A/N: Helloooo good people of ! I'm glad this one didn't take me two weeks to update lol. I firstly want to thank all you awesome people that read/reviewed chapter 4. I know that title sucked, yes, yes it did, but I had a brain fart and couldn't think of anything better. Now, while typing up this chappie I was listening to Miley Cyrus' 7 Things and I couldn't stop thinking about Logan and Quinn! So, I wrote a little songfic about the adorable couple and I loved the fluffyness! Unfortunately, this story has a long way to go before things are completely fluffy between the two. Well, I don't know what else to say so I'm gonna shut up now and let you people read.
DISCLAIMER: To own Zoey 101 or not to own Zoey 101. That is the question. …Well, it's not actually because I DON'T own Zoey 101; no ifs ands or buts.
Logan: Lol, she said butts. (parody off of episode The Great Vince Blake)
"So, please tell me again why we're doing this because I'm having a hard time understanding."
The sun blazed in the California sky and warmed the water that was underneath Michael's feet. Just outside of the boys dorm a dunking booth was set courtesy of Lola Martinez. She had her hands on her hips and smiling satisfactory at her work in front of her. Michael was in swim trunks obviously in the booth half confused and half panicked.
"I told you already, Michael," she called, "this is apart of your healing process. I'm helping you."
"Yeah, you told me that, but what you didn't tell me is why I'm sitting in this booth and why a basket of baseballs are next to you." Of course it was coming together in his head, but maybe if he asked enough questions he could distract her from this potentially dangerous plan.
"It's a simple exercise, okay?" Oh how Lola was enjoying this. The idea just popped in her head and she had to admit, this was the best one yet. This dunking booth was the perfect way to get him through the first step. "Now, I'm going to say a few things and I want you to say whether you agree or not."
"And that's all?"
"Yep, pretty much."
Yeah, right. That was never all when it came to Lola. On second thought, maybe he didn't need this. Maybe if he sulked just enough he could eventually get over his pain and heartache. Time was the key. Time solves everything. Yep, that and television. So, if he just made a run for it…
"And don't even think about making a run for it." Lola could so read his mind.
"Why not? The door to the dorm is right over there, and you're all the way over there."
"I suppose, except for the part that I put super glue on your chair before you sat down." She pulled out the bottle from behind her back (in that weird cartoony way) and smiled.
No way, he thought, she's bluffing. He tried desperately to wiggle out as soon as she said it, but it was no use. Crap. "Alright, you got me. Just go on now so I can get this over with."
"Okeedokee!" she paused for a second to come up with something in her head then spoke again. "The reason why you and Lisa were late to that Rockberry concert was because you didn't get the tickets on time. Agree or disagree?"
While Michael sat there against his will, he couldn't help but think back to that time. It was the second week of school and the gang decided to chill out at a rock concert. The couples each went separately at the box office to claim their tickets, but because the tires on his car blew out, he and Lisa were two minutes late to get their tickets. He had to…um...let's just say some pretty embarrassing and shameful things to get those tickets (coughshirtlesscough). But anyway, what did that have to do with this? "Yes…I agree."
"WRONG ANSWER!" and with that Lola grabbed a baseball and flung it at the target, making Michael's chair slip down into the water, drowning him in the chlorine liquid. In about ten seconds, the chair automatically rose revealing a very damp and angered boy.
"What was that for, woman!?"
"Lisa told me some college student mistook your car for her cheating boyfriend's and slashed the tires as a way of revenge."
Oh, yeah. Michael may have left out that part. "…but it was still my car. And it was my fault for parking a block away from the campus. But still, you dunked me!"
Lola rolled her eyes. Maybe this was going to be harder than she thought. Hopefully he'll get this next one. "Alright, next: Remember that time when you two missed that crazy ten minute sale at the school store? Well, that was all because you didn't get the message from your cell. Agree or disagree?"
Again, she had to bring up another way he disappointed his girlfriend. Wasn't she supposed to be helping him not hurting him? "Yeah, I agree, look, why are you—"
"WRONG ANSWER!" Lola chucked another baseball and again Michael was dunked in the water. "Dustin accidentally dropped your phone in the toilet, remember?" she called.
"Seriously, what did I do to deserve this torture!?"
"Didn't you just here me? You gave the wrong answer!"
"But maybe if I had a clue as to what answer you were looking for—"
"Too late! I'm moving on! Now, please get this one right, man!" She started to deliver another past situation but suddenly decided against it. No, she was going to go for the big daddy. This could possibly damage his already broken heart, but baby steps were for losers. She wanted the old Michael back and didn't like to wait. "It's your fault Lisa wanted to leave! You didn't give her a reason to stay, now agree or disagree." She stared at him hard; even he wouldn't dare think—
"YES! YES YES YES YES! Si! However you say 'yes' in different languages. It's my fault! I wasn't man enough for her to stay! It's true! It's all truuuuueee!" His tears blended in with the water that already existed on his face, but that didn't stop his breakdown as he poured all his sadness out. He could have done so many things to make her stay! He could've forced her, he could've let her know all the things he felt about her, how much he cared for her. He could've at least begged and pleaded and graveled at her feet (well, more than he did, anyway). The truth hurt, but in his case it burned a sickening and bottomless hole in his heart. He failed at his himself; he failed at his relationship; he failed at life.
"UGH! WRONG ANSWER!!" more aggravated, she threw the baseball harder at the target. He fell in the water, but instead of yelling and complaining when he merged, he sulked and cried even harder.
"Oh, Michael, stop this!" Part of Lola felt extremely guilty for replanting that thought in his head, but that was replaced with frustration and a stronger determination to prove him wrong about himself. She walked over to him and pulled his hands away from his face. "Please, stop."
"Why? You're right. you know you are, you even said it. I'm a miserable chump who did absolutely nothing from keeping his girlfriend from moving to New Hampshire—which I now know is in the northeastern region of the country. I'm going back to meh-ing."
"Okay, Mr. Relapse Man, listen to me. What I said was not true and you know it. If these questions made up your SAT you would never get into college."
She always said something about getting a wrong answer. What did that mean? "Just what are you talking about already?"
"This was your first test in order to heal from your Lisa wounds and move on. You were supposed to disagree with everything I said."
"Why? It was all true."
Lola sighed. This was going to be harder than she thought. "No, no it wasn't! The bad things that happened between you and Lisa weren't your fault. Did you break up with that psycho college lady? No. Did you tell Dustin to take your phone in the bathroom? No. And did you write an acceptance letter to that fancy dancing school across the country? No."
It was hard for Michael to admit it, especially since Lisa was blocking his other thoughts again, but Lola may've had something. "But…"
"But nothing. You know what your problem is? Instead of blaming the world for things that go wrong, you blame yourself. The reason why it's so hard for you to get past this is because you think it's your fault in the first place. I bet you'd blame yourself for the stock market crashing if you lived during the 1930s."
"Well, my great grandfather did make some pretty poor investments…"
"Michael, you're an amazing guy. What makes you an awesome boyfriend is that you become the sweetest person and you'll give the world to whatever girl you're with. But because of that, when something goes wrong you'll turn it back to yourself in some way, shape, or form. You can't do that anymore, Michael. You need to give yourself some credit and accept the fact that Lisa left because of her dance scholarship, not because you weren't man enough for her. If this is what she really wanted, then no one could've stopped her from making that choice—not even you."
He sat quietly as his ears took it all in. He had to hear it. It was hard for him, but he had to take in Lola's words, he knew that. Wasn't he the one that said he was going to do whatever it takes to get over this and move on with his life? Right now he wasn't doing a good job of that, but he had to try harder. "Your bluntness is somewhat appreciated. …Do you really think I was an awesome boyfriend?" Hey, he wasn't that depressed that he couldn't take a compliment. He needed all the ego boosting he could get.
"The awesomest. And hey, good luck to Lisa for trying to find a New Hampshire boy as funny and as sweet as you."
"Thanks, Lola, for getting me out of that hole, again. I guess I can be a tad overdramatic."
"A tad?" she snorted. "More like a thousand tads and three smidges. But, it's all for a friend. So what do you think of my plan so far?"
"Well, I'm definitely not healed yet. I have a lot of rebuilding myself to do. But I do bet you can help me through this (kinda)."
"Yay! Now to celebrate your mini-breakthrough, let's get you out of those wet clothes and catch a bite to eat."
"Oh, yeah sure, but I think you're forgetting a tiny detail: my BUTT is glued to the chair."
Lola quickly stifled a laugh as she looked down. "No actually, your shorts are glued to the chair."
"Yeah, but how is that going to—" he looked back and forth between his shorts and a giggling Lola as his mind slowly began to get the picture. "You're not thinking I…"
Lola bit her lip and nodded, still trying not to burst out in laughter.
"Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…"
"Woo, Michael!"
"Lookin' good!"
"Hey buddy!"
"Oh my gosh!"
That and more amused whistles came from the campus as Michael cringed while scurrying down quickly to Maxwell Hall for clothes, wearing Lola's cotton blue sweater as a fashion statement around his…well…you know…man parts. Lola walked next to him, cracking up among the rest of the crowds.
"You're right," she mused, "You are ninety percent abs and ten percent Leroy's Potato Chips."
"Ah, shaddup!"
"Quinn! Quinn! Quinn!"
Logan walked through the courtyard looking for his girlfriend. He decided to take his time since he still had to conjure up an explanation in his head of why she saw what she just saw. He also had to make sure he got off all the banana peels and empty gum wrappers from his clothes (seriously, a lot of students at PCA must love their daily dose of potassium because there were a lot of banana peels in that trash can). It was nothing, he kept on repeating to himself. Well, if it was nothing, why did Mandy's words still stick to him like they did? He couldn't describe it very well since he's never been in this kind of predicament, but they bothered him, made him uneasy, and seriously made him think. Did she…? No, this seriously thinking thing was seriously hurting his brain. He hated potential drama, and didn't want to deal with it right now. So, he was just going to find Quinn, tell her this was just a huge misunderstanding, and move on with his day.
He was about to end his search in the courtyard when a force bumped into his back. He turned around ready to lash out at whoever made him stumble. "Dude, what's your—Mark?"
Mark DelFigello staggered back a bit and put his hands in his pockets. "Sorry, Logan, I was just looking for someone."
Logan was about to blow him off when a thought came to his head. "That person wouldn't be Quinn, would it?"
"Why, are you looking for her?"
"…maybe."
"Well I thought you of all people would know where she is considering how she stormed out of the courtyard murmuring obscenities under her breath about you," which was true. He still had questions and ideas he had to run through about their project, but Quinn was the one to end their session on account of she wanted to get back to Logan and didn't want to make him wait. Yeah, it was a bit disappointing seeing as how that was the second time in almost six months that they spent any time together and he was rather enjoying himself, but you know, what could he do? After all, Logan was her boyfriend now, even if it was a pretty…odd sight to see. Hm, he never thought about that before…hm…
"She was? I mean, yeah, well, you know, it wasn't anything serious or anything; we're cool. I just wanna, you know, know where she is, that's all," only that was the complete opposite of what Logan was feeling. Was she that upset? She didn't see that much—otherwise he would've already had a black eye—but it was still enough to anger her? Uh oh, he was in major doodie.
"Well, she walked into the girls' hall, but that's all I saw. Sorry." To be honest, he wasn't all that sorry. By her looks she was pretty pissed, and it sounded like he could care less. Some boyfriend. Hm…
Logan suspiciously looked him up and down, making sure he wasn't hiding anything. He would have a pretty good reason to do so (coughjealousycough), but he had no time to hate Mark; he had to find Quinn. "Yeah, I gotta go." He was about to head off, but he was stopped once again.
"Hold up," said Mark and his hands reached for Logan's backside. Uh, Logan thought, should I contact an adult?
"You have a banana peel stuck to your butt," and with that, he grabbed it and with one quick inspection, he shrugged his shoulders and took a bite. Mmm, his favorite snack.
Logan gave him the weirdest look and slowly backed away, wanting to get away from this bizarre moment as fast as possible. Once again, the thought entered his mind: What did Quinn see in him?
"Quinn? Quinn?" Yes, Logan continued his search now in the girls' lounge. Luckily he didn't have to look long because he quickly spotted a brunette sitting cross-legged on the couch ahead of him. He should've checked twice to make sure it was her, but he was too desperate to be forgiven and also a bit too hard headed. He crept slowly up behind the brown-haired girl and snaked his hands around her neck.
"There's my sexy, adorable—STACEY!?" Oh, the irony. The horrible, horrible, irony. How in the world could he mistake his Quinn for Stacey Dilson? And since when did Stacey curl her hair?
Stacey swung around in shock. "Logan? You think I'm sexy and adorable, nerh (okay, you know that weird noise she makes at almost all the end of her sentences? Well, that's what that is)."
Logan was about to heavily object, but was interrupted by, of course, Quinn, who's timing couldn't be more perfect. What a way to make an awkward and uncomfortable situation worse.
"Yet again you just can't take your hands off another girl just vowing for your attention, can you? Seriously, Logan." She was about to storm off again, but Logan quickly ran to stop her. Now this one wasn't his fault, and he couldn't make her run off again.
"Wait, wait, baby, wait."
Quinn reluctantly turned around and crossed her arms. "Yes?" She knew that even though she was extremely mad, he had to have a good explanation, and that it was only fair to let him try to explain.
"Look, I know what you saw looked bad, but you have to believe me, nothing happened."
She shook her head. Honestly, she was expecting something much better than that. "And why exactly should I believe you?"
Logan got tripped up on her reply for a second. "Uh…because I'm right?"
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Bye, Logan."
"No, wait! I mean…well, nothing happened, that's what I mean."
"Logan, she was leaning against you, hand on your leg, and whispering in your ear to 'say hi to your girlfriend for me'. Last time I checked, I am your girlfriend and that gives me a right to be a tad angered."
"The way that trashcan slammed into my head I wouldn't consider that a tad angered." He murmured not intending for her to hear.
"What?"
"I mean," he sighed, trying to get his words right in his head and not screw up again. "I know, okay I know that sounds bad, and I know that Mandy may intimidate you—"
Quinn raised her eyebrows and shot him a look as if she was just insulted. Quinn? Intimidated? By a skanky temptress? Please.
Logan noticed the look and quickly corrected himself. "—or annoy you, but there's no need for that. She was just talking; that's what girls like her do. Yes, I admit that she was trying to flirt with me, but she was just trying, not succeeding." He stifled the urge to pat himself on the back for that awesome statement and took her hand in his, holding it tightly to make sure she wouldn't let go. He stared deep into her eyes, which was an unfair advantage on her part considering how weak they made her.
"I did nothing to urge her, I promise. How can I even think about her when I have you—wait, I still have you, don't I?"
Quinn bit her lip while still hopelessly staring into his eyes. She was a strong and independent woman—or teenage girl—so she shouldn't cave in so quickly. But, that schoolgirl part of her mentioned earlier just thought he was so…so sweet and determined and loyal. She could see in his eyes that he was willing to stand here all night if that meant convincing her that nothing happened; no matter what deadly glare she gave him he wouldn't crack. Aw… So, she came to the decision that this was a waste of time. Maybe she should just forgive him and move on. But first…
"Only if you promise me that that is ALL that happened; that that was ALL she was trying to do. No evil manipulation or anything." Her eyes stayed focused on him waiting for his answer.
Now it was Logan's turn to bite his lip. Great, now Mandy's words immediately entered his mind: You having an official girlfriend is sweet and all, but you can be honest with me, we both know this whole thing with…Quinn…won't last long. You're a player, and you need someone who'll make you honor that title… The last time he checked his dictionary, manipulation was exactly what she was up to. It was only a sentence or two, but they just kept on repeating in his brain over and over. Basically, she wanted him to dump Quinn—his Quinn—for her. At least, he was pretty sure that's what "someone like…" meant. No, he couldn't think that—he wouldn't think that. No matter what people thought, Quinn was his, and he loved her, which was why he decided her words didn't matter. But, he also knew Quinn wouldn't see it that way. He knew her and how she overreacted. He didn't want her to go through all that worry for nothing. So…he had to…lie. Yes, that sounded bad, but what else was he supposed to do?
"I promise, baby." He kissed the top of her head for emphasis and hopefully to hid his nervousness.
There was a small voice in the back of her head that wanted to question him yet again, but she fought against that voice and accepted his words. She loved him, she knew that much, and that much was just enough for her…for now.
"Okay, I forgive you." With her other hand she grabbed onto his hand already in hers and motioned for him to wrap it around her shoulder. They began walking out of the lounge, but Logan couldn't help but feel as if the storm wasn't over.
"Really?"
"Yep. But for payback, you're going to be my guinea pig for my latest experiment; I need someone to test it on."
Logan cringed. The storm was definitely no over. "What is it?" he dared to ask.
"An electrical viral assimilator."
"Is it going to hurt?"
"Aw…yeah, pretty much."
"Is it here? No. Is it here? No. How about here? Yes—wait, no. UGH!" It was 10:45, and Zoey was on the floor of her closet, waist deep in her collection of purses, digging in each and every one in hopes of finding James necklace. Why she was doing this, you ask (I'm going to assume that you did)? Well, after that horribly awkward moment between her and James in his dorm, she had a surprisingly wonderful day with Chase. He told her stories and made her laugh. He was his funny, loving, and slightly uncoordinated self that she loved and not once did he ask her about James or what happened earlier. That only proved what an awesome and amazingly sweet boyfriend he was, and if she was at least going to be up to par with that she had to set James straight and get this burden off her chest. She was absolutely committed to Chase, and nothing was going to change that. So, now she was ready to handle James' necklace and give it back to him. Then, she'll yell in his face, "I LOVE CHASE!" Yeah, that's it. Well, it would be as soon as she found the darn thing.
"Oh, come on, you cannot tell me that's not funny."
"I've been telling you it's not funny for the past five minutes already."
"I don't know why because it's funny!"
"No, it's not."
Zoey could hear the voices of her two roommates entering the room. She poked her head out of the closet door.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"More like what's so not funny," commented Quinn, setting her bag down on her bottom bunk.
Lola rolled her eyes and threw off her shoes. "Whatever, she's just suffering from a tumor on her funny bone. It really is a serious disease."
"I do not have a tumor on my funny bone. There's no such thing—I should know."
"It's not my fault you never laugh at Michael's jokes."
"It's not my fault I don't find his jokes amusing. He's funny enough when he's not trying to be funny."
"But you have to admit what he did was hilariously hilarious."
Zoey had to interrupt considering she was so confused. "What did he do?"
"Well, we were walking along the sidewalk when he said—why are you buried in purses in the closet?" She pointed to all the bags covering her legs.
"Oh, I'm looking for James' necklace."
Quinn was now distracted from the previous conversation. "Oh, yeah, he is back at PCA. But, what are you planning to do with the necklace, Zo?"
"I'm planning to give it back to him so I can move on with my life."
"But what's there to move on from? I thought you two made a clean break?"
"I thought so, too, until I found the necklace and saw him and his stupid gorgeous green eyes staring back at me pleading to tell me something important. What if he tells me something I don't want to hear?"
"Well, maybe you should—"
"Hush! I'm gonna answer my own question. I'm going to stop him before that happens, that's what. So, to do that I have to give him back his necklace, but I can't find it!" she turned to Lola. "Lola, you were the one that put it back in here. Where did you hide it?"
Lola thought back to yesterday. "Um…oh, yeah, in one of your purses."
"That's specific," Zoey dripped sarcasm over her words.
"Hold on… It was a green bag with small Ds stitched into the handle. Um…I think the label said it was a Danicci."
At that moment Zoey's world froze. A green Danicci bag? A green Danicci bag. A green Danicci bag! Oh, darn it! She hopped from the closet ran to practically dig her nails into Lola's shoulders. She began shaking her ferociously. "A green Danicci bag!? Woman, do you know what you just did!?"
"No, but I do know my shoulders are going to start bleeding in ten seconds if you don't let go."
"I can handle blood! What I can't handle is the look on Chase's face when he sees James' necklace that he doesn't know exists!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Grr!" Zoey was not a violent person, but she seriously felt like destroying something right now. Quinn slowly began motioning toward the two, trying to talk Zoey down. "Come on, Zo, just rest on your bed and I don't have to use my knowledge of pressure points on you, okay?"
Even though her head was spinning, that much she could understand so she let go of Lola's shoulders and followed the path to her bed.
"Now," instructed Quinn, "take a deep breath."
Zoey did as ordered.
"Release."
Zoey did as ordered.
"And now tell us what's wrong."
Zoey sighed before continuing. "Well, when Chase was over here last night he needed a gift for his sister's birthday—"
"Wait," interrupted Lola, "Chase has a sister?"
"Yeah, anyway, to help him with his gift problems I gave him that same green Danicci bag to give to her! And now he probably has a billion questions swimming in his head, the first one being why does he have such a horrible girlfriend!"
"Look, Look," Lola thought of something that was sure to calm her down. "You don't have to worry. If Chase knew the necklace was in that purse then he would've totally flipped out by now."
"That is a very Chase thing to do," commented Quinn.
"Exactly, so it's obvious that he shipped it off without knowing. So, no worries! You're in the clear."
"Yeah," said Zoey, "you know until Holly looks in her present, finds a gorgeous golden necklace and says, 'Who's James? That's not my husband'. Then what?"
"Well…" Lola was about to answer, but paused thinking more of her plan. She opened her mouth again to speak, but closed it. No, that wouldn't work. She opened, but wait, she closed again. "Another problem for another day," she finally decided.
"Thanks!" but as she was turning away, Zoey quickly grabbed her big yellow pillow (her very infamous head bopping pillow) and chucked it at the back of Lola's head.
"Hey!"
"Well," she rose, "I'm going to brush my teeth and wash my face in sorrow," and she was soon out the door.
Lola sighed and pulled her hair out of her pigtails. "Relationship drama; good thing I don't have that."
"Yeah," agreed Quinn sitting on her bed, "same here."
All of a sudden a burst of laughter escaped from Lola's mouth. Quinn gave her a strange look. "What's so funny?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I just thought you said you have no relationship problems."
"Uh, yeah, I did. So…?"
"So, wasn't it you who called me on my phone earlier yelling Logan this and Make-Out Mandy that and shouting stuff like," she began impersonating her voice, "Oh my gosh, I can't stand him! He's such a pompous idiot!" Lola was just ending her bite to eat with Michael when she got the call. On the outside, she was there for her friend, but on the inside, she so knew this was coming. It was only strike one of how Logan was somehow going to screw up their relationship. She knew it was only a matter of time.
"Okay, one, my voice so doesn't sound like that, and two, we made up, remember?"
"Yeah," she murmured, "for now."
Quinn gave her a hard look and rose from her bed. Must she remind her that she had perfect hearing? "And what exactly are you trying to say?"
"What I've being trying to say for the past six months: he's. An. Idiot."
"Yes, yes! I know! And…?"
"And it's only a matter of time before you realize that and dump his sorry butt."
"Okay, his but may be sorry but it's perfectly toned, and—hey, hold on a second; I thought you two were friends?"
"Oh, we are of course, but being friends, I am completely exposed to his douchebaggyness and seeing as how you are my best friend, I don't want you exposed to it, too."
Quinn sighed. She hated going through this with Lola. "No one knows his douchebaggyness more than I do."
"And yet you're still with him!" Now that was something Lola didn't get.
"Yes, I am because I love him. Now, if we're done here I'd like to get ready for bed." With that said she walked in the closet and began looking for some PJs. It was silent for a while before Lola just couldn't keep her mouth shut.
"Just please refresh my memory: what do you see in him that us—his friends—don't see?"
Quinn released a heavy sigh and was about to just ignore her, but thought again. Maybe this could be the chance to make Lola see what she saw in him everyday. Well, there was the fact that she tried that like a million times, but how could a million and one hurt? "Well," she began, "he's funny, considerate, a really passionate guy when it comes to some things. He knows just the right thing to do to make me smile, he actually pays attention to what I say even if he can't understand a word of it, and he remembers the tiniest details about me like I'm allergic to cinnamon."
She's allergic to cinnamon, thought Lola.
"And I know he has his not-so-tender moments—"
"Pff. That's the understatement of the century."
"BUT, he's amazing to me and he makes me feel beautiful and normal and well…special. So damn that Mandy Franklin; I'm not gonna let her—or you—make me change my mind about how I feel. So there."
Lola was silent for a while as she took her words in. Finally, she was able to speak. "…wow…"
"So do you finally get it?" she asked hopefully.
"Nope, not at all."
Quinn sighed. "You just don't see him like I do, Lola. He's like…like…like those Sour Patch Kids commercials. First he's sour, then he's sweet." She started daydreaming like a little schoolgirl again at the thought of his sweet side.
Lola was silent again. "…wow…"
"So do you finally get it?"
"Nope, not at all."
"UGH!" Quinn decided to let it go and went back to grabbing some pajama pants. Lola was about to start brushing her hair when she was stopped by her phone ringing. She grabbed her phone from her bag on her bed and as soon as she read the screen she answered.
"Hello?"
…
"Oh, hey Michael!" Quinn poked her head when she heard Lola on the phone.
…
"Not much, getting ready for bed. You?"
…
"No, you can keep the sweater—even though it's not your color."
…
"Hahaha, yeah, I remember. How could I forget?"
…
"Sorry, SHE DIDN'T THINK IT WAS FUNNY." She turned up the volume of her voice just to make sure Quinn heard her. Quinn rolled her eyes. "Well, it wasn't," she whispered.
…
"I said it was hilariously hilarious."
…
"Yeah. Hey, did you ever get those chopsticks out of your nose?"
…
"Ouch, must have hurt."
…
Lola let out another hearty laugh. "I totally would have done the same thing."
…
"Anyway, it's getting late. We gotta sleep so we can start your next challenge tomorrow."
…
"Wait—are those the shorts with the blue basketballs and footballs on them?"
…
"Didn't Lisa buy those for you last year?"
…
"So you're not allowed to wear them."
…
"Because I said so, that's why!"
…
"Well, fine then."
…
Lola snickered. "No, I'm not mad."
…
"Alrighty then."
…
"Nighty night." She then hung up.
Quinn was now in her nightwear and sat cross legged on her bottom bunk carefully analyzing Lola's and Michael's conversation. "So, you're still helping Michael with his Lisa problems?"
"Yep, why?"
"Oh, nothing, I just find it sweet that you're helping him is all."
"Well, he's my friend; of course I'd help him. And besides, we had so much fun at Sushi Rox! He—"
Quinn was able to finish her sentence. "I know! I know! He stuffed forty-eight spicy tuna rolls in his mouth on a dare. Then he told you the story of how he broke all the mirrors at his ballet recital when he was six and you laughed so hard you choked on your yellow tail. He gave you the Heimlich maneuver, you thanked him, and then you guys started having a conversation about 'Who was Heimlich?' and 'Who decided his maneuver was so great?' Yep."
Lola paused. "…Hey, Quinn, am I annoying you?"
"No, it's just weird how you two have so much in common. I've never really realized it before."
"Yeah, I never really noticed, either. But he's cute, smart, and extremely funny. I don't get why Lisa decided to leave so soon. If I was his girlfriend—"
Quinn caught onto something and smiled mischievously at the thought. "If you were his girlfriend…"
Lola gave her a look for she didn't like what Quinn was possibly thinking. "Yeah, if. IF, but I'm not, so whatever stupid little plot is planting in your head, unplant it."
"What plot?" she asked innocently as she teased, "I'm just saying…"
"Nothing! You're just saying nothing because I'm with my Vince, and that's how it's gonna be because we're the perfect couple."
"Perfect couple? I didn't know there was such a thing as a perfect couple."
Lola smiled. Now it was her turn to up talk her boyfriend, yay! "Well that proves you don't know everything because we are. Here's proof: He's hot; I'm hot. He's a football player; I'm an aspiring actress. He's a sweetheart; I'm a sweetheart, and we never ever fight for longer than five minutes."
"That's because you two start making out before one insult is thrown."
"Exactly, that's called compromising."
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I just don't think a relationship should only be based off of how cute two people look on paper."
Lola was next to roll her eyes. "I'd expect you to say that. I mean, you and Logan go together like peanut butter and jellyfish."
"Actually I love peanut butter and jellyfish were Logan's favorite invertebrate sea animal ages 8 through 10."
"Whatever, I just know that if two people are perfect with each other then why not? We've been good for six and a half months and that's good enough for me."
"You're wrong," disagreed Quinn.
"No, you're wrong."
"Actually, I agree with Quinn," Zoey suddenly walked back in the room and plopped down on her bed. "Two people should be with each other because they truly love each other, not because it seems right."
Lola was flustered for a moment at Zoey's entrance. "Well…you just came in so you don't have a right to agree."
Quinn walked toward Zoey and sat at the edge of her bed next to her. "Don't even try, Zo. She's as stubborn as a mule—hey! That's another thing you and Michael have in common!"
"You and Michael?" Zoey looked back and forth between the two wondering just what the previous conversation was about.
"No! There's no me and Michael! There's a me and Vince, and in five seconds there's going to be a me and that bed because I'm going to sleep so I don't' have to listen to this nonsense anymore."
Quinn giggled while Zoey was still confused. Were they talking about her and Michael as a couple? "Wait…I thought you were dating Vince."
"I am!"
"Hold on," interrupted Quinn, "Just how does Vince feel about you spending all your extra time helping Michael get over his ex-girlfriend?"
"Well, for your information he…um…" Wow, Lola never really thought about that. She spent almost her whole day with Michael and only talked to Vince once. That was cue for a wave of guilt to run through her. But…hey! Why should she feel guilty? He was the one that thought it was more important to practice football on a freakin' Saturday then spend time with his girlfriend. She was bored, and she could tell Michael really needed her help. So, therefore she had no need to feel bad…right?
"He…um…?" Zoey and Quinn both pushed.
"He…um…GOODNIGHT!" before both could respond, Lola ran to cut off the lights of the room and rushed into her bed.
"LOLA!" they yelled, but she could not hear them on account of the loud and obnoxious snores coming from her mouth. The fact that she's never snored a day in her life completely escaped her as she fell to a false-sleep.
"Okay, so why did the monkey fall out of the tree?"
"Um…I don't know, why?"
"Because he was dead!"
The pair engaged in a very hearty laugh as Lola hugged her sides and Michael took a quick sip of his sparkling apple juice. They were sitting in a cozy table for two at Sushi Rox and enjoying every second of it. Music gracefully played through their ears and half-eaten Japanese meals were on their plates. Lola finally spoke once she decided her breathing rate was at an acceptable level.
"Oh, my gosh you are so funny."
"Aren't I so?"
She took a small bite of her yellow tail. "How much you wanna bet that if I tell that to the gang they'd burst out laughing."
"I'd bet on everyone but Quinn. You know she never laughs at any of my jokes," he said solemly.
"Aw," Lola reached across the table and began stroking his hand. "Well, she's crazy because your jokes are hilariously hilarious!"
Michael looked up. "Really?"
"Really."
"Really really?"
"Really really really really."
The two gently chuckled and continued with their meals. Their evening continued like this in perfect bliss until Kazu walked over to their table.
"Sorry, kids, but the restaurant is closing for the night. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
Both simultaneously jerked up from their conversation about "Why Girls Cover Their Mouths When they're Surprised" and looked around.
"Wow," said Lola, "we really are the last ones left."
"Yeah…"
As Kazu started to walk away, the table became oddly silent. Lola felt extremely weird as she looked up from her plate every couple of seconds to find Michael staring at her.
"…Do I have something in my teeth?"
"No," he said, all joking aside, "your teeth are perfect."
"Th-thanks…" Lola couldn't explain why all of a sudden heat started rushing to her cheeks. It was silent again before Michael finally worked up the nerve to speak.
"Lola, look, there's something that I've wanted to do all day but I haven't summoned the courage to do it.
Lola froze and stared straight at him. Why now was her heartbeat starting to increase? "What is it?"
Michael fidgeted with his napkin then spoke again. "Well…I…I want to thank you for helping me get over Lisa."
Lola let out a huge sigh wiped her brow. That's all? Well, that's a major relief. "No problem, Michael. You're like my best guy friend; I'd do anything to help you. You fidgeted over that?"
"Well, no. I fidgeted over this," without warning, he rose from his seat and gallantly walked next to Lola's chair. He grabbed her hand and as soon as he lifted her from her seat, he planted a huge an unanticipated kiss on her lips. But what was really huge and unanticipated…was that Lola kissed back.
In the middle of the night, Lola jerked automatically from her pillow and covers. Sweat dripping from her forehead and neck, she gasped as she opened her eyes.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
A/N: I've been waiting to type up that very last scene for days! W00t! Finally done! Now I know many of you are probably in shock, or feel the very need to flame me for me taking this Michael/Lola direction, and I am more than happy to accept them. I have a perfect reason for this, and like I said in the first chapter, you all will love me by the end of this story. Well, I wish that was the peak of this drama-filled story, but once again, it's not. There is a WHOLE lot more stuff to come, and I absolutely can't wait for this scene between Chase and James where they—oops! I forgot, I can't say it…hehehehehe… I really liked that I finally put Mark in this chapter and even though it wasn't a lot, I can guess you people can understand what's going on in his head. Well, I guess that's it for this chapter, and chapter six should be up soon. Now, before I go…
Z101 Trivia Moment! Woo: Now, every time I watch Zoey 101 on Nickelodeon, this baby thing comes on about Victoria Justice a.k.a. Lola Martinez. Now, if you know this then maybe you guys can guess it: What was Victoria Justice's first word? Now, I'm going to give you guys a clue: it's extremely generic, so it won't be that hard. Okeedokee, time to go. Sayonara, Amigos, and please, please review!