A/N: First of all, thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. It means a lot to know that people are enjoying the story and want me to continue. I will try to update as much as I can. I'm not sure how long this story is gonna be; I have ideas and I have an ending in mind, but I'm honestly just playing it by ear. I'll take requests for any ideas you guys have. I'm going to continue this chapter in Quinn's P.O.V., because I don't like switching them a lot. And I've decided to make this a 'Quogan' story, but with other couples, too. Now, onto the story!

Disclaimer: I still don't own Zoey 101.

Chapter Three

Quinn

"Oh, hi, Vince…" I say, looking back into the room to see the bewildered looks of my friends. Lola's still crying and doesn't look up, Zoey and Michael are shooting him death glares, James is looking down at the ground like he doesn't quite know what to do, and Logan just looks plain confused. "What's up?" I ask slowly, feeling I should be civil toward him. Like Zoey said (weakly, but still said it nonetheless) maybe it wasn't what it looked like.

"Is Lola in here? I really need to talk to her," he says quickly. I study his face. There's something in his eyes – worry, guilt, confusion, all of the above? – but something's definitely there. I turn around again and look at everyone. Zoey's not-so-subtly signaling for me to make him leave, but I ignore her. I, for one, still believe Vince has a good heart and feel he should explain himself, so I turn to Vince, hearing Zoey huff angrily behind me, and ignore it.

"Um, yeah, but we're about to leave…" I tell him. "We're going to the beach."

"Did she… tell you?" he lowers his voice. I open my mouth to respond when someone shoves me out of the way.

"Ow!" I hiss, turning my head to see Zoey standing next to me, arms folded across her chest and glaring at Vince.

"Vince, let's talk in the hallway for a second," she says calmly, then steps out into the hall with him. I look at everyone else, shrug, and step out with her, shutting the door behind me, praying to God it's soundproof.

"How could you do that to her?!" Zoey slaps his head. He winces, but doesn't say anything. "She loved you!" I grab her arm.

"Zoey, we have to go!" I say, pulling her back inside the room.

"Quinn! I wasn't finished with him!" she yells as I shoot Vince an apologetic look and close the door.

"So, the limo's here?" I ask Logan, desperately wanting to get Zoey (and Lola) out of there. He gets what I'm saying and nods vigorously.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Let's go, cus, you know, the driver doesn't like to wait." He says quickly, grabbing his suitcase. James eagerly follows his actions, pleased for a one-way ticket out of a real-life chick flick. Michael is also happy to oblige, and after an eye-roll and a sigh from Zoey, she helps Lola off the bed, dries her tears, and zip up her suitcase.

"Okay, so is everyone ready?" I say quickly, receiving a bunch of nods and mumbles of 'sure' and 'yes' or 'let's just get out of here.' "Don't worry," I smile at Lola and pat her shoulder. "We'll have a great time."

Michael

The ride to Logan's beach house is probably the most awkward two hours of my entire life. Lola stopped sobbing. We're all trying different ways to cheer her up – I'm telling jokes, Zoey's always by her side offering comfort, James and Logan are doing anything to try to make her laugh, and Quinn's taking her on a trip down memory lane. She acts happy, for our sakes, but it's easy to tell there's layers and layers of sadness behind her weak smiles and light-hearted laughs. I'm so relieved when we finally arrive.

"Okay, we're all gonna be in this hall right here, so go kill each other for the best rooms. This one's off limits, 'cus it's mine," Logan directs, as we all stand there for a few moments examining the drippin' hallway, except for Quinn, who immediately runs into a room right next to Logan's and slams the door shut. Weird. I chose a room right next to Lola's and far away from Logan's, because I can take only so much of his stupidity.

"Well, I'm starving," James says when Quinn finally comes out of her room. "What should we do for dinner?"

"Chauncey will take care of that for us," Logan answers. "We eat in the dining room. Dinner is usually at seven o' clock on the dot. And after that, we'll decide to play a game or watch a movie."

After dinner and the movie we watched, it was pretty late, so we decided to head on up to go to bed. We all say goodnight to each other, and again, Quinn rushes back to her room and slams the door quickly. Something's up with her. I'd figure it out, but I have other things on my mind. Like Lola. It's around one in the morning when I hear my door open, and a shadow appears in the doorway. I force my eyes open, and blink a few times. It's Lola, holding a small pillow.

"Michael?" she whispers. I sit up in bed. "Are you awake?" Normally I'd reply with something sarcastic, but I was tired, and she was obviously in a fragile state, so I just said,

"Yeah, I'm awake. What's wrong?" She quietly closes the door. Even in the dark, I can see a tear slide down her cheek.

"C-Can I sleep in here tonight? I don't like being alone." I pull back the covers and scoot over to make some room. Not that I need to; it's a king-sized bed.

"Come on in," I mumble, lying with my back on the bed, facing the ceiling. She crawls in, and I know she's still upset, so I pull her close to me and let her head rest against my chest. In a matter of minutes, her breathing becomes slow and deep, and I kiss her forehead, gently. An image of Lisa flashes through my mind, but I don't care. I love Lola too, but not the way I love Lisa. And she knows that. And Lola needs me right now. Looking at her, I think how beautiful she is when she sleeps. So I smile to myself, close my eyes, and drift into a peaceful slumber.

Zoey

I am not surprised at all when I find myself to be the first one awake. I know my roommates are definitely not morning people, and I'm pretty sure the guys aren't either. I quietly open the door to Lola's room, perplexed when I discover she isn't there. Sighing to myself, I walk down the hall to the one place I know she'd be. Sure enough, she and Michael are lying close to each other in his bed. I smile. She looks… not happy, but peaceful, at least, which is good. I silently close the door and tiptoe down the hall, careful not to wake anyone up. I walk into the kitchen, expecting to see Chauncey, but it's another person I see. My heart stops for a second, and all of a sudden, it's beating fast, fast like it's about to leap out of my chest. My eyes widen, and I almost fall. I'd recognize this person anywhere: bushy hair, green eyes…

"Chase?"