Michael and Chase ran out of their room, sprinting through the quad until they collapsed behind the same bushes; they learned Quinn and Logan used to sneak around in and make out behind. They had to admit it was a pretty good hiding spot. "I think I pulled a muscle in there," Chase groaned, feeling like his legs were screaming at him for the sudden sprint they did.
Gasping for breath, Michael sat up, shaking his head. "Getting snacks should not be this stressful." He rubbed his face, suddenly feeling much worse than before.
Chase sighed, slowly getting his bearing and standing up. Reaching out his hand, he helped his friend to his feet. "Come on, let's go." They needed more time to think about what they were going to do. They so desperately wanted their snacks, but this didn't make it seem like it was worth it. The lying and sneaking around, now he knows how Quinn and Logan felt. Only he doubted they felt this much indignity.
Together they headed into the lounge for some sugary beverages and cool air. They both all but fell into the couch with exasperated sighs. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." Chase said, taking another deep breath of air.
Michael nodded, "Maybe…" he threw his head back, covering his face with his hands. He so badly wanted those snacks that he wasn't thinking straight. Now that he had time to process things, he felt crummy. "I mean, Logan is a jerk, but he wouldn't steal from us."
"No, he'd never steal. He would just lie and take advantage of us," Chase retorted, suddenly remembering the time Logan had been cut off by his father, only to have it all returned a week later but not tell anyone. Leaving him to write up a 26-page essay for the guy because he thought he needed help.
Michael sat up straight, uncovering his face. "Or tell the entire school your greatest fear and have everyone make fun of you for it." He still resented the other for telling everyone about his fear of rollercoasters and the abuse he received from the other students. People still approached him, asking if he was scared of rollercoasters.
They looked at each other, frowning. "Suddenly, I don't feel so bad anymore," Chase said.
"Me either," Michael jumped out of his seat. "Man, let's get our snacks." He all but skipped out of the lounge to run to a computer but was stopped by Zoey and Lola cutting them off. "What's up, ladies?
The two girls looked at the two boys with a guilty expression. "Uh-oh, this doesn't look good." Chase has seen that face a few times on Zoey, and usually, it was never followed by good news.
Biting their lower lips, both girls held up two halves of an open Fruit Smackers packet.
Michael gasped so loud that the entire lounge turned in their direction. "You had some?" He ripped the one half out of Lola's hand.
Chase followed suit, grabbing the other half out of Zoey's hand. "Had being the word," he looked over the packet that had been ripped in half, the contents of which were completely empty. "What happened? I thought Quinn dismembered all of them?"
Zoey shrugged, "Apparently, there was one bag left."
"We wanted to get some more caviar but saw the bag smushed into the corner of the fridge." Lola gave them a shy smile.
Zoey pushed some hair out of her face, "We figured they must have gotten pushed back there, and she didn't realize when she did her little science experiment." There were a few test tubs of bright-colored liquids in the fridge next to the box of caviar. She could only assume that's what they were.
"We were gonna tell you guys, but we got curious about what made you so crazy about eating them that we tried some." Lola adjusted her purse on her arm, looking at the boys and then looking away.
"You ate our candy?" Michael cried out, feeling his heart break all over again.
Chase pulled Zoey into a kiss, cupping the back of her head. "You taste like Fruit Smackers." He gasped, licking his lips repeatedly.
Michael pouted; he wanted to taste some too. Pouting, he turned towards Lola, who backed away, raising one leg as she did. "I have heels on, and I will use them." He put his hands up, looking both offended and frightened. He may be desperate to taste them again, but he had a girlfriend and was not about to cheat on her to taste the snacks. No matter how badly he wanted them.
Chase wrapped an arm around Zoey's shoulders, fingers fiddling with the soft fabric of her shirt. "So, after you two so ruthlessly devoured the last of our happiness, what did you ladies think?"
Said girls gave each other a look before turning to their friends.
"They were amazing!"
"We're obsessed, and we want more!"
Michael cackled, much like how a supervillain does when they think they have won. "I knew it. Fruit Smackers reign supreme."
Zoey laughed at his antics, "We were on our way to your room to ask Quinn if she could convince Logan to buy us some."
"Why not just ask Logan himself?" Chase questioned, confused why they were going to the girl for help.
"Because Logan will just be Logan and say no to us, but if we get Quinn to do it, he'll say yes," Lola explained to them their thought process when they decided they wanted more of the snacks themselves.
Michael didn't understand. "Why would he say yes to Quinn asking? You heard him; he thinks the snacks are dumb."
"Maybe because he basically does everything Quinn says," Lola said to them a matter of factly. When they gave her a skeptical look, she scoffed at them. "Oh, come on, haven't you guys noticed that any time Quinn asks for something, Logan does it."
"Mostly," Zoey made sure to add. She doubted Logan would do absolutely everything his girlfriend asked of him, but she figured the girl could get him to agree to buy their friends more snacks.
Michael smacked Chase's arm, "Man, why didn't we think of that?" After they said that, it made so much sense now. They did notice that the guy happily obliged the girl whenever she spoke a want or desire.
"Why, what were you guys going to do?" Zoey asked, remembering how they went on for days, saying they would come up with a surefire plan to get their snacks back.
The two guys looked at each other, mentally debating whether they should tell them. Giving loud identical sighs, they each grabbed the girls and guided them back to the famous 101 dorm room. Making sure to move quickly, they shoved them inside and locked the door. "Okay, what we're about to tell you can't leave this room." Michael told them, blocking the door.
Both girls sat on the single bed of the room. "Chase, you're scaring me." Zoey told her boyfriend, wondering if she needed to be worried or call someone for help.
"Look, you have to swear not to say a word," Michael made them promise, giving them a hard look before slowly saying, "We were going to use Logan's credit card and order more for ourselves."
Lola had a pointed look on her face. "Logan gave you his credit card? Just like that?" She crossed her arm; now, she was the one giving them a pointed look.
Michael squinted his eyes, shaking his head from side to side. "Not exactly."
Zoey gasped, "You stole it?" She cried out and smacked her boyfriend on the arm a few times. "What is wrong with you?"
"Ow!" Chase cried out, jumping away from the feisty blonde that was attempting to bruise his arm. "Look, we know it's wrong, but we couldn't help ourselves."
Lola smacked Michael next, "Yeah, it's wrong. I can't believe you guys would do this."
Michael cried out, holding his arm that was somehow always taking some form of abuse from the girls he knew. "We get it, we feel bad enough already, and we're going to give it back after we buy our snacks."
Zoey and Lola crossed their arms, frowning in deep disappointment at their friends.
"We're only going to do this one time and then never again." Michael tried to convince them so that they would stop looking at him like that.
Chase tried next, "It's not the solution we're proud of, but think of it this way. If Quinn hadn't been able to convince Logan, the only other way any of us could get those snacks is if she somehow makes them, and I don't think any of us want to take that risk." He gave them knowing looks. They lived with Quinn and knew the full extent of what her experiments could lead to.
"Plus, think of it as payback towards all the things Logan has ever done to us." Michael added in, happy when he saw their resolve was breaking.
Zoey gave Lola a silent look before turning her gaze back to them. "Do you swear you'll put it back right away?"
Chase draws an X over his chest. "Cross my heart."
She laughs at his cute gesture, "Then get your butt over to the computer and order some."
The boys cheered, high-fiving each other as the four teens raced over to the computer. Chase pulled up the same website from before and began typing in all the needed information to have the snacks delivered to their school. In just a few short weeks, they'll have their delicious snacks back in their hands. "Michael, credit card me." He held out his hand. All that was left was putting in the payment information. The payment from the little card that had all the power on it.
Said boy happily obliged and reached into his pocket to pull out the wallet. Or he would have if he felt the wallet. Gasping, he started digging around all his pockets, pulling them inside out and squeaking when he saw they were all empty.
Suddenly feeling a bucket of ice water being dumped on him, Chase turned in the computer chair to stare in horror at his friend. "Please tell me this is just a bad joke."
"It's not…" Michael cried out, falling to his knees in despair.
While he fell to the ground, Chase jumped up. "You lost the wallet?" He gripped his hair so tight that he could already feel pieces start to be ripped out. "How could you lose it?"
Michael rubbed his head, trying to figure out when he last had it. "I don't know, I know we had it in the room, and I swear I thought it was in my pocket when we laid down in the quad?"
Lola felt bad for them, but she also couldn't help but chuckle, "Logan is going to kill you guys." She didn't think any amount of Quinn's kisses could keep the guy from murdering their two friends.
"You gotta help us!" Michael begged, lips pouted out into the most desperate and pleading look he could give.
Chase cupped his two hands in front of his girlfriend, "Please, Zoe. We're too young to die." He doubted their roommate would actually kill them, but he would do something very close to it, and that thought terrified him.
Zoey sighed, blowing a few strands of hair out of her face as she did so. "You know we have to help them, right?" Not only were they their friends, but they were also kind of guilty too. They were going to use someone else's credit card to buy items for themselves. It almost seemed like the universe was punishing them for their bad deeds.
"Yeah," Lola sighed, crossing her arms and looking so annoyed by it all. "I know we have to." Sometimes she hated being a good person. "We'll check the quad while you guys check your room."
"Got it!" Chase and Michael all but bolted out the door. Only to come back in not even a second later. "We can't go back into our room."
Zoey arched a perfectly trimmed eyebrow, "Why not?"
"Because Quinn and Logan are in there right now having a movie date." Michael told them, shuddering, just thinking about what might be going on in their room.
Lola shook her head, "So! Just tell Quinn what's going on and ask her to help distract Logan while you guys look." She gave them an easy solution to one of their problems.
Groaning, they knew she was right. This would only work if they got Quinn's help in distracting Logan. While they often joked that he wasn't the brightest in the bunch, he was weirdly perceptive of what happened around him. They would need him totally distracted to look for the wallet.
Begrudgingly, they took off for their room while the girls headed to the quad to search outside. Slowly unlocking the door, they stuck their heads inside, hoping against all hope that maybe the couple had left and they could search the room in peace. No such luck was to be had today. To their dismay, they saw the couple together on the couple, completely engrossed with themselves and ignoring the movie on the giant flat screen. Arms were wrapped around one another, soft gasps left from each of them as they kissed. Quinn was lying on top of him, one hand cupping half his face and neck while the other was buried in his hair. He had one hand behind her head, guiding her into the kiss while his other was slowly sneaking up the back under her shirt.
They couldn't stop the sounds of disgust that left as they bared witness to this scene. Hearing the noises, the couple quit their kissing and turned towards their direction. "What?" Logan all but barked out, annoyed that their date was being interrupted.
Chase slowly opened the door a bit more, letting half of their bodies be seen but still kept a good distance out in the hall. "We just…uh, we need to talk with Quinn really fast."
Confused as to why they wanted her, she moved to go to them but was stopped by Logan tightening his hold on her. "No, go bother your own girlfriends. We're in the middle of a date here." He shooed them off with a sneer. Ever since they went public with their relationship, he hated it when their dates got interrupted. It was mostly due to the countless secret dates they went on that either took place in janitor's closets or bushes or, if they did go somewhere, were constantly interrupted, and they had to act like they hated each other.
"We really need to talk with her. Like now!" Michael motioned for her to join them out in the hall, trying not to appear as desperate as he was.
Not doing a very good job at it, the couple picked up on his weird behavior easily. "Why? What's going on?" She prompted them, hoping the answer wouldn't make her regret asking.
Michale cleared his throat, "We need to talk with you about…uh…feminine problems."
Her eyes blinked rapidly at his words. "You're having feminine problems?"
"Not us, but Zoey," Chase stepped in before things got way out of hand.
"And Lisa!"
"And we could really use a girl's opinion on what to do." Chase gave her a sad smile, trying to appear lost and confused, which wasn't too far from how he felt currently.
Letting out a low sigh, "Fine," Quinn detangled herself from her boyfriend's embrace. "I'll be right back." She gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, fixing her outfit and adjusting her glasses as she stood up.
"I'll be here," he said, giving her a soft smile before glaring at his two friends. "Waiting." It was a silent warning to not make their time with her too long.
Quinn joined them in the hall, trying to understand why they shut the door and were now blocking it. "Okay, look, whatever problems the girls are having can be solved with chocolates. Trust me; it usually solves 95% of the problems." Speaking as a girl, she knew from experience the power chocolate could do.
"Look, we lied about having feminine problems," Michael told her in a hushed tone.
Chase smiled, "But thank you for the chocolate tip. We will be using that." It was a good thing to know.
She frowned, crossing her arms. "Okay, what is going on with you two?" They had been acting strange since before she entered the room for her movie date with Logan.
Giving each other a sad look, they told her. "We kind of took Logan's wallet," Michael held his arms, afraid of what was to come next.
"And lost his new credit card along with it." Chase shrunk into himself, hoping to make himself a smaller target.
Her mouth dropped so much they were amazed her tongue didn't fall out. "You two did what!?" She silently screeched, slapping them both with all her might. She could not believe that they would do something so stupid. "How could you? Logan is your friend! Do you have any idea what'll happen if his dad finds out about this?" They may just think his father will take away the card and scold the boy, but she knows better. She knew how much hearing his father trusted him and expressing how proud he was really meant to Logan. He had all but gushed about it after they had left the group. If his father found out the card had been lost and stolen, it could take away all of that, and Logan would be devastated.
Chase held up his hands, trying to stop her assault. "We get it. We messed up!" He really did feel guilty about it. He usually didn't mind getting Logan in trouble, but only if he had done something. For once, the guy hadn't done anything to deserve being reprimanded. "Which is why we want you to distract him while we search the room."
"No way," she shook her head and pointed at the door they were blocking. "You go in there and tell him the truth right now."
Michael clasped his hands together. "Please, Quinn, you gotta do for us!" He begged, not caring about his dignity. "We promise we'll tell him, but after we find the card." He hoped once they found it and returned it, that may lessen the blow, and Logan won't kill them too badly.
She sighed again, her mouth expanding as she let out a huge breath of air in order to steady her anger. She was so not done being mad at them, but she knew there were other matters she needed to focus on first. "Alright, fine," reaching into her pocket, she pulled out an almost empty lipgloss. Coating her lips in the shiny and tasting substance, she gave the two a serious look. "I will distract him for now, but you have to swear that once you find his wallet, you'll return it and never try this again."
"We swear!" They both put a hand over their heart, swearing that this is the first and last time something like this will ever happen.
Giving one final sigh, she braced herself to go back into the room to lie and distract her boyfriend. Pushing down the guilt, she entered the dorm but left the door ajar just enough that they could push it open without it making any noise. Logan was still seated on the couch, but he was sitting up on the sofa and had a mirror in his hands. He was giving himself a once over, smiling and making kissy faces at his reflection. When he realized she was in the room, he put the mirror down on the table. "Hey, what took you so long?" She hadn't been outside for more than a few minutes, but he had missed having her in his arms. "So what was so important that they had to drag you away?"
Giving him what she hoped was an easygoing smile, she joined him back on the couch. "They were just being dumb boys." Technically it wasn't a lie. She definitely thought they were very dumb boys.
Logan snorted, "I could have told you that." Cupping her supple cheek, he placed a soft kiss on her lips. Smiling when she reciprocated, he slowly started to kiss more, quick little ones that slowly became deeper and more passion filled. His tongue found hers, mouth opening wider to make the kiss more.
Chase and Michael crawled into the room on their hands and knees as they kissed. Cracking one eye open, Quinn gestured with her thumb for them to get a move on. Logan must have felt her moving because he halted his kiss to pull back and look at her. "Wha…?" Before he could finish that sentence, she was on him. Her lips covered his own, the same passion as before, but she was the one leading this time. Her hands gripped his, placing them on her hips before she dug her fingers into his scalp. She learned early on in their relationship that he loved having his head touched. Rubbing it to help soothe a headache or digging her fingernails into his locks while they kissed, he enjoyed it all. Loud moans escaped him as he felt her roughly massage his scalp while they kissed. He pulled her forward so she sat in his lap, bringing her closer but never breaking the kiss. Even with his eyelids closed, you could tell that his eyes were rolling.
Chase and Michael silently gagged as they not only witnessed this scene but had to listen to it too. These were noises they were never going to unhear. Trying not to vomit as they searched, Michael lowered himself to crawl on his stomach while he looked around and under the coffee table as Chase took the computer desk. He reached around, flinging his hand around slowly to avoid making any noise. Only when his fingertips brushed against something fuzzy did all thoughts of being sneaky leave, and he freaked out. Jumping in fright, he banged his head against the desk, crying out in pain at the contact. This made Michael freeze up and bang his own head against the coffee table.
Alerted by the noise, Quinn and Logan stopped their kiss and stared at the two. Quinn in horror while Logan looked ready to rip their heads off. "What is wrong with you two?!" He pulled her off his lap, gently placing her on the seat next to him so that he could stand up and confront his freaky roommates. "Why are you in here sneaking around while things were just about to get good for Quinn and I?"
Michael jumped up himself, rubbing his now aching head. "It better not be getting good in here. I don't care how clean Rosario makes the room. Ain't no way I'm sitting on that couch again if you two are gonna do…things in here!"
"We weren't going to do anything like that," Quinn told them, crossing her arms and giving them a glare of her own.
Logan nodded, even though he wanted to do things; if she said they weren't, then they weren't. He knew she wasn't ready, and he had no problems taking his time waiting for her to be.
Moaning at his now bruised head, Chase came to stand beside Michael. Shaking off the clump of what he assumed was his own hair, he placed his hands on his hips. "Look, we didn't mean to interrupt. We were just…" bouncing on the heels of his feet; he came up with an excuse. "Looking for my USB. I wanted Zoey to take a look at my college essay."
Rolling his eyes at the two, Logan crossed his arms. "And this couldn't have waited until after our date was finished because…?"
"We'll that's because," Chase sucked on his teeth, making a soft whistling noise while he thought. "College is important, and I wanted to send it out tonight. I mean, Quinn is going to be sending hers out soon."
Spinning on the heels of his feet, Logan turned to face his girlfriend with wide eyes. She was staring with her mouth open but had one eye twitching. "You're sending out your college applications already?" She was so going to get them for this.
"I mean, kind of." She stood up, reaching for his hands, and smiled when he took hers. "Remember, I was telling you that I was looking to do MIT or Caltech."
He nodded, attempting to hide his frown. "Yeah, I remember." He may not be a genius like her, but even he knew those were really big and prestigious schools. They would be lucky enough to have her, but he knew he had no hopes of getting in either one, which meant that they would have to go their separate ways when graduation came. "Which one did you send?"
"MIT is my backup, but Caltech has always been my dream. Plus, if I attend, I can visit you on school breaks when you return from New York." She had meant to have this conversation with him before, but it never seemed like the right time. They were in such bliss of being together and enjoying their relationship that she didn't want to put a damper on things with the talks of college and having to be away from each other.
He smiled at her words, "I like that." If she went there, they could still see each other. He had been thinking about a school in New York for business and entertainment, but the thought of being far away from her frightened him. Not that he would say it out loud, especially with other people in the room.
Kissing the edge of his mouth, she booed his nose, which she found to be so adorable. "What do you say? You and I get some food and have a romantic sunset picnic in our usual spot."
Soft but calloused hands grabbed her in a hug, "Lead the way," he grinned when he felt her wrap an arm around his waist; the two walked out of the room to get some dinner and enjoy the sunset together.
The second the door closed, Chase and Michael jumped into action.
"We gotta find that wallet!" They didn't care if they would have to tear the room apart; they were going to find that wallet.