Watched Tangled while writing this chapter LOL. My friends think I'm weird for thinking cartoon characters are attractive but hot dayum, Eugene is a smexy bag of smexiness! Seriously. I want a Eugene... Sigh... Did you guys know that apparently the animating studio had a "Hot Man Meeting" while they were deciding Eugene's design and asked all the women in the studio to tell them what they looked for in their ideal guy? If that's how they figured out how to design Flynn, then by all means, they should do that for EVERY movie. Two thumbs up from me!

Anywayz, here's the new chapter! Next one coming pretty soon to a home computer near you (as in within 48 hrs from now... GET EXCITED XDDDD)

More perverse language to be expected in this chapter. Just cuz.

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Logan needed to find this girl. And soon. Otherwise, he would never be able to sleep without waking up with the mother of all frickin boners. Correction: the mother of all painful frickin boners. Because his dreams? They were sadistic. They left him a sweaty, turned on mess, and just when he thought he would finally get some release, he'd wake up.

Just like that.

Right at the part he needed to take him over the edge!

It was unfair. And because of all this, he'd ended up waking up on time for class! And then he had decided to go to class to take his mind off of his restless nights. What a ridiculous scenario. It was rather comical when he thought about stuff like this happening to other people, but as the guy experiencing this torture, he didn't find it very funny right now. It was only a matter of time before his morning routine would no longer suffice in helping him get rid of his problem. He needed to find that girl!

And the search hadn't gone as smoothly as they had been hoping. The prior evening, he and Jasmine had spent a few hours targeting the freshman on the list. They figured since all the freshman lived in the same area on campus, it would be easier to find all those girls.

Oh, how wrong they had been.

They'd only managed to find thirty of the seventy something girls. It was rather flattering to see them fawn over him like he was some sort of celebrity, but none of them had been the one. He just had a hunch. And also Jasmine had been pretty sure none of them was the one either. She'd crossed off all the freshman on the list in annoyance and told him that no freshman would have gone to the party anyway. It was a valid excuse, but he couldn't help but swell with a bit of pride. She seemed jealous of all the attention he had gotten, if you asked him. When he had brought it up with her, she had stomped on his foot and stormed off.

This was so weird. It was like he was looking for Cinderella or something. A Cinderella who had an ONS, but still… A Cinderella nonetheless.

His mind wandered back to his dream. Maybe he could try to pick up some clues. Taking a hint from the internet, he had written the dream down so if he read it again, he'd be able to visualize it more clearly. It had worked and now he could remember it on cue.

Last night, in his dream, he had been like a third party in the room watching the action from a sort of distance. Like the other dreams, the angle had been from behind and all he could see was her back and her mussed hair… and some enticing leg. He felt himself stir in remembering the vivid dream and tucked away the images for later when he was in the privacy of his own room. It wouldn't do to get a boner while walking in the middle of campus.

"Get out of my frickin' way you idiot!" He heard Jasmine scream in the distance, "Yeah you. Move!"

Logan looked up from his phone and saw Jasmine ahead power walking to get to class on time. No doubt she had gotten stuck at lunch with Lindy while Lindy talked on and on about a date.

Man… he really needed to hang out with them less. This had to be a problem that he could now predict what conversations the girls would have.

He waved his arm, ready to call out to her when he stopped himself. And he just stared at her.

It was weird, but from the back, Jasmine kind of looked a lot like that girl from his dreams. Her build was the same. Her hair was the same length and colour. It had the same slight wave to it. Both the girl in his dreams, and Jasmine had a fringe. …Her legs were pretty similar too. The resemblance was uncanny. And then there was the fact that she had the same shampoo as the girl he slept with.

How was it that he was starting to find several matches for his girl with his best friend? It was odd to think about. Why did he keep trying to make the connection?

That couldn't be right though. Jasmine had slept with Garrett on Saturday. He needed to remember that. As long as he remembered that, he wouldn't keep thinking Jasmine was awfully similar to the mystery girl.

He shook off the thought, but watched her a bit more, squinting his eyes. Seriously though. If she just took off her top he could easily recreate the image from his dream—

What the hell am I doing?!

Logan shook his head to clear it of those inappropriate thoughts of his best friend and walked faster, catching up to her as she headed on her way.

"How's the search for Jamie Kimmel going?"

She barely spared him a glance. "Well apparently she's studying abroad so that name has been crossed off. What, you finally decided to go to class?"

He shrugged, easily matching Jasmine's ground breaking pace. It was no match for his long legs.

"I can't sleep anyway."

She finally turned to look at him, "Why not?"

"I keep having these dreams. The way they end make it pretty hard to stay asleep."

"You're having nightmares?" she crooned sympathetically, "I'm sorry. Maybe you should try drinking a bit of cough medicine before going to bed? It helped Delia when she kept having that alien invasion dream."

He snorted, "I never said they were nightmares, Jaz."

She frowned in confusion before realization dawned. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, slapping his arm. "Eww Logan! That's disgusting!"

"You asked…"

"No I did not! Do you think I want to know about your disgusting wet dreams?"

"I thought you might, since it pertains to the mystery girl."

Logan continued to walk, and didn't realize until several steps later when she didn't respond that Jasmine wasn't next to him anymore.

"Jasmine?" He turned around and saw her standing frozen in the middle of the sidewalk in the quad, staring off into space with a tense and apprehensive look on her face. He walked slowly to her, wondering why she had suddenly stopped. "You're going to be late to class, you know?"

She swallowed thickly, her lips pursed, "D-Did you see…?" she whispered.

"What?" he bent at the waist and craned his ears to see if he could hear her better.

"I-I mean…" she stammered, "In your dreams…" she couldn't finish the sentence and instead stared up at him uncertainly.

"If you're asking if I saw her face, the answer is no." He ran his hands through his hair in irritation, "The stupid dreams play like a series of broken records. Some parts repeat; it skips around. It's frickin' torture."

"Maybe they're the fragments of your memories from the drunken night…"

"No doubt." He sighed heavily, "It just blows you know… If I can't ever see her face, how am I supposed to enjoy the dream?"

"What do you see in the dream?" She asked softly.

He eyed her warily, "What? You want to hear about my dirty dream? You're not going to trick me and kick me in the nads or something, are you? They've already been through so much as it is."

"Just tell me!" Jasmine snapped, her facial expression roaring to life. "I want to know."

Logan stared at her momentarily before shaking his head in defeat. In what world did girls want to hear about the dirty dreams guys had? This was about the weirdest thing that had ever happened to him. Even weirder than that time Delia had gotten drunk at a glow-in-the-dark rager and took off her dress shouting that she was free at last, and she had been glowing green. Then again… They all had been super wasted that night. Good times…

"Alright…Well, like I said, I never see her face. It's just her hair and some of her body, but never any of the good parts."

"And what are you guys doing?"

"Seriously? You want that much detail?" Logan coughed in his hand, feeling awkward about telling this to Jasmine. Why the heck was she so intrigued? And why was her intrigue turning him on, dammit! He never knew talking about a sex dream with a girl could be so hot. And the fact that she was acting totally chill about it made it even better. "It's just a bit of missionary stuff. Or she's on top of me. Riding me like she's on a bucking bronco."

"Okay, that's uh… gross." Jasmine breathed out, tense shoulders relaxing and slumping. It sounded to him like she was letting out a sigh of relief. "Good. We're good."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. You know what? I don't feel like going to class. Let's go find some of those girls."

"Jasmine, are you okay? First you want me to actually talk about my dream. Then you want to skip class?"

He slid the back of his hand on her forehead under her bangs, checking to see if she was overheated. "You don't have a fever do you? Your face is kind of red."

She looked up at him through her eyelashes, heart racing and cheeks sort of tinged pink. "I'm not sick Logan… I just feel like we should make more efforts to find your girl."

"I appreciate your dedication, but we have plenty of time, don't we?"

"Not if you keep having those dreams we don't…" she muttered forcefully, though he couldn't quite catch the words she said.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing important." She pulled his hand off her face, yanking out her notepad and flipping the pages to go to the next girl. She cleared her throat and patted the page. "Let's go search for Tiffany Jemma Kandor!"

~.~.~

"Can I get a pumpkin spice latte, extra whipped cream?" The redhead in front of Logan at the line asked the cashier.

Logan released a slow, preparatory breath and tapped her shoulder. After the long day he'd had, nothing productive had occurred, and he had a feeling that he was just setting himself up for disappointment. Thirteen girls, thirteen denials (with some weird looks on the parts of a few), four hours, and a headache later, he and Jasmine hadn't gotten anywhere with their search. They had both agreed Julie would be the last target for the day. It was getting annoying, and they both were getting fed up with having to ask around and run from place to place on campus just to find the various girls.

The redhead turned around with an eyebrow raised.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah, hi." Logan ran a hand through his hair, slipping the other in his pocket. "Are you… Julie Kaplan?"

She smiled slyly, crossing her arms under her chest and tilting her head to the side flirtatiously, "Who's asking?"

"A guy with a sort of weird question." He lifted up the brush, dangling it between them and mentally gauging her reaction, "Are you missing a brush by any chance?"

She inspected it quietly with disinterest, before looking back up at him. "No. But I have been missing out on one tall, delicious glass of blonde water." She winked saucily.

Logan frowned, realizing she had completely misunderstood his reason for approaching her and thought he had been hitting on her. Not that she wasn't hot or anything. But he just wasn't interested. Especially not with the crazy crap that was going on right now. He was way too stressed to think about meeting other girls right now. Besides… he really only had a thing for brunettes to be honest.

"Jasmine Kang! Venti hot chocolate!" A barista called out.

He licked his lips, chuckling nervously, "Oh would you look at that. There's my order."

Julie laughed, "Well, Jasmine. It's a shame we can't talk more." She pulled a post it and pen from the side pocket of her bag and scribbled some numbers on it before sticking it in his shirt pocket and patting his chest softly, "Call me anytime, babe."

"Yeah. Will do." He grabbed the drink and quickly went back over to the couches near one window corner where Jasmine was sitting with her legs curled up under her, looking over the list.

"You didn't want a PSL?" Logan asked teasingly when he got closer.

"Are you kidding me? I'm not generic. And that shit is disgusting." Jasmine looked up when he approached and smiled, setting the notepad aside. "Ooh! You got my drink for me? Thanks." Logan handed it to her and plopped tiredly on his couch, kicking his feet up on the little coffee table.

She hummed happily after taking a sip. "Officially caffeinated. So what's up? How'd it go with Julie?"

Logan leaned his head back against the pillows, rubbing his tired eyes. He was really feeling the sleep deprivation now. "Well… it wasn't a total fail."

"What do you mean?" Jasmine's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "She said the brush was hers?"

"Nope." He pulled the number from his front pocket and waved it in front of Jasmine's face with a smug grin, "Got her number."

Jasmine's face scrunched in annoyance, and she opened and closed her fingers against the palm of her hand, "Can I see that? Gimme."

Logan placed it in her hand with a look of confusion, wondering why she wanted the number. "Okay, but I don't see how it would benefit–"

Without a word, Jasmine ripped the post it into several pieces and tossed it carelessly behind her back.

"Whoops. My fingers slipped." She drawled monotonously, fixing Logan with a dirty look.

"Seriously?" He asked, his lips quirking up into a small, amused smile.

"I can't believe you! You're only supposed to ask the girls if the frickin' brush is theirs. Not find your next hook-up!"

"For your information, Jaz, she gave her number to me. I didn't ask."

Jasmine scoffed and took a long slurp of her drink, picking back up the notepad and ignoring the amused look Logan was giving her. He knew she was ignoring him. But there was no way in hell he was going to pass up a chance to tease Jasmine for acting jealous.

"Jealous much?"

She stuck her leg out and poked him harshly on the side, "No. Don't read anything into this. I just don't like how distracted you're getting."

"Distracted? You know I only have eyes for my dream girl." He said, chuckling softly.

Jasmine swallowed thickly and looked away from his smiling face, taking heavy, rapid gulps of her drink. "…Great."

"You sound upset."

She sighed heavily and set the drink down, cracking the bones in her neck in fatigue, "Logan… I'm not giving you any hidden messages when I say this. And I promise I'm not complaining…"

"I'm sensing a but in there somewhere."

"You're sensing right." She shrugged, "All I'm saying is, is there even a benefit to finding this girl? How do you know she would even care about the brush? And then there's the fact that she disappeared."

"What about it?"

"Logan, let's be real here. When a girl leaves after a one night stand, that usually means she doesn't want to see you. Like, ever again. If she really wanted to be found, don't you think she would have stayed the morning after? Why are you going through all this trouble just to give back a brush?"

Logan frowned, "It's not that I'm trying to find her just to give back her brush…"

Jasmine held her breath, her expression looking shocked. "…Then why… do you want to find her, Logan…?"

He groaned, rubbing his face in annoyance. "I don't… I don't really know. There's just something about her. I feel like I've met her… Or like I've known her my entire life or something…"

Jasmine rolled her eyes in exasperation, though he noted she was viciously picking at her fingernail polish in the way that she did when she got super nervous. "So all of this is for some weird feeling?"

"Nuh uh uh." Logan tsked and waggled his finger at her, "Thought you weren't going to complain about it?"

"Urgh. You know what?" Jasmine snorted, swiping at his hand and then picking up her drink again, "I don't even know why I'm getting messed up about this. You've done crazier things on even smaller whims."

Logan smiled. It was always so easy to talk to Jasmine. Delia had a tendency to make fun of him and insult him every chance she got. Garrett was always pretty disgusted with him and complained every chance he got. And no way in hell he could talk to Lindy like this without the conversation dissolving into some form of verbal warfare.

Jaz just… understood him. Their relationship was always so chill and relaxed. Hanging out with her was definitely the highlight of his day when they did. If she wasn't his best friend, she would definitely be perfect girlfriend material. She was his type…

He frowned, shaking away the mental image he had just composed. Jasmine? As his girlfriend? She'd probably rather eat vomit off the floor of a frat house bathroom. But… it honestly didn't seem that bad.

He blinked in surprise and tried to clear away his thoughts. They needed to find this girl and fast. His lack of sleep was starting to make him crazy.

"How many more girls do we have to go through?"

"Here, I made a copy of our list so you can find some more people tomorrow since I can't make it." She pulled out a sheet of paper from her bag and slipped it to him. "Including our recent failures that's… three hundred and forty-two left."

"We've barely found anyone!" he exclaimed, "If we hadn't crossed off all the freshman, we would literally be nowhere."

"Yeah. I know…" she chuckled, somewhat diabolically, "Hey. You wanted to do this."

She took a nonchalant sip, smiling behind the rim of her cup as Logan gave her a dirty look. His watch beeped, signifying 6:00 PM. The Starbucks was beginning to get louder as most people finished their classes and headed over and spent time there chilling, trying to study for exams or finish essays.

Logan cut off his watch's alarm, "It's getting kinda late. Garrett's probably gonna get home soon. He flips his shit if I don't fulfill my role on our chore chart on time. Apparently, it's my turn to make dinner."

"Should we girls expect a call from the ER tonight?"

"Har, har." Logan rolled his eyes, "You're so funny. I'm laughing my ass off over here."

Jasmine snickered before standing up and stretching. "Alright. If I've got the time to chill and hang out, that means I should be studying. We'll pick this back up on Thursday, Logan. Laters."

She picked up her bag and left the coffee shop, patting his shoulder with a soft smile. Logan relaxed further into his seat, looking over the list of names Jasmine had nicely written out for him. They had barely gotten anyone out of the way, and finding all these individual girls would take some time. It was as he thought this that he caught a delayed whiff of a sharp, zesty perfume. It was muted and quick and swallowed by the other scents of food and coffee in the café, but it was there. And it was familiar.

"Where have I smelled…?" Logan's head snapped up, and he looked around in surprise, wondering if someone had just passed by the area with that scent. But there were too many people walking around to various places in the shop and no one had been in the general area with him and Jasmine as they had been sitting there. This was the other smell that had been on his sheets! Was his girl in the café somewhere? Was he hallucinating...?

He stared at some of the people, wondering if maybe there was a sign of recognition on one of their faces. Maybe one of them would realize he was the guy they slept with, and he could see it in their expression. There had to be someone with that perfume in there. His eyes met Julie's, and she waved at him coquettishly, blowing him a kiss. He tentatively waved back, grimacing slightly before breaking contact and standing up.

"Okaaaaay…" He walked rapidly out of the building, heading back towards his campus apartment as quickly as he could. "Time to go..."

But now that left his question unanswered… Who wore that perfume?