Okay, I got this chapter written a lot earlier than I thought I would... considering that early this morning I had absolutely NO idea as to how I would start the actual story. I think it turned out okay... it just kinda wrote itself.

So what I said about having Zoey and Chase make an appearance... still not sure. I'll see where this fic goes. But, it IS a Lola/Logan story, so it's really just going to be them most of the time.

Anyway... I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1:

Lola rushed her way over to Maxwell Hall through the rain that had started only a few moments after she left her own dorm. She had been comfortable in there, even while Quinn experimented with her latest project, that is, until Mark had come to help Quinn. In record time they took one of their 'breaks' of talking cute to one another (well, Mark tried to) and sitting on the couch holding hands. Lola jumped off from her top bunk and rushed out before any PDA began, muttering something about borrowing Michael's history notes.

It was a lie of course, but there was no way Lola was sticking around to witness one of Quinn and Mark's make-out sessions.

The thought made her shudder… or maybe it was the rain.

Maybe.

Lola found herself just down the hall of her guy best friends' door, ignoring some of the date proposals from Neil and some of the other nerds who lingered in the hallway. She quickened her pace and opened the door to room 126, startling the person inside.

"Ever heard of knocking?" Logan said standing up from where he had fallen off the couch.

Lola rolled her eyes. "Sorry, but the nerds were practically chasing me down the hall," she explained, earning a laugh from Logan. "Shut up."

"If I ever get the chance, I'm daring you to go out with one of them," he laughed. Lola narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. "So, why are you all wet?" he asked, ignoring her glare.

"Have you even looked out the window lately?"

Logan turned, looking out the large window behind him. On cue, a clap of thunder was heard and lightning flashed off in the distance. He turned his attention back to the Latina. "Oh."

"Yeah."

"Why did you walk across campus in a storm?"

Lola plopped onto the orange bean bag chair. "Quinn and Mark." Logan nodded, understanding why she wanted out of her own room. "Don't get me wrong, I love Quinn, she's my best friend, but when she's with Mark it's just… ew."

Logan leaned back in the couch. "I hear ya. I can't stand seeing them being all 'cute' with each other, if you even want to call it that. And Michael's just as bad with Lisa."

Lola looked around, noticing the absence of the other inhabitant of the room. She sighed. "So I'm guessing that's where he is now."

"Yeah," Logan drank the last of his Apple-Berry Blix. "I guess they went to get dinner at Sushi-Rox and a catch a movie. They probably won't be back for a while."

"Looks like it's just the two of us Reese," Lola said. "Unless you already had plans, because if you did I'll-"

"Relax, I don't have plans," Logan said.

Lola raised a brow at him. "Really? You don't have a date on a Friday night?"

"I could ask you the same question," Logan said getting up from his seat over to the mini fridge. He grabbed two bottles of Blix and shut the door with his foot. He tossed one to Lola. "I thought you were going out with that guy from the soccer team, um… Taylor?"

"You mean Tyler?"

"Whatever."

Lola rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her Blix. "Ew, no. That ended about twenty minutes into our date Tuesday night."

"That bad, huh?"

"Yeah." Lola turned her attention to the plasma TV hanging on the wall. She hadn't even noticed it was on before, but then again, what else would Logan be doing all alone in his room? Well, other than taking pictures of himself, of course.

They had just found a good movie on one of the higher level channels when a loud crash of thunder caused the two to jump in their seats, and as usual the thunder was accompanied by lightning. The lights flickered, and then went out a moment later.

"Great, now what are we supposed to do?" Lola asked.

Logan smirked to himself. We could make out, he thought, but held back from saying the words out loud. He knew it would only lead to the Latina calling him a pig and possibly storming out of the room. A pillow hit his face, jarring him from his thoughts.

"Earth to Logan!"

"What?"

"I said, what are we supposed to do now that the power's out?"

"Uh, I don't know," Logan said.

"Yeah, that's a lot of help." Not a second later, Lola was hit in the face with the same pillow she had thrown moments earlier. She turned to see Logan smirking at her; in his right hand he held another pillow, ready to strike.

Lola grabbed the pillow on the floor beside her, returning the smirk. "It's on."

So the ending was lame... I think. That's up to you.

Anyway, I'm basically gonna start writing Chapter 2 now, I have an idea to start it off... but it's more than likely that I will not post it tomorrow... unless I go on a huge writing spree tonight. We'll see.

So... review?

Make me happy?

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- TKiwi02