Here's the next chapter. We are officially almost halfway through the story! Not much to say really, except that the ybox 180 and Just Boogie 3 are obviously parodies of the xbox 360 and Just Dance. Neither of which do I own.

Enjoy!


When Quinn makes it outside the next morning she is surprised to find that instead of a limo, Logan's silver convertible is waiting, Logan already sitting in the driver's seat. He smirks at her, "Hop in Pensky. We've got a lot of city to visit."

"You got your car back?"

Logan grins, patting the steering wheel affectionately. "Yeah. My dad told me that as long as I had my license and didn't bring it to PCA, I could keep it."

"I'm surprised you're not taking the limo, I know how much you love showing off your wealth." Quinn teases, as she climbs into the passenger side.

"Yeah well," Logan shrugs, "It's easier to see the town in a convertible with the top down. Besides," He grins and Quinn surprises herself by thinking it's almost, kind of, adorable. "I really want to take her out."

Quinn shakes her head, but doesn't argue as Logan backs out of the driveway. "So, where are we headed?"

Logan shrugs. "Honestly, no idea. There's some museums and stuff, which you'd probably like."

"You'd be bored to death there though, wouldn't you?"

He shrugs again, which Quinn takes to mean yes, despite what comes out of his mouth. "They won't be that bad. Well probably."

Quinn looks thoughtful before her eyes light up. "Do you have a boardwalk?"

"Yeah, it's full of lots of tourist-y stuff though. You'd really want to do that?"

She nods. "Yeah. I've been to the beach, but none of the beaches by PCA have boardwalks, and they're supposed to be really cool. Plus, you'd probably like that way more than a museum."

"Well," Logan looks over at her, grinning guiltily, "that's probably true."

He turns and heads towards the highway, before he remembers something. "Oh yeah," He rummages in console between the seats before handing Quinn the CD that his father had given them two days ago. "Here. We might as well listen to this and see if there are any good songs."

Quinn pops in the CD, nodding in approval as some nice, upbeat music spills out of the speakers. "Not bad." She admits, tucking some of her hair behind her ear as the wind gets worse as they pick up speed. "Definitely good for driving around with the top down."

Logan looks over at her quickly, glad to see that she seems to be in a better mood than yesterday. It's only a short twenty-minute drive to the boardwalk from his house, but by the time they manage to find a parking spot, they've already listened to most of the CD and Quinn has two favorite songs and even Logan has to admit that he's particularly fond of one of them, and that the rest aren't bad.

Quinn's eyes light up when they finally make it onto the boardwalk, trying to take in everything at once, like a little kid. He's pretty sure she's going to hurt her neck if she keeps trying to make it revolve like that creepy girl from the Exorcist, but he has to admit that it's kind of nice to see someone so exited by something that seems so normal to him.

They pass by an arcade and Logan gestures towards it. "Want to try your luck at some other video games?"

She looks at the arcade for a minute before nodding. "Okay, sure."

They make their way inside, both of them turning ten dollars into tokens and Logan spends the next fifteen minutes or so slaughtering Quinn at every game they try. She refuses to give up though. She's much better at most of the other games than she was at the zombie game, which is good because Logan wasn't kidding yesterday, he's pretty sure he doesn't have the patient to try and get her through another level of that game. They're down to their last two tokens and Logan points to a large TV that has an yBox 180 attached to it, Just Boogie 3, playing on the screen.

"How about this one. No shooting or bad guys involved." He doesn't tell her that he's a ridiculously good dancer, figuring she'll find out soon enough.

She nods and when he explains the basics of the game, she grins. "Ready?"

He selects a playlist and smirks in her direction. "Oh I am always ready to kick some butt."

She beats him at every song on the playlist. And every playlist that he buys the tokens for after that.

oOo

She breathless from laughter when they finally leave the arcade almost an hour later. "I can't believe you beat me!" Logan cries, for the eighth time, sounding just as indignant as the first time.

Quinn laughs again. "I can't believe you spent nearly twenty dollars in tokens just to try and beat me."

Logan mock pouts. "I had to defend my title as PCA's greatest dancer."

She gives him, what he thinks, is an adorable confused face. "You don't have a title as PCA's greatest dancer."

He pretends to pout some more so she rolls her eyes and starts walking away. "I'm going to finish site seeing. You can stay here and cry if you'd like."

Logan groans and walks quickly to catch up with her. "I wasn't going to cry."

She smirks over at him. "Yeah, sure."

He crosses his arms. "I wasn't!"

Their bickering, although playful, lasts until the reach their next destination, a place that specializes in temporary tattoos. Quinn throws her arm to stop him, before turning back to face the store. "I'm getting one." She tells him. "I'll be right back."

"Okay," he motions to the shop next door, a surfing shop, "I'm going to look in here until you're done."

They part ways and Logan is glad to have a few minutes to himself. He'll never admit it, but part of the reason it had been so easy for Quinn to beat him, the first time at least, was because he'd been too busy watching her twist and wiggle in ways that he hadn't realized she could.

oOo

"Okay," He confesses as they walked back into his house, "the real reason we went site seeing today is because I needed to get you out of the house."

She kind of looks like she's mildly offended, but luckily instead of yelling or hitting him with a couch pillow, she just raises an eyebrow. "Why?"

He leads her upstairs, stopping in front of a door that Quinn is pretty sure belongs to the room that Lola had slept in when they'd come for Spring Break a year ago. "For this."

He opens the door and grins at her gasp of surprise. She's not looking at a spare room anymore. She's looking at, for all intents and purposes, a laboratory. It's not nearly as sophisticated as what she might have found in professional places, but it's equal to, if not a little better than, the step up she has back at PCA.

"Oh my god!" She squeals before running inside and picking up the nearest thing she can get her hands on. "Where did you-when did you-how did you-" she can't seem to settle on a question so finally she just asks, "why?"

Logan shrugs, trying to keep the blush off his face. Quinn is the only girl who has ever made him blush and he kind of hates it, but also kind of likes it, in the weird "I can't really help it" kind of way. "You've just been really sad lately." He finally says. "I don't think any of us have really seen you smile at all for a couple of weeks. I-we've missed it."

She smiles gently, realizing that today she's been happier than she's been in a long time and that strangely, it is all due to the boy who is standing in front of her and refusing to meet her gaze. "I know that my house isn't exactly full of stuff you love to do so, last night, after I saw how miserable you were because of, well you know," he doesn't want to say DelFiggalo name lest it send her into a depression again, "and I figured this would cheer you up."

She catches them both off guard by wrapping her arms around his neck and laughing happily. "Thank you so much, Logan. This is really amazing."

He wraps his arms around her waist for a quick hug, but both break apart after a few minutes, and this time he's not the only one who's flushing. "What, uh, what are you going to do first?" He asks, partly because he's curious and partly because he needs to break the awkward silence that's settled between them.

"Well…" Quinn looks thoughtful for a moment before her eyes light up. "The last time I was here I created that energy drink, Frazz. I think I'm going to try and perfect that. You know, so that it doesn't turn who ever drinks it into a psycho."

"An energetic psycho." Logan agrees, remembering watching Dustin climb an insane amount of stairs.

She turns to the equipment and begins to turn things on and grab ingredients. Logan stands there, not really sure what to do. It occurs to him that she's the only girl who can make him feel awkward too. "I could help, if you want." He says finally. At her incredulous look his eyes narrow. "Hey, I'm pretty damn good at chemistry, remember?" He doesn't even want to think about the fact that he's suddenly proud of this.

Her eyes soften and she nods. "Yeah, I remember." She smiles suddenly. "You can help if you really want. But don't touch anything unless I tell you. We are working with some very unstable elements here."

He looks confused and a little frightened as he says, "I thought we were making an energy drink."

"We are." She confirms, smirking. "Among other things."


There's chapter five. Hope you guys liked it!