A/N-Okay, so I've added a chapter to Learning and re-did All the Reflections, so check those out. To answer someone's questions, this story will not go past "Teen" so don't worry about it getting down 'n dirty. This story is mostly rated for swearing, so there is nothing to worry about. Well, here's the next chapter, it's a little longer than the rest, because I was in a good mood. I also decided to write this chapter from Chase's POV. So sit back and relax.

Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101 or any of its characters.

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"So,"

"So," mocked Dana. This isn't fun. Closets aren't fun. 45 minutes of sheer boredom isn't fun either. Ergo, this is not fun. Why a three hour movie? Why do my moronic friends feel the need to go to a 3 hour movie? Haven't they considered the fact that I might suffocate? Well, we are talking about my friends. The only smart one would have been Dana, but she's sitting next to me. That's another reason this is not a fun experience.

Dana can be, well, rather attractive on occasion, and today, is one of those occasions. And, to put the cherry on top of this wonderful ¾ of an hour, Dana has her hip pressed up against mine, which makes the impulse to ask her if she wants to make out even higher.

Yes, I'm on the edge of pulling a Logan.

"Are you kidding me?" Dana said. It seems that some idiot of a contractor or whoever decides to put AC's places, decided to put one in the closet, and it has just started blowing rather cold air. Why would you need to air condition a closet?

"Well you could cover yourself up with that skirt over there," I said while pointing to an old ripped-up pink skirt in the corner.

"Why is there a skirt in a closet?" Dana questioned, but before I opened my mouth, she answered herself.

"Wait, I don't want to know," She said while starting a rant about "fucking horny teenagers!" in a hushed voice. I tried to conceal my laughter.

"So, Dana, the world wants to know, who are you dating?" I said, more for my knowledge and not the worlds.

"No one, but I sure wish I had a boyfriend right now to hold me so I wasn't so eff-ing cold," Wait, hold the press, was she suggesting something?

"Well, who said a boyfriend had to hold you," I inched closer to her, if that was possible, and she raised her eyebrows.

"Whoa there partner, remember Zoey Brookes, short, blonde, love of your life? She rejected you the other day?"

"Nope, doesn't ring a bell. Besides, who says I was looking for love, I'm just doing a good friend a favor," I flirted back. Nice cover, Chase.

"Fine then, I'm freezing cold anyway," She said in a huff, realizing she'd lost this little flirting war we were having.

"You know you could just move, since your sitting right under the AC," I pointed out with a smirk.

Dana looked up and the air conditioner, then across the closet, then at me, mirroring my smirk, and replied, "Nah, I think I'm just fine."

'Damn, she won!' I thought while reaching my arms around her. Well, this was going to be a good 2 hours and 15 minutes.

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I officially LOVE writing Chase. He's the best. I think this is the best I've written in a while, in my opinion. So, read and review, and as always, check out my other stuff. Happy Thursday! (Yep, that was random...)