially when he learns Logan is after Vanessa. I know for a fact, Michael would murder Logan if he could. Michael and I agreed to bite our tongues and at least stay cool with Logan… at least till tomorrow.

"Hey Logan," I said, plastering a huge grin on my face.

"Hey," he replied, shortly. Oh, great… just what I need. More tension. Mike hasn't said a word, and it's starting to freak me out a little bit. "So you and Brooks, huh?"

"Yeah. It happened on the beach…I guess we're all going to the same club, huh?" I questioned. Hey, at least I'm trying here. Michael! I know you're not mute! SAY SOMETHING!

Michael and Logan nodded. Okay, now I know Michael isn't paraplegic or quadriplegic. I had a question, though.

"Whose car are we taking?"

Logan gave me one of those 'oh-please' smirks. Yeah, just because he had a red Ferrari. Yeah, we all have cars now, since we have licenses. Michael has a gold Convertible with the craziest rims. It's pretty cool actually. Me, I have a black Mercedes Benz. That car is like my baby, and I love it as much as I love Zoey. It was a birthday present for my parents. Brent has a car too. It's a black '68 Mustang, but he updated it to look 2006. My brother is a bit of a visionary…

"Mine, of course…" Logan said, with a smirk.

Michael spoke up, "How about we do this? We each take our dates in our own cars…"

Yeah, so he's still a tad annoyed. Logan shrugged and I nodded. I was about to speak when I heard a familiar voice. One I hadn't heard, in like forever.

"Chase Matthews?"

Yeah, so I made it to the lounge for my date with Nicole…

So this is the girls lounge right. I'm in Brenner Hall. See, I told you… the photographic memory never fails me. I was about to sit down and wait when I saw a familiar bush of hair. It couldn't be him… or wasn't it? He was talking to two other guys. So I walked up behind him. I know the other two had confused faces on. Oh, well.

"Chase Matthews?" I questioned. He turned around, and he had this confused face on. "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't think so… you sound familiar but I don't think so."

"Chase, you dork…" I said, laughing. "It's me! Stan…Stan Crowe from Boston, remember?"

Chase's face changed as he searched my face, then he got the biggest grin on his face, and his green eyes lit up.

"Dude! How have you been?" he asked, with excitement as we did our guy hug. "Aw, man. It's been too long. What are you doing here at PCA?"

I chuckled, "Oh God, it's been too long. Brent still around?"

Chase nodded, "Yeah. Lily still talks about her "boyfriend". How's Jeff anyway?"

"Still cool, I guess. He still remembers Lily. Weird, eh? Anyway, we moved back to our house in Boston. So we still live across from each other," I told him, with a small smile. "So, any girls in your life? And it better not be my sister."

He playfully hit me on the arm, "We were like nine. Let it go, man…and yes, I have a girlfriend that took me two years to finally get."

Yeah, still the same shy Chase.

"Oh, do tell," I urged, mysteriously. He laughed.

"In fact, she should be down in a minute. Oh, God. These are my friends/roommates Michael and Logan," Chase told me, introducing to two other guys.

"Hey," and we did our guy greetings. "'Sup?"

"Nothing much?" the one named Michael said. He was pretty cool. The other… Logan, I think, seemed full of himself but whatever.

"So Stan you go here?" Chase asked.

"Yeah," I replied, nodding.

Michael interjected, "That's cool. So you and Chase go way back?"

"Yeah…" I asked, playfully ruffling his hair. "Dude, you really need to cut this thing."

I can tell I was going to like Michael. He seemed so down-to-earth and Logan was starting to grow on me, but he seemed full of himself. He was cool, nonetheless. It would take some getting used to him.

"Thank you. I've been trying to cut it. You're lucky you're a light sleeper," Logan said, smirking. "Zoey might be turned on by it, or else she would have been all over me."

Ok, ego much?

I know I'm good-looking but I'm just modest about it. So, Chase's girlfriend's name is Zoey. Cool.

"Gee, thanks," Chase replied, sending Logan daggers with his eyes. If looks could kill, Logan would have died by now, and I should know. He turned to me. "So, which room are you in?"

"Um, I'm in Branford Hall, Room 33."

"No way! You're like next door to us?" Chase asked, surprised. "Cool, we're in Room 32, so we'll come check out the dorm…if you're roommates are okay with it."

I laughed, "Ok, but I'm by myself. You guys can come any time. I've already unpacked and stuff, so sure."

"So Stan, any girls for you?" Chase asked me.

"Well, I had a girlfriend. Chelsea, but she was way too clingy, so I broke it off… but I met someone, and I actually have a date with her tonight. I got her number and everything. She's unlike any other girl I've met. I like her a lot, man."

"So who's the lucky girl?" he asked again, playfully nudging me.

"Nicole. Nicole Bristow."

"Nicole?" Logan questioned, with a raised eyebrow. "Brunette Nicole?"

Yeah, Nicole has pretty brown hair. Thank God for giving me this awesome photographic memory. I will treasure that hair forever. Ok, am I really that lovesick? Yeah, I am. It's a curse…

"Mhm," I replied nodding. I—"

OH. MY. GOD. My eyes widened and I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head! Please tell me I'm not seeing things, because I see four hot-looking girls walking our way. I can feel my cheeks burning up, because I can't take my eyes off of Nicole. She looks…wow. My heart is beating a mile a minute. Am I still standing? Oh, right…I'm breathing and my lungs work.

"Uh, guys?"

"What's up, Stan?" Michael asked, his eyebrow furrowed in confusion.

"I suggest you all turn your attention ahead…" I advised, pointing ahead. Logan looked at me like I was crazy. Hey, I don't blame him. If I were him, I'd think I was crazy too.

"What can possibly—" he started, somewhat obnoxiously, but he saw what I was looking at and his jaw dropped.

"Oh…" Chase started.

Michael eventually found his voice, "My…"

"GOD!" Yes, that was Logan.

Oh, my God…is exactly what we were all thinking. Nicole smiled as she kinda ran to hug me. She's so adorable, seriously.

"Stan!"

"Hey Nicole," I replied, smiling. I hugged and she hugged back. I pulled away, and looked at the light purple dress she was wearing. Purple suits her nicely. "You look…wow."

I couldn't even find the words to describe it. "Wow" was the word in my vocabulary at the time.

She smiled, "Really?"

"Yeah, you look perfect," and she squealed, hugging me again. Oh, shit. I'm blushing…again. Not even Chelsea could do that to me. I think Nicole may be the one.

OH MY FREAKING GOD!

Okay, play it cool, Reese. My eyes darted between the four of them. Considering Chase is Zoey's boyfriend, he is probably throwing a conniption right now. Oh man. They all look hot, but Vanessa and Dana are in the middle.

Like both of them look drop dead sexy! How lucky am I? Actually, this wasn't luck at all. It was my rugged handsome looks and right now, it's taking all the self-control I have not to grab the both of them, and I work out. You know I can. I fucked Vanessa once, and godamnit, I can do it again!

Like Dana has this black strapless dress and it's giving me a very good view, and has these hot boots that go up to her knees, and her makeup is awesome, and her hair is straight. I want to just skip the whole date, and make out with Dana right here, maybe even more. Right here. Right now. And there's then Vanessa…

I don't care if she's my ex-girlfriend. She is a piece of ass!

She has this belly top thing, with sexy black jeans and she has the legs for them. I'm still wondering when she got so ripped. I mean. She has abs now! Almost as rock hard as mine… I remembered that one time she surprised me in the shower. We made out right there! When the opportunity to make out knocks, you know I will sure as hell open it.

Oh, wow. She got her belly button pierced. I so didn't know that, but it makes her even sexier. It's like their hips are swaying in slow motion to torture us.

It's like a band-aid. The slower you rip it off…the more it kills.

That's how it feels, and I hate it because I'm torn between two girls I might even love (I know. Shocker. Threw me for a loop too), and I don't know what the hell to do, but tonight my attention will on Dana (I hope).

She came up to me, as she put her arms around my neck, smirking. Sure, I wanted to start fresh with Vanessa, but my top priority is Dana.

"Hey sexy," I said, kissing her. She kissed back, but she pulled away.

"You don't look too bad yourself," Dana said, playfully hitting me. So far, she hasn't kneed me in the family jewels. Point one for the Loganator!

"Yeah, I can dance better too," I teased. I love getting her all worked up.

Dana rolled her eyes, "Oh, please. I told you last year at that retarded dance last year, and I'll tell you again. I've got way more moves than you."

I smirked, "So is that a challenge?"

"I don't know is it… because if it is, I'll totally kick your ass!"

"Ok, then you're on, Cruz. Deal?" I betted, holding out my hand.

"Deal," and we shook on it. I pulled her into a hug, and wrapped my arms around her.

I whispered something in her ear, "You look absolutely amazing tonight, Dana."

We pulled away, and she smiled… a genuine smile.

"Yeah, you too, Logan."

Whoa, we were just nice… to each other. Too bad I'm after Vanessa, and I love Dana… and UGH! It's just too complicated right now.

Tonight, I'm with Dana. I'll figure everything out tomorrow.

Breathe in, breathe out… breathe in, breath out…

Zoey looks amazing. All that's missing is a halo and wings, but those are probably hidden somewhere. What did I do to deserve her? Sometimes, I feel like I don't deserve her, but two whole years and I'm her boyfriend. She's amazing in every way, shape, and form.

In all honesty, they all amazing, but I can't take my eyes off Zoey. Black and pink suit her nicely, no scratch that—perfectly! That flower on her dress makes her radiate more.

"Dude, are you as nervous as I am?" I whispered to Stan.

"Yes. The blonde one your girlfriend?"

"Yeah, and she looks…beautiful."

Yeah. Crashing into that pole was totally worth it. This year, riding my bike down a flight of steps again totally worth it. I remember what she said afterwards. Yeah, Nicole was there too, but this is about Zoey right now…

Who just happens to be MY GIRLFRIEND.

"Are you okay?" she asked, helping me up for the second year in a row.

I dusted myself off, "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Steps…"

She smiled, "So is this how we going to start every school year?"

I shrugged, and Nicole came up, joining Zoey.

"Hey. You went flying. That was awesome!" Nicole chirped up.

"Yes, it's fun to see Chase hurt himself. After dinner, I'll be stumbling and falling off a cliff so, make sure to get front row seats," I replied, sarcastically with a smile.

(A/N: This is an actual scene, so I don't own this. We'll say that Dana was already at their dorm when this happened. Remember, Lola isn't in this story. I can tolerate her now, but I much prefer Dana. Sorry if it's not accurate enough.)

I was interrupted when Zoey hugged me. I hugged back of course. I'd be crazy not to. I took a deep breath, and I pulled a "Logan". I kissed her, and she kissed back. We were full on making out. Oh, God. Zoey… My hands remained at her waist, as she ran her hands through my unruly mass of hair. Yeah, and Logan wanted to cut this? No way in hell!

Ok, we're not even innocently kissing anymore. We're frenching each other… Oh, man. She is an awesome kisser, but hey, I'm not so bad myself. Ok, I can't breathe anymore. Damn, these stupid things called lungs.

I pulled away, "Whoa."

Zoey laughed, "Whoa yourself. You cleaned up good, Chase."

"Oh, this? I just picked this out of my closet, but you on the other look amazing. I would describe it but I'm afraid I'll need to get a thesaurus for more adjectives."

"Aw, you're sweet," and Zoey kissed me on the cheek. I hugged her again and kissed her hair.

"I love you, Chase."

I love you too. It goes both ways, Zo," I replied and kissed her again.

Oh my God.

Vanessa looks FINE! I hugged her, and she smiled hugging me. She smelled like strawberries. I pulled away, and held her at arm's length. We decided to flirt again. I really hope she likes me back.

"You are just a piece of eye candy, aren't you?" Vanessa said, giggling. "You still have to own up to your part of your challenge."

"Oh, you are so on, 'Nessa," I replied, flirtatiously. "And yes, the Lakers will crush the Heat."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever Mike. You can talk the talk, but can you back it up?" Vanessa asked, challenging me.

"Yeah, and I'll back it up on the dance floor tonight."

"You're on," Vanessa replied, as we walked up in the middle of the lounge.

We all met up in the middle of the lounge. Typical. Logan and Dana smirking at each other, Chase and Zoey holding hands and now Chase can sleep better. Nicole and Stan getting chummy. I think Stan has a thing for Nicole, and vice versa. Then there's Vanessa and I. I think if Vanessa and I was a couple (which I hope soon); we could like knock Chase and Zoey out for winning the cutest couple vote.

Chase introduced Stan to Zoey and Dana, "Stan, this is my girlfriend Zoey Brooks, and my friend and kick-ass basketball player, Dana Cruz."

"Hey Stan," Zoey said with a friendly smile. Dana smiled a small smile and nodded.

"See! This is my date! Told you he was awesome," Nicole squealed, happily. Stan laughed.

"That's me… Stan, the awesome date," he said with a smile. "It's honestly cool to meet you guys… especially you Nicole."

I saw Nicole blush, "You too. It was nice meeting you too…"

I knew it! Stan has it bad for NICOLE! They're going to be the next Chase and Zoey.

Zoey and Chase have that "cute" factor. You know, the boy and girl-next-door, while Vanessa and I would be like the ultimate ghetto/street couple. I'm psyched because of my date, but Chase, Dana, and I are going to be chilling with each other over summer break. Ah, the perks being a twin…

"Dana?"

"Yeah?"

"You're going to National Twin Convention with me and Chase, right?"

She smirked, "If you're gonna drag me there and make me bring Mercedes, then you guys are gonna have to come to Twin Canyon too. Chase brings Brent, and you bring Angela."

I sighed and turned to Chase, "Hey. You up for Twin Canyon too?"

He nodded, "Sure, why not?"

Vanessa seemed surprised, "Mike, you have a twin sister?"

"Yeah, but I'm the younger, so is Chase, but he had a twin brother," I replied. "Any siblings?"

"Yeah…big sister Marissa. She's like 21. Man, it's sucks being the youngest."

Chase and Logan nodded.

"Yeah, I have an older brother, Tommy," said Logan, as his hands were still interlocked with Dana's.

"Not me. I'm a middle kid," Stan said, laughing. Zoey laughed with him.

"Ha! Being he oldest is the best, right Dana?"

"Yep," Dana replied. "Let's go clubbing. I wanna leave before Coco comes here. Freaking monster…"

We all shuddered, while Vanessa and Stan had confused looks on their faces. I guess Vanessa didn't know who her DA was.

"Um, who's Coco?" Vanessa asked us with a raised eyebrow. She crossed her arms. Stan shared the same confusion.

"Coco's, our DA…unfortunately," Dana told Vanessa. She looked at Stan. "She's allergic to teenage boys and never, ever, disturb her when she's watching Leno. She'll kill you."

"Thanks, uh, for the heads-up," he replied with a nervous smile. Good. Now he's scared like the rest of us.

"Ok, let's go!" Nicole said, in a perky tone. Sometimes I wonder if she's always like that, or was she drugged. I'm not being mean about it… but confused.

We all agreed and walked out of the parking lot. Somewhere in between, I think Vanessa slipped her hand into mine. I like it, and I don't ever want this elated feeling to go away. Yeah, so I love Vanessa. What's your point?

We all got to the school parking lot until the eight of us stop looking at each other. There were eight cars parked in the following order: a dark blue Lincoln Navigator, a gold Convertible which was mine, the Benz…that's Chase's, the red Ferrari that belonged to Logan, a black Viper, a pink Hummer…that had to be Nicole's, another Convertible that was blue… probably Zoey's and a silver Lamborghini. Wow, that's a hell of a car. Whoa…24-inch rims!

It's Vanessa's.

She must've been reading my mind because she asked, "Who goes in what car with their date?"

Yeah, we're basically all confused here.

Yeah, that was from Michael's POV, with everyone thrown in.

Please review, I'm giving up bed for this story. So review…

Who's POV should I do next? Vanessa, Zoey, Nicole, Dana, Logan, Chase, Stan or Michael? Tell me in your reviews.

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