A/N: I had some time to write and what came out was this chapter instead of anything for everything else I'm working on hence this got updated.

Thank you again to those of you who reviewed!

And I really don't like the summary for this story so any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. What I just changed it to is just temporary and if you like it better then maybe not, but I'm still not happy with it.

Chapter One: A Worst Case Scenario

Logan was a bit anxious as he lied in bed. For three nights he had dreamt of Dana. Every single detail was always the same, every detail of her. He wondered why he remembered so many things about her and how she looked on that last day. She was wearing a rather tight white t-shirt that said in black letters, "Are you trying to piss me off?" And her black mini skirt flared out a bit so that it flowed with her when she walked. Of course she was wearing her black converse, she wore them almost the entire year. And her hair, the hair that would get lit up at the very end of the dream, for the last moment he saw her, was in it's usual curls and just down. It was funny how he suddenly seemed to remember every detail about her and yet on the fifth day of school, fourth day of classes, he hadn't even memorized his class schedule.

Eventually Logan drifted off to sleep and found something new awaiting him.

Logan found himself back in May, two years, three months and twelve days ago. He was at the day she left again. It was sunny yet cool and he was approaching the table, where she momentarily sat alone, again. But this time when he reached the table he didn't draw attention to himself by calling her "Butch" like he actually did. Instead Logan took Dana's muffin away from her just as she was about to pick it up from her tray. This wasn't unusual for Logan to do. He liked to steal her food, it made her angry.

"Hey," Dana said angrily as she grabbed his hand and ripped her muffin back from him. She set it back down on her tray, but decided to get some pay back and took his orange too.

Nicole, Zoey, and Chase arrived and separated them essentially making the food stealing stop. Logan sat in his seat and tried to move on eating his breakfast. But she had his orange, she was winning. He wasn't even planning on eating the orange; he was going to take it with him for later, which in all previous dreams and in reality when the day occurred that was exactly what he did. He brought the orange with him and ate it on the car ride home.

At some point during his sulking Michael had arrived and Nicole had started her "I'm going to miss you guys so much" speech. But as Nicole went to hand Dana her notebook for everyone to write down their contact information in, Dana was pealing the orange she had stolen. On the actual day she was picking at a muffin, but now her hands were sticky with juice from the orange and it prompted her to say, "My hands are a mess."

"Right," Nicole agreed and passed her notebook to Michael on her other side thus sending it around the table in the opposite direction. Logan wrote the same fake and muddled numbers in it, but didn't have to say anything to Chase since Zoey's information wasn't in there for him to stare at.

When the notebook got around to a now clean handed Dana she looked at it, looked up at Logan, quickly wrote down her information, looked back up and said, "You're going to have to have Logan write his down again since all of his fives could also be eights and because this is definitely not his number."

"How would you know? You don't know my number," Logan returned.

"Because your 'fake' area code is actually my area code…in Ohio," Dana answered triumphantly.

With everyone looking at him expectantly just waiting for him to give in, Logan finally did, "Fine, I'll write down my real numbers." But he didn't. He just put in his real area code this time.

Instead of zoning out during the "what everyone's doing over summer break" conversation, Logan was preoccupied with thoughts of how incredibly annoyed he was with Dana. He was definitely going to have to get her back before they left. Though he didn't have any ideas for what his revenge would be, Logan figured being around her would probably be necessary. So this time when the girls asked him if he would help them pack as Chase and Michael had volunteered, he actually agreed to.

By noon Nicole's parents had arrived and everyone was supposed to be helping by carrying boxes to the car, but Logan got an idea and lagged behind everyone. Once everyone was out of sight Logan quickly re-opened one of the packed boxes that was marked as Dana's and started going through it. Logan's genius idea was that he would find something embarrassing and then embarrass her with it. Okay, so not really genius, but it was the first thing he came up with.

Unfortunately for Logan the box he randomly opened just contained clothes. Among them was a rather tiny black bikini, but that wasn't embarrassing, though Logan did decide it was definitely hot. As he was starting to think rifling through the box was hopeless Logan felt something thick and wool. He pulled it out and found it to be a hand knit light pink sweater with a unicorn stitched on the front, yep that would work.

He smirked and quickly hid the sweater behind his back as everyone re-entered the room to grab more boxes.

"So nice of you to help Logan," Zoey said sarcastically as she picked up another one of Nicole's boxes. She really brought way too many things to school because it was going to be at least on more trip for everyone before all of her things were gone.

Logan ignored Zoey and held up the sweater in front of him as he said, "Gee Cruz, this is one…attractive sweater."

Dana was absolutely livid. Logan was crossing a very big line and he didn't even know it. Dana walked up to him, grabbed the sweater from his hands, and literally slapped the smirk off of his face. He was smirking because he thought she was embarrassed and therefore he won. But she slapped him hard across his left cheek, a loud smack resounding in the room, because she was upset not embarrassed. She tried to keep an even tone as she said with a gesture to the sweater in her hand, "This, was the last thing my grandmother made for me before she died three months ago over spring break. Despite the fact that I'd never actually wear it, I brought it back with me because I wasn't ready to let her go yet." Tears were threatening to fall from her eyes, but the last thing she was going to do was let Logan Reese see her cry. She changed topics and said before quickly exiting with the sweater still in her hand, "But really Logan, thank you for reminding me why I'm really glad that I'm never coming back here."

Never coming back? What the hell? Logan looked at everyone around him. They had been stunned when Dana hit him, but when she told him that she was leaving they knew he didn't know. They were looking down, avoiding his questioning glances so he had to ask, "She's leaving?"

Chase was the first one to finally meet his eyes as he replied, "Her parents signed her up for the exchange program. Starting next fall she'll be in Paris."

"For how long?" Logan asked, though he was oddly terrified to hear the answer.

"The way her parents are talking, she's pretty sure it's going to be all of high school," Chase replied since no one else seemed to want to answer.

Before he could stop himself, Logan said, "And she told all of you but not me?" He knew it was a stupid thing to say. Given their history and this moment now, it made sense why she didn't tell him, but he wasn't thinking and he said it anyway.

Zoey seemed to finally find her voice angrily pointing out to him what he was aware of, but ignored when he asked the question. "Does that really surprise you given what you just did to her? This, you being a jerk to her and everyone really, isn't new. And you're never sorry. Why would she tell you? You treat her like she doesn't matter why should she treat you like you do?" Zoey was practically yelling, but stopped when Chase laid a hand on her shoulder. Somehow he always had that claming and distracting effect on her.

Chase gently steered Zoey out of the room and Nicole, Michael, and Quinn followed. Chase had decided Logan didn't need to hear everything he already knew. Plus he was hoping that maybe Logan would actually feel guilty if he was left alone with his thoughts.

It worked. Logan quickly realized that he felt like a complete bastard. He didn't feel bad for some of the stuff he had done like constantly asking Dana to make out because her being hot just made that necessary. And he didn't feel bad for occasionally stealing her food because as earlier that morning showed, she was capable of winning those little battles. And he didn't really feel bad for some of the names he had called her because she always called him a name in return; she even started some of them. Even though he decided he couldn't possibly have known about the sweater or her grandmother, he did feel horrible about it. She was leaving forever and he felt like he didn't know her at all. But why did he want to know her? She was just a girl, right? He decided that the weird feeling in the pit of his stomach had to be guilt and once he apologized he could get rid of it. So Logan went in search of Dana to apologize.

The problem with searching for a girl that you just found out you don't actually know at all, is that you have no idea where to look for her. Logan tried all the most logical places first such as the girls lounge, outside the building hoping that she was too lazy to go too far, and the cafeteria because maybe he made her depressed and she was one of those girls that stuffed their faces when depressed.

Five o'clock, the time he would be picked up, seemed to be fast approaching and he still hadn't found her. He should have been in his room getting together the last of his things, but remembering that to get picked up one would have to go to the front of the school Logan decided he needed to head to the front of the school because then he would surely see her whenever she left.

Logan got to the front of the school just in time. In the parking lot he could see a cab driver putting the last of Dana's belongings in the trunk and her getting ready to climb in the backseat. He ran to catch her because he needed this feeling that was gnawing at him to go away. He got to her just as she was about to put her foot in the car and climb in.

Logan was huffing and puffing and before he could say anything she said, "Don't. Just don't Logan. I know you're going to say you're sorry, but we both know you're not because you never have been before. To be sorry you'd have to have a conscious and you don't. Just let me go." She got in the car and he let go of the door he had been holding thinking that he'd actually hang on to it and delay her from leaving. But he had released the door and he couldn't seem to speak. "Goodbye Logan," she said with absolutely no emotion before telling the driver to go.

And that was it. She was gone. He let her go. Why did he let her go? She just…she seemed hurt. And he didn't want to hurt her anymore so he did what she wanted, he let her go. He watched the cab get further away until he couldn't see it anymore as it drove off into the setting sun and the gnawing feeling in his stomach continued.

Logan's eyes shot open. The room was still dark and according to the clock it was three in the morning. He lifted his hand to his left cheek. For a second he could have sworn it was actually sore. But that was impossible just like the dream and absolutely everything about it couldn't possibly have been true. Like, her grandmother didn't die over spring break, right? And everyone else was in the dark about her leaving too, right? This just didn't make any sense. Why was the day different now? Well, if nothing else at least now he knew that having a goodbye could have been far worse than not having one. Not every goodbye is a good goodbye.

The next day in first period life sciences with Zoey, Logan's curiosity got the better of him. He whispered to her as the teacher had his back turned, "Hey, do you remember Dana Cruz?"

"You mean my roommate for a year? No," Zoey replied hassling him slightly just because he gave her the opportunity.

Logan ignored the sarcasm and continued, "Did her grandmother die over spring break eighth grade year?"

Zoey seemed surprised as she answered, "Yeah, she did. I can't believe you remember that. I mean, we did talk about it for the entire week after we came back, but I never thought you were listening because you rarely do."

If Zoey was still talking Logan didn't notice. He also had no idea what the handout was that was suddenly on top of his desk because he was too caught up in Zoey's answer. Yesterday, before the dream, he absolutely did not remember anything about Dana's grandmother dying. He did not know it had happened and then it was in the dream and it was real and that was insane. What was going on?

Logan knew two things. First, the dreams were absolutely not normal. And second, he was glad that his last day with her did not have the same goodbye as the previous night's dream because he could still vividly recall what the gnawing feeling felt like and the last two years would have been even worse if he had to live with it. What he didn't know was that the next dream would only bring more change and everything was only going to get more complicated.

A/N: Alright, I'll beg. Please, please, please, please, please leave your thoughts.

Next chapter title (probably): A Meaningless Kiss

Thank you for reading!

-Sarah