I'm sorry this took so long to update. I promise I am not abandoning this story. I haven't lost the inspiration for it either. I only have a few more chapters left and I promise I will see this story through to the end. I just got side tracked by two new fandoms and I had a crazy burst of inspiration for them.
Anyways, enough rambling. Here's chapter six! Enjoy!
They don't actually get to work on anything until the next day. Chauncey calls them down to dinner before they can actually accomplish anything and afterwards Quinn suggests watching a movie because she doesn't want to get sucked into her latest idea and end up staying up all night.
Logan agrees to this because, honestly, a movie sounds cooler than working with Quinn in her lab.
So the lab remains pretty much untouched until the next morning. Logan pops the One Direction CD into the stereo and Quinn smiles as the first pop song bounces around the room. She wiggles a little bit but soon abandons her dancing in favor of paying attention to the chemicals in front of her. Logan's glad about this, because he's not sure how much help he'd actually be if he's distracted by her hips.
They work through the rest of the morning. Logan actually doesn't mind it at first. It's sort of fun to watch Quinn create something out a bunch of smaller things. He compares it to directing in his head and that makes it more relatable and interesting for him. She takes apples, bananas, and bunch of chemicals he can't remember the name of and creates an energy drink. His dad takes a story, actors, and a set and creates a movie. Plus, the first two times the CD plays he can distract himself by nodding his head to the music. When the first track starts to replay for the third time though, he starts to get bored.
An interesting, and currently unidentified liquid is sitting next to him in a beaker. He's not sure what it is, but it smells a little like mango and incredibly good. Another unidentified liquid is sitting next to the first and it smells like oranges and it smells incredible too. He thinks Quinn may have accidentally invented one of the best smelling perfumes he's ever come across and he's run into a lot of different perfumes (and girls). So, naturally, he does what anyone would do. He picks up the beaker that smells like oranges and pours some into the beaker that smells like mango.
And Quinn looks over just in time to see him do it.
"No!" she yells as the door starts to open.
She grabs him by the arm and yanks him down onto the floor and underneath the table just as the mixture explodes, coating the room in a light pink foam. They wait a few seconds to make sure no more explosions are coming and then both creep out from under the table and stick their heads just high enough to look over the table and survey the damage.
Logan's not exactly sure how the two liquids created a foam, but it is now currently all over everything except the two of them. A cough from the door draws their attention to the person standing in front of them. Chauncey, like everything else in the room, is covered from head to toe in the foam. Logan and Quinn look at each other nervously before turning back to Chauncey.
"Sorry?" Logan offers sheepishly, he kind of wants to laugh at the site of his butler, but he knows that's probably not a good idea.
Chauncey sighs, as if things often exploded when Logan is around, and uses one finger to clean off his glasses. "Lunch is ready and waiting." He informs them before turning and leaving the room, most likely to go call a cleaning crew to fix the now chaotic room.
Quinn and Logan share a look and watch Chauncey's retreating figure, his back still perfectly black and untouched by foam, before bursting into laughter. "I told you not to touch anything!" Quinn chokes out in between giggles.
Logan stands up, managing to look sheepish once again. "I was bored!"
She shakes her head at him, but she's smiling so he figures he's not in too much trouble. "Lunch?" He offers her his arm and she giggles before accepting it and they make they're way downstairs where a lavish lunch greets them.
There both to busy laughing to realize that their arms remain linked until they reach the table.
oOo
They spend the rest of the day lounging by Logan's pool. One of Logan's favorite things about California is that it's almost always warm enough to go swimming. Logan loves the beach and pools because, well, he loves being without his shirt on. He's got movie star/model good looks and he loves showing them off.
"So is your dad going to be back before we leave?" Quinn asks. She hasn't seen Malcolm Reese since her first night here and she finds it kind of odd because Logan had specifically said that she was invited to spend the week with us, and she'd kind of assumed the other half of the us was his father.
Logan shakes his head, scoffing a little. "No. He's still in LA working on his new show."
She can't help but notice that his voice is a little bitter and she reaches over and places her hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." His voice is tight, further reinforcing her belief that he is not okay, but she doesn't push it.
Logan's not a particularly open person and if he wanted to talk about it with her, he would.
"Want to go play tennis?" He offers after a few seconds of silence.
"You have a tennis court." She's not sure why she's surprised. He's probably got everything here.
He smirks at her. "Duh. I have everything here."
She rolls her eyes, of course. She agrees anyways.
oOo
That evening Quinn returns to the newly cleaned lab and Logan politely opts to spend his time playing video games. It might just be her imagination, but Chauncey looks rather relieved when he over hears this. She doesn't mind though. Logan has been surprisingly nice and likable ever since they left PCA on Saturday, but it's still nice to have time to herself.
She carefully mixes two more ingredients into her new and improved Frazz. She smiles as the mixture fizzes slightly, as it was supposed to, before settling down, now a bright blue color. The energy drink is working out much better this time. She's learned a few things since then and her approach to the project has changed considerably.
Speaking of things that seem to have changed considerably…
Her mind drifts to Logan. He'd been surprisingly helpful with handling her break up with Mark. He'd been careful not to mention him and had gone out of his way a few different times to make sure she was distracted and not thinking too much about her ex. He's entire invitation to come visit his home, she's sure, was a way to keep her occupied so that she didn't spend the whole week on campus, alone and moping.
She squeezes the juice from an apple into her Frazz and smiles at the now complete energy drink. She'll have to double check and make sure there aren't any unexpected adverse side effects once she gets back to school. She needs one of the lab rats there because she's almost positive that Logan's father would be quite unhappy if his pet rabbit died because of some unforeseen effect of her drink.
She glances at the clock and is surprised to find that it's nearly midnight already. She, surprisingly doesn't feel tired despite the late hour. Of course, as soon as she thinks this, she yawns and her eyes start to droop. Clearly, sleep would be in her best interest. She eyes a few of her other experiments that she has going.
Well…just a little longer couldn't hurt.
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Logan finally manages to tear his attention away from his video games at about 2 a.m. As tempting as it would be to continue playing video games the rest of the evening, well early morning technically, he's aware that he will eventually have to return to school so it's probably in his (and his roommates) best interests if he at least attempts to retain something of a normal sleep schedule.
He climbs the stairs and heads towards his room until the light underneath the door to Quinn's makeshift lab catches his attention. He glances at his watch, even though he already knows the time. She can't possibly still be up…
He opens the door and finds Quinn sitting at one of the tables, her heading resting peacefully on her notes, fast asleep. He grins at the young scientist and heads over to her, making sure to move anything he can't identify well out of his way. The last thing he wants to do is accidentally coat the room in another unidentified substance.
He picks up the sleeping girl carefully, making sure to tuck her head in the crook of his neck, where it's least likely to hit anything. He carries to her room and tucks her into bed, brushing her bangs out of her face as soon as his hands are free.
He almost scoffs at himself as he realizes what he's doing. He's going soft. And for the last person he'd ever expect to go soft for.
He makes his way to his own bedroom and is soon safely tucked in his own bed, still in disbelief over his newfound state of "softness." His last thought before falling asleep is that, scarily enough, he really doesn't mind it.
Especially since it's for Quinn.
There's chapter six. Only a few more days of Spring Break are left! Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!
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