AN: I'm really loving the review's I'm getting on here. I miss that.

11:18PM- Paris, France.

"Who was here?..." Dana asked coming out of the bathroom dressed in an oversized Blink 182 t-shirt and short shorts.

"Logan. I'm pretty sure it was the kid from the picture, they looked the same, but boy has he grown up." Tierney said, thinking about how muscular the guy who came to see her was. "And there was a blonde girl with him. I can't remember her name though."

Dana's eyes got wide, "Was she a regular blonde? With black underneath?"

Dana tried as hard as she could to figure out what Zoey was doing here. With Logan. Her Logan.

"Dana, hello? Earth to D." Tierney said waving a hand in front of her face. Dana was spacing off. She shook her head. It wasn't her Logan anymore, he was Quinn's Logan.

"What?" Dana snapped. Tierney rolled her eyes and went back to sit on her bed, while Dana sat on the computer chair, turning it so it faced Tierney's bed.

"She did, do you know her?" Tierney asked.

"Yeah... That's Chase's ex, Zoey."

"What is this, night of the exes?" Tierney said slapping her knee.

"Apparently. It's even playing in 3-D." Dana joked back.

"But why would Logan be here? I mean, you did tell him you were over him didn't you?" Dana bit her lip and looked at the ground, her hands picking at the under sides of her finger nails. "You didn't!? What'd you say in that letter?"

"I told him that I was with Chase, and that I was done with Logan. He can't take a hint obviously. I mean, Logan's never been the sharpest tool in the shead..." Dana said.

"So you never told him you were completely over him?"

"Not in that exact way. It was implied." Dana defended.

"You just said he wasn't that smart, why would you implie something you can be blunt about?" Tierney said in frustration. This wasn't even her problem, but she felt like Dana had screwed something up that could have been avoided if Dana wasn't trying to avoid hurting his feelings.

"I don't know, okay. God, why are you lecturing me? You should be helping me figure out what to do." Dana said moving to her bed, she flopped down on her bed, and pulled her pillow over her head.

"You should have just told him you were over him in the fir-... Oh. My. God. You're not over him!" Tierney said in surprise. Surprise it took her to long to realize what was really going on.

"I am to over him! I'm with Chase." Dana argued. She was over Logan. She had to be. She wouldn't feel this way about Chase if she wasn't over Logan. Logan's in the past. Chase is her future.

"Just because you're with someone else, doesn't mean that you're over the last guy you've had feelings for. Like my brother used to tell me, you can't steal second base with your foot still on first, which means that you can't find your next love until you let go of the first. You can't just move on in a day if you had true feelings for Logan, and you can't hide them and get rid of them if deep down, you're positive you still have those feelings. In that case, you'd just be using Chase." Tierney said with concern thick in her voice. Dana took the pillow off of her head and completely ignored Tierney's words of wisdom. All she did was turn over and faced the wall.

Tierney sighed and turned out her light, getting situated in bed. "Goodnight Dana."

Dana was quiet with a million thoughts in her head. Of course she was over Logan. Logan was a dog, he only used her. Used her feelings so that he knew that someone in the 6 Billion people in the world actually cared about him. Thought about him. Dreamt about him. Loved him.

'That's done.' Dana told herself.

'Obviously not. You know this whole night was filled with thougths about Logan. Like, "Would Logan have ever remembered my favorite play?" and "What would Logan think of my dress?".' Dana's inner voice said.

'I swear I'm turning into a skitzo.' Dana said before focing her self into a comfortable position.

She closed her eyes tightly. She hadn't cried over him when Zoey told her he was cheating on her, or when Chase approved it. Why was she so close to crying now?...

7:35AM- Paris, France;

"Dana." Tierney said, shaking her gently. Their alarm clock once again failed to go off at the set time of 6:30AM. Proves them right, using an American made alarm clock in a diffrent country.

Tierney was getting frustrated. Dana would only roll over and face the wall when Tierney tried to shake her awake.

"Sorry Dana. Drastic measures." Tierney said right before she threw one of Dana's shoes at the back of her neck.

"Ow! What the fuck, dude?" Dana said turning over, looking for the shoe she was now laying on.

"Look at the clock, that's what." Tierney said grabbing her back pack and bolting out the door, to not be any later and to avoid any possible projectiles hedding in her diretion. Dana looked at the clock and groaned.

This was just what she needed. Being late to Mr. Lezone's class for the 5th time in the last 2 months. She was going to get yet another slip to the Dean's office for it.

Unless... She could always skip her first hour and make it to the rest of her classes the rest of the day, maybe stop at LaPate Shatto for a bite to eat before she had Math.

She finally got up at 7:45 and started getting ready. She threw on her favorite black V-Neck shirt, with her light blue skinny jeans, and of course her old pair of black and white adios, not caring if she matched to some people's standards or not. She put on a few strokes of eyeliner and she was out the door. She did a mental check coming out of the building that held every girl's dorm in it.

'Key, check. Phone, check. Money, check. Pen, check. I.D, check. Zune, check. We're good.' Dana thought with a slight smile creeping on her face. She put her headphones in her ears so she could ignore all of the people speaking French around her.

Even though she moved to this school almost 4 years ago, she still couldn't get used to everyone speaking French, she was pretty sure that everyone in this school could speak in English, so why waste your time with the native language?

She put her Zune on shuffle, and one of her favorite songs came on. Shining On by Big D And The Kids Table. She hummed the words as she took the back way out of campus, so she wouldn't get caught out of class by a patrol officer.

But I can't stop from just smiling
When that damn sun is shining on
Hell, It's just
Shining down all over me
No, I can't help but just smile
While that damn sun is shining on
Dang it's just shining down
Down over me

So now I call up my friend
'Cause his girl must be bored, 'cause
She's been spreading rumors about me
That I robbed her party, but I never had
I pull out my little disc man
I bought from a crackhead down in Reno
But my Melt-Ba-na-na CD
Is all scratched up

I think it's stupid all the people who are moaning
Yeah moaning on
While the sun is shining down
On our city streets
Even all the things people say
Naw, ain't affecting me
Not when that damn sun
Is shining down over me

Shining down on me
Born to just never care
About the stupid things
People moan everyday

8:17AM, That's when Dana saw him walking into LaPate Shatto right in front of her....

7:35AM- Paris, France.

Chase was sitting in homeroom, staring out the window of his World History class obviously bored out of his mind. They had a substitute today, and no one really cared what he was talking about.

Chase took a minute away from staring out of the window at the nice weather to look around the classroom to see how everyone else was dealing with the boredum that was blessed on them by their pregnant teacher having to get an ultrasound today.

He noticed some kids aiming spit balls at the ancient substitute, who was to busy writting on the board to notice the spit balls hitting the board, and almsot hitting her. They didn't have the best aim in the world, but eventually someone got her. She swatted it like it was just a stupid misquito buzzing around her ear and eventually biting her on the neck. If it wasn't for her extreamly thick glasses, that Chase bet she couldn't even see out of, she might have noticed the spit balls sticking to the board.

There were some girls in the back gossiping about something in a magazine a blonde one was pointing at. The brown haired girl snapped her gum loudly, and Chase assumed that the teacher was also hard of hearing.

The other kids were either sleeping, listeing to music, or talking about something he didn't understand because he didn't speak French as fluently as everyone else.

He went back to looking out the window. That's when he saw her.

He swear he saw her. It had to be. No one else looked like that over here.

"Miss, I have to use the rest room, may I go?" Chase asked raising his hand, looking from the teacher to the girl outside multiple times.

The teacher just kept on writting and muttering to herself.

"Just go." A kid about to fire a spit ball said, his voice thick with his accent. Chase grabbed his backpack and forgot the pass as he quickly rushed out of the room.

He finally got outside, skillfully avoiding falling down not one, but two flights of stairs. All of those falls on his bike, and all of the falls he experienced over the years now made it easier for Chase to avoid them all together.

He swore it was her as he spotted her walking away from him, heading towards his dorm building. He quickly caught up to her and has his hand on her shoulder, turned her around and they were both speechless...

8:00AM- Paris, France.

Logan couldn't fall asleep the entire night. He spent most of the time staring at the ceiling and looking at the clock. He woke up earlier then Zoey did, obviously. He left her a polite little note on the bed side table.

Zoey,

I'm going out to get something to eat. Since I don't know what you like to eat, I'll just play the safe card and not get you anything.

- Logan.

Logan put on one of his muscle shirts with a design of a skull on the white fabric, and black shorts that went past his knee caps with his black vans. His hair was perfect, as per usual.

He went up to the front desk of the hotel they were staying at.

"Hey, where's the best place around here to get some breakfast?" He asked the funny looking clerk at the desk after ringing the bell.

"Taxi?" He asked in a very cheery voice with a huge understanding smile on his face.

Logan looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "No, breakfast."

"Roomservice?" He asked picking up the phone pressing buttons.

"No. Breakfast out side the hotel." Logan said slowly.

"Taxi?" He repeated, hanging up the phone and picking it up again, dialing a whole new set of numbers.

Logan groaned in frustration, and left the building.

The clerk tried to follow him with the phone, but the cord kept him inside his little booth.

'Forgine people are retarded.' Logan looked at his watch, 8:13. 'What a waste of my life...'

Logan took a right on the street that was in front of the hotel, and walked until he hit an intersection.

'LaPate Shatto, that sounds good.' Logan said walking across the some what busy street and onto the other side that held the restaurant. Walking in, he saw the abstract paintings on the walls that look sort of like the city outside, only in a more wild perspective. Booth's lined the walls and circle tables filled the middles. He took his time looking around before walking up to the counter, quietly hoping that these guys spoke english better then the hotel clerk.

"Que puis-je pour vous?" The lady asked. Logan looked dumbfounded. She started to laugh slightly, "How may I help you?"

"Thank God, you speak english." Logan said letting out a breathe.

"Yeah, and I speak German, Finish, and some Italian. I'm in college." She said. Logan noted that she couldn't have been over 18 years old.

"Cool. What've you got for breakfast?" Logan asked, leaning on the counter.

"Coffee, Bagles, crosaunts, coffee, stuffed crosaunts, coffee. Oh, and did I mention coffee?" She said, she winked at him everytime she said coffee.

"I guess I'll get a bagle and some coffee." Logan said with a smile.

The cashier looked past him and smiled. "Hey Dana."

"Dana..." Logan said, his head spinning around so fast that he could have sworn that his body stayed in the same place while his head spun.

That's when he saw her...

AN: Hahahahahah. Yeah. I thought most of the Logan part was back to the Zoey 101 roots. LaPate Shatto is from St. Elmo's Fire. 200 points if you got that one. REVIEW PLEASE.

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