"I miss Dana."
Chase rolled over on his bed to face Logan. "What?"
"I said I miss Dana," Logan repeated, giving Chase a look. "Are you deaf or something? And I'm surprised you're not crying over Zoey or anything. I thought for sure you wouldn't be able to survive without her."
"Me? Cry?" Chase laughed and rolled his eyes. "Please."
"You're dying inside, aren't you?"
Chase frowned and nodded his head. "Uh huh. Is it obvious?"
Logan walked over to the mini fridge and pulled out two soda cans. He threw one to Chase before opening his own. After taking a long drink he collapsed on his bed and let out a loud groan. After a few minutes of silence, he said, "Well… what do you want to do?"
"Homework?" Chase suggested, sitting up on his bed and holding up his math textbook. "We have a test next week."
"You're kidding, right?" Logan rolled his eyes and threw his empty soda can at Chase's head. "It's spring break and you want to do homework? What does Zoey see in you?" He stood up and grabbed his jacket, heading out of the room.
"Where are you going?" Chase asked, attempting to throw the can back at Logan, only to miss and hit the wall instead.
"Out," Logan said breezily. He opened the door and was about to step out when he grinned and turned. "By the way- you have nice aim." Laughing, he slammed the door shut, leaving Chase alone with his math textbook.
"Yeah, well… so do you!" Chase yelled after him, realizing afterward what a lame thing he had said. Lying back down on his back, he covered his face with his hands and groaned. "I'm so BORED…"
The door opened and Chase immediately sat back up. Michael walked into the room, drinking a can of Coke. "Hey, man," he said, grinning. "What's up?"
"The ceiling, the sky, the stars… my head?" Chase lay his head back down on the pillow, realizing that the only exercise he had been getting these days was lying down and then sitting back up. He wondered if maybe that could be an Olympic sport.
"You look like you're having fun," Michael said, nodding his head and grabbing his mp3. He sat down on Logan's bed and removed his shoes.
"Well, you look happy," Chase pointed out after Michael had taken off his shoes and socks. "Weren't you really depressed about… everything that's been going on lately?"
"Yeah," Michael admitted. "But I decided that the past is the past and now I should worry about the future. I mean, I shouldn't get this upset over some girl… right? Right, Chase? Please tell me I'm right."
"You're right."
"Good," Michael said, smiling broadly. "I knew I was."
He lay down on Logan's bed and stretched. Chase could see how wet his shirt was and asked, "Did you take a shower with your clothes on or did it rain while you were outside?"
"I was playing some intense basketball," Michael said, finishing his drink.
"A little bit too intense," Chase said, nodding his head.
Michael shrugged. "Whatev-"
The door opened and Logan stepped back in, frowning. "I left my wallet here. Anyone know where it is?" He glanced over at Michael and stopped in his tracks. "Why are you lying on my bed with wet clothes on?"
"Too lazy to get in my bed," Michael said, motioning to the bunk bed. "And they're not wet clothes… they're just kind of… sweaty?"
A horrified look crossing his face, Logan paled and said, "Get off. Right now."
"Aw, Logan, I'm so comfortable…" he said, making puppy dog eyes at his friend. "Please Logan… just for five minutes?"
"No, you sick kid, get off!" Logan ran towards him, as if he was going to pull him off the bed by force. Michael screamed and threw the soda can at him. He quickly ducked and the can bounced off of Chase's head.
"Agh!" Chase yelled, rubbing his head and grabbing the can off the floor. "You guys! That's twice I got hit with a can today! Is today 'Everybody Hit Chase in the Head with a Soda Can' day?"
"Sorry, Chase, what did you just say?" Michael rolled off the bed, dodging Logan by a millisecond.
Tightening his fingers around the can, he hurled it toward Logan and Michael. The can bounced off of Logan's nose and hit Michael in the head. They both turned toward Chase with anger expressions in their eyes.
"You are so dead."