A/N: I intended to have this up last week and be further along on updating Discovering Us, but last week ended up being a pretty horrible week. Luckily HarryPotter and my new camera helped me escape and move on from last week. So, as soon as I felt up to writing again unfortunately I had to spend another day at the dentist, but I managed to get this done anyway. I'm working on Discovering Us, I promise. Since working on this too thought, updates for this should come much quicker because chapters are so much shorter. So I could make the same amount of progress in each story, but this could get update before that does. I hope that makes sense. It did in my head but the effects of the nitrous oxide may be lingering.

Thank you to the wonderful people who reviewed. You were certainly the bright spot in my bad week.

And finally, on to the chapter...

Chapter Two: A Meaningless Kiss
It was Friday night, the night after dream with the bad goodbye and Logan drank a little more caffeine than he normally did. He didn't even usually drink a lot of soda, instead preferring Gatorade and Vitamin Water, but at almost midnight he had his fourth can of soda that day. He didn't want to go to sleep; he didn't want to have that dream again. He already couldn't get the image of her looking hurt out of his mind and the feeling of guilt out of his stomach; he didn't want to relive it again.

After hours of sitting in bed and listening to the not so quiet snores of his roommates, Logan finally fell asleep.

He was at that same cool day in May again and walking towards her sitting alone at their usual table again. This time he paid attention to her as he walked towards her. She seemed to be dazedly staring at her tray of food. Originally he had walked over noticing the empty spots at the table, but today with his focus on her, noticing her distant state, he didn't even think to start off by calling her one of the many names he had always used.

"Dana," he greeted as he sat down. It wasn't particularly friendly for a greeting, but actually using each other's first names was a lot nicer than they usually were to each other.

She eyed him a bit curiously, not used to hearing her first name spill from his lips and wondering why he decided to use it now. But since he was willing to be civil it seemed, she did the same acknowledging him with, "Logan."

She kept her gaze on him as the first three of their friends joined them, trying to figure out if he was up to something with his sudden niceness. He had started eating his scrambled eggs, but he could feel her stare and he looked up. Their eyes met and held each other for a second before being interrupted by Nicole proclaiming, "I'm going to miss you guys so much. I'm totally going to call everyone everyday."

Dana's attention had gone to her roommate, but Logan's lingered on her for a few seconds longer before he forced himself to return his attention to his breakfast and his quickly cooling eggs.

Logan actually listened to the breakfast conversation this morning. After Nicole had finished her rant about how awful it was going to be to be apart for the summer and how miserable she was going to be back in Kansas, Michael excitedly talked about how his dad was finally going to let him work in one of the auto repair garages they owned. Zoey would be spending her summer watching Dustin while their parents were at work, which she didn't mind, but Dustin kept complaining that he was old enough that he didn't need to be looked after.

Eventually, as they were all getting up and walking to the nearest trashcans to clear and leave their trays, the part finally came where the girls mentioned that they would all be hurrying to finish packing before they were picked up. Chase and Michael immediately offered their help and Logan suddenly found himself saying, "Yeah, I'll help too."

Where did that come from? Logan wasn't sure. He was just dumping the contents of his tray into the garbage can and everyone was around and talking and he just said it, not thinking. As he placed his tray on top of the stack of trays he missed a few curious looks, but he had offered to help and since they needed it, he wasn't questioned.

No one really cared enough to figure out why he was actually doing something nice, no one except Dana who had thought he was acting weird all morning. As the gang proceeded to the girls' dorm room she grabbed his arm. Logan stopped, looked at her, looked down at his arm she was holding, and looked back up questioningly. Once the gang was a few steps away and didn't seem to notice their absence, Dana roughly released his arm and demandingly questioned, "What are you up to?"

"Nothing," Logan replied easily because he really didn't have anything planned. Sure, actually helping other people pack was not how he planned to spend his day, but there were worse ways to spend a day.

Dana shook her head disbelievingly, "Yeah, I'm gonna believe that after you've been acting all nice all morning. It's obvious you want something so why don't you just get it over with and ask for whatever."

Logan really didn't know what she was talking about, but she did provide him with an opportunity and he never let those slip by. He replied, "Now that you mention it there is actually something I'd like. How about you make out with me?"

Dana's eyes immediately rolled at the tired line. "How many times am I going to have to say no before you finally stop asking?" Dana whined, almost begging.

Logan smirked and said, "Well let's find out. Wanna make out?"

"It's like talking to a wall," Dana said frustrated rubbing her temples.

"Do that often?" was Logan's quick retort.

Dana's eyes thinned, she glared at him. She reached out, hit him upside the head, and turned around and walked back to her dorm room.

Logan followed a few steps behind her. Helping the girls pack might be more fun than he thought since it seemed his mere presence was going to cause Dana great annoyance, and annoying her was his favorite activity.

Logan was wrong. The girls were barely packed at all and there was a lot of work to do. Suddenly Dana disappeared for a while in the afternoon and Logan was left listening to Chase not flirt with Zoey. He didn't get it. Clearly Chase liked Zoey, yet he spent the entire year not making a move on her. Logan hit on just about every girl because he liked all of them, well, he liked them enough to have some fun and that was all he was ever looking for.

After a while Zoey and Chase's conversation actually became helpful to Logan. They had been talking about the things they were going to miss over the summer and Zoey said she was going to miss Kazu's sushi. Nicole had already left and Michael was momentarily helping Quinn with a particularly heavy box, so when Logan started to head for the door Chase and Zoey were easily able to notice.

"Where are you going?" Zoey asked.

"Get my pay check," Logan answered. He didn't think he needed to tell them, but it was their last day and if neither of them were there when he came back, walking out without responding would have been a bad way to leave things.

"I didn't know you were ever showing up for work anymore," Chase commented, not able to remember a time when Logan was working since the web cam fiasco.

"I showed up for like half a shift last week," Logan replied defensively and told them he'd be back in a few.

As Logan entered Sushi Rox he found Dana heading for the door he just came through.

From the back of the room Kazu shouted, "I'll go find your check."

Logan stayed in front of the door because he knew she would want out and it was his second good opportunity of the day. She was in front of him now, waiting for him to move out of the way. He crossed his arms, showing her he was staying put. She wasn't surprised; Logan always took advantage of an opportunity to be annoying. She put her hands on her hips because she need out and she knew that meant she'd be arguing her way out.

"So?" Dana prompted since he had yet to ask for anything to let her pass or tell her why he wasn't just letting her go.

Logan smirked and asked cockily, "Wanna make out?"

Dana laughed at the predictability of his response and commented, "I'm definitely not going to miss that incredibly tired and overused line."

"Yeah you will. You'll come back here in the fall missing it so much that you'll be asking me. You're going to regret all your 'no's'," Logan said confidently.

"No I won't and I'm not going to be back in the fall," Dana let slip.

Not coming back, but just in the fall or never again? Wait, he couldn't ask anything like that because then she might think he cared and of course he didn't. Logan tried to joke, because he couldn't actually let it matter, "Are your parents afraid you're going to get into trouble here or something?"

"They know I will," Dana returned with a mischievous smirk. She was glad he didn't say anything…serious. She was never one for mushy goodbyes, not that she expected anything like that with Logan, but it was why she made the girls promise to act like she was coming back in the fall-the goodbye wouldn't be as bad.

Logan raised an eyebrow. That was…hot. And it didn't surprise him. Her rebellious streak was his favorite thing about her. Not that he liked her or anything…just, well, he supposed he had come to like some aspects.

"Ask me again," Dana said suddenly.

Logan had no idea what she was talking about. He couldn't recall anything before the moment she said she was leaving. She was staring into his eyes though, her head tilted ever so slightly upward because he was just barely taller than her. He guessed and asked in a voice that sounded a little bit lower than normal, "Wanna make out?"

Dana smirked again and pondered out loud, "Well…this could very well be my last opportunity and you did say I'd regret it if I didn't. I don't want to have any regrets, so what could be the harm in giving it a try? I mean, even if we ever do see each other again or if anyone ever asks it's not like I'm going to admit to it. So…sure."

"Seriously?" Logan had to check. Dana simply nodded. Logan was stunned though and he stayed completely stationary.

Dana stayed in her spot about a foot away from him, waiting. Finally she sighed and said, "Well…"

"What?" Logan asked as if he had no idea what she could possibly be talking about.

"I agreed," Dana reminded him getting angry now because it was as if he hadn't even been listening to anything she said.

"Huh?" Logan asked with his brows furrowed. He had heard everything that she said, his mind was still hearing her agree, but not so much listening to her or noticing her at the moment.

Dana was fed up so she caved. "Fine," she said as quickly closed the space between them as she grabbed the front of his shirt and pushed him slightly to the side into the door jam on the side that had the door's hinges and kissed him. She kissed him hard and rough, and she was pressed into him so much that the door jam was probably going to leave a mark in his back. But he didn't care. His senses seemed to quickly come back to him as he immediately returned the kiss and held her firmly to him by wrapping his arms around her waist.

In the minute that they made out the nature of the kiss seemed to somehow change from the hard and rough that Dana started, to slow and tender. Dana was the one to pull away. It suddenly occurred to her that she had been running late before her encounter with Logan so she was probably very late now. As soon as their lips parted their entanglement broke as well. Dana looked to her feet, her cheeks caring the faintest shade of pink.

Logan didn't know she was looking down because he too had his eyes transfixed downward. It was just weird. He knew not only would that be his last kiss with her, but his only one ever. It was just…an odd situation for him.

Dana took a step sideways toward the opening of the door. She finally looked back up and decided to try and evaporate any awkwardness. "You know," she began and Logan looked up and met her eyes, "I'm going to come back here and kill you if you ever tell anyone about this."

"Like you'd know," Logan retorted with a smirk.

"Of course I'd know, I'm smarter than you," Dana replied with a smile as she took another step to the opening of the door and pushed it forward opening it. She was lit up from behind again and really smiling at him as she said with her eyes still on his, "Bye Logan."

"Bye," Logan returned quickly as she disappeared into the bright white light outside and the door swung shut behind her. His eyes stayed on the place she had been for a minute longer. He could still see her there, smiling at him, but she wasn't there. He finally turned his head from staring at the spot she had been and everything faded.

Logan awoke to find he was not at Sushi Rox but in his own bed. And it seemed like just a second ago his back was sore from having hinges pressed into it. And just a second ago that her lips were against his. And just a second ago that she was there, with him. But none of that was real. In reality he had never kissed her.

He glanced at his clock to see that it said five A.M. and turned over in his bed. He closed his eyes to drift off to sleep again. He smiled as memories of the dream came flooding back to him, because this dream was far from the last, this dream had a good goodbye.

Logan had been plagued by the dreams for five nights now, but no one had noticed that anything was bothering him, not that he would admit it if they did. But today was different. It was Saturday, the day after the night with the good goodbye and it took until lunch for someone to notice.

After Logan got up and left the gang, Lola commented, "Someone must have had a prozac breakfast."

"What?" Zoey quickly asked voicing everyone's confusion.

"Logan," Lola replied thinking that from there her meaning was obvious. Since Zoey, Quinn, Michael, and Chase were still wearing flummoxed expressions she elaborated, "He's been all smiley today. It kind of reminded me of Nicole. So either he's suddenly adapted her cheery disposition, he's on something, or something's going on with him that, I at least, have no idea about."

After a second of thought Zoey said, "She's right he has been in an unusually good mood today. And yesterday he was completely the opposite."

"Maybe he has a split personality," Quinn said nonchalantly as she finished off her pudding cup.

Ignoring Quinn's suggestion for the moment at least, Chase said, "Well, that I know of, there's nothing new going on with him."

"I've got no clue," Michael said answering everyone's unanswered question about his knowledge.

After a beat of silence Lola asked, "Should we try to find out what's going on?"

They considered it, but Chase was the first to conclude, "It's only been two days. If it continues then probably, but right now I think it's too soon to jump to conclusions and think that something's going on."

Everyone nodded in agreement and they continued with their lunch.

Logan's good mood lasted the rest of the day and everyone noticed, but still didn't say anything. What they didn't know and he didn't realize was that he had had a dream about a good goodbye, about a kiss that was out of impulse and ultimately rather meaningless in the dream since a goodbye still followed. But in reality Logan was elated all day because of a kiss that didn't exist and never strayed from his thoughts.

A good goodbye, a kiss from her, he definitely wanted more of those and maybe next time the kiss wouldn't be so meaningless and the goodbye nonexistent. He could at least pray, or maybe, hopefully, he could dream.

A/N: I'd like to leave you with the next chapter title, but I'm still undecided. As for a teaser…well, does Logan seem like a very quick to catch on type of guy? Yeah, not to me either. Some trial and error is in store before he figures out exactly what he wants and needs. Once he does, eventually (chapters later) he will hopefully figure out that none of this is actually about him.

I hope that keeps you intrigued.

Thank you for reading and please leave your thoughts, I'd love to hear them.

-Sarah