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Greetings, to all of you Pacfic Coast Academy Stingrays! This will be the third I'm posting in a row, in this Mini Arc Extravaganza. Thank you so much just for making it this far. Going back to our typical way of doing this. This chapter will be from the sole perspective of just one character. Switching perspectives in chapters so much before this one, I had to have a coin toss for fairness and the winner is… Quinn! So this chapter will be all from Quinn's perspective. The next will be Logan's… Thankful he has no clue that I'm saving all of his feedback for the next one. Let's hope he stays blissfully oblivious till this gets posted ((Especially since it was really supposed to be his turn when you see the last chapter ended with Quinn))! EeK! I'm in for an earfull! Let's get this party started while we can.

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I hope you Enjoy!

"The Collective Trials Of A Quinnventor… And Logan"

Chapter 14 - All About Poacher Blocking

((Quinn's Perspective))

Today was off to a normal start so far. It was a Thursday, but it felt like a Friday. You know? Just there was a cheerfulness and an easiness in the air. More suited to the weekend, but as much as I would love to report the absence of the strangeness I'd been currently experiencing with my secret boyfriend. I'm afraid that not even the fully undeniable acceptance of Vince Blake into our group was able to fully lift that weirdness.

It was still murky and inky as it continued to wreak havoc over nearly every other thought in my head. If you don't believe me, just look at my past week's trial analysis, pending patents, and field studies. Complete crap! Can't get a thing done right, or without error.

Thankfully my professors hadn't noticed, and when they had. They blamed it on the excitement surrounding a school event today.

Today was the day of the PCA "Kiss Auction," A charity event that's held each year. A bunch of students and staff volunteer their time, funds or lips for this event each year. This year's chosen charity was an ideal very close to my heart. It was raising funds for an organization called "Poacher Blockers" which protects all global wildlife from poachers. Their outreach programs have mapped the globe, they've helped Elephants, Rhinos, Hippos, Tigers, Giraffes, Bears, Pandas (Giant or Red), and Gorillas in my favorite episodes. There's tons of work done for all endangered animals as well as just wild animals that is off camera as well. There's a whole show dedicated to exhibiting their work on the Science Channel.

They've caught countless hunters and put thousands of them away. Some of these caught poachers were even shot for their crimes in some other countries. They didn't die or anything… they just probably wished they did. Some cultures believe in treating the hunters as the hunted to send the right message. Can't say I don't believe in that philosophy.

They work to keep these animals living at all costs and make them defy the odds as prey. You know that's a purpose worth working for. I wasn't volunteering for this event because it helps if you're somewhat popular. While I have friends who are popular, I am not. So I just sat on the sidelines and watched the event with genuine interest and excitement. But my friends weren't much help this year either, since all of them are paired off in semi-serious if not completely serious relationships.

Vince Blake had signed up for it before he started his relationship with Lola. So that would be an interesting part of today as well.

The auction would be happening outdoors in the amphitheater. This organization's existence had been pitched for consideration by our own Lisa Perkins. Who never misses a showing of this show, has even missed dates for it. When her pitch won, She was selected to run the auction this year. She even got to meet some of the people who work on the show and project. She even let me and our friends tag along. It was soooooooo cool! I can honestly say I look up to every single one of those people I met. I wish I had their ease and know-how when dealing with wild animals. If I did, I would totally join their cause, but my purpose is much better suited in inventing. I couldn't see my life without Quinnventing.

Now everyone was gathering for the actual auction part of the day. I'd love to say that our entire student body cared just as much about the preservation of wildlife and our ecosystems. But I knew that wasn't why most of these people were here. No, this particular event was one of PCA's most famous for stirring up trouble. Through the years I've been here, the auction was just as famous for making couples as it was for breaking couples up.

When a person wins in this auction, whoever they bid on has to kiss them in front of everyone. Those are the rules, so you can imagine that this event has been known to stir up some drama. I really did hope that they could defy the odds today for both Lola and Vince's sakes. I know I had been against them in the beginning, but their pairing has grown on me. And I really didn't want to see either of them get hurt... even if especially Lola.

I foolishly walked into this thing, thinking since my relationship was a well-kept secret. I had nothing to worry about...

Boy, was I wrong!

When I went to go sit with my friends. Michael, James, Zoey, Vince, and Lola. I found it a little convenient that the only seat left was by chance (or design) next to Logan. In retrospect, that should have been my first warning sign.

With Vince sitting next to me on my other side, it didn't happen right away. But when Vince's name was called and he went up on the stage to be auctioned off. I found myself in a quiet conversation with Logan, on the down low. Explaining that he hadn't wanted to volunteer but he'd been cornered by Lisa whose list was coming up surprisingly short this year compared to others. He'd been the only guy in our group who had no jealous girlfriend to help him excuse himself. So he was literally taking one for the team. That should have been my second red flag.

I didn't like it, who would? But I put on a smile and told him that I was proud of him anyway. That he would be helping out with a very worthy cause. But then all of our focus was back to Lola who really wanted to win that kiss with her own boyfriend. All of us were helping out so Lola wasn't spending all of her allowance for the week on this. And Vince still ended up kissing a pint-sized cheerleader from the younger classes. For an unbelievable one thousand dollars... It turned out to be a little girl from Vince's actual neighborhood, who looked up to him. She was so teeny tiny he'd had to take a knee to kiss her on her cheek. But his little friend had also confessed to helping so Lola wouldn't be mad. Just Adorable! So even though Lola had lost, she and Vince were still okay.

With that out of the way, the rest of our group chilled out.

While Logan and I both couldn't relax. Logan even went out of his way to let me know that it was against his will and that he wouldn't enjoy it. How sweet of him, it made me want to believe him, but he forgets I know him. I knew him long before we began this whole crazy secret relationship thing. And this was an opportunity for him to not only exhibit his fame and popularity. Both are things that he lives for, but also a chance to connect with his adoring fans. Even to let them fight over him for a few minutes. There was no way on earth that he wasn't gonna thrive on that. Or not have a big head for a while after it.

So halfway into the auction, Lisa called Logan's name and he walked up on stage. I tried to keep a carefree smirk on my face the whole time. But then, his bids started at one hundred dollars and quickly climbed to more than two thousand dollars… Oh Yeah! My friends and I all knew, there would be no living with him after this.

He ended up going for three thousand dollars to Gretta Getts. The part-time model whose face not only appears in teen magazines. But she also graces the PCA pamphlets as the face of our school. Even though she is infamous for all of these facts. She still had to prove she really did have that much of Daddy's money lying around to back her bluff? When the bid cleared and she went running up on the stage. Logan's eyes locked on me and he really did seem like his heart wasn't in it for that heartbeat or two. Then he was attacked and I averted my eyes.

But I hadn't been the only one to notice his reluctance. Zoey and Lola noticed it enough to comment on it.

"What do you think is up with that reaction? He even looked over here like he was asking for help? Does he like someone over here?" Lola asked Zoey loud enough for me to hear. Before she started searching the crowd for possible suspects. I focused on their voices rather than the spectacle on the stage.

"Maybe he really doesn't like her?" Zoey shrugged.

"What's not to like?" Lola reasoned, "She's hot, she's a model, she's rich, materialistic, TOTALLY his type and she's been talking about how badly she wants to jump his bones for a year at least. Where's bad?"

Zoey relented, "I really was expecting him to be more smug."

Lola pointed out, "He hasn't come back over here yet. I'm still predicting they'll be no living with him. He's the most expensive one and he's not likely to be beat."

Vince leaned closer to Lola and whispered very softly, but I heard him say. "You know, it's almost looked like he was looking at Quinn from up there."

"Quinn?" Lola repeated before bursting out laughing.

Zoey asked, "What was so funny?"

Lola said outloud, "Vince says it almost looked like Logan was looking at Quinn." She could barely get out between giggles.

"Quinn? Our Quinn?" Zoey asked.

"Yes!" Lola was still hysterical. Then she straightened up and said in total seriousness. "That could never happen."

Vince shrugged and said, "Okay. If you say so."

Michael reasoned, "He was probably hoping one of her inventions could save him."

I'd been focusing on what they were saying and trying not to notice Gretta getting what she wanted most. My secret boyfriend in a very public display of affection, that was lasting way too long. Even if it was a great cause and that was three thousand dollars that would be put to very good use. I honestly felt like I could scream. Between what was happening on the stage and what was happening next to me. But somehow I stayed bolted to my seat and tried to focus on keeping my breathing even. Even though I could feel my eye starting to twitch. And trying to keep the stick-figured chalkboard art for Gretta's demise from happening inside my head.

The kiss may have ended a little sooner than Gretta wanted. When a laser bolt from my zap-watch nicked her fake bubble butt. But I do think my secret boyfriend had seen me do it while, no one else did... But then Vince High Fived me and said, "That was nice of you Quinn." So I guess he'd seen it too.

Hopefully, they were the only ones.

This wouldn't be so hard if he'd just remained my friend Logan. If he'd just kept being the friend who seemed to barely tolerate me. But that wasn't him anymore. I'd gotten to know him so much better and see so much more of his true nature in these months we'd been keeping our relationship secret. Why did he have to be so wonderful, and he kept so much of it hidden away?

When Gretta walked past us, back to her seat, she let everyone know. That the kiss had been "worth every penny." Then she went back to her clique and planned loudly, claiming that she would get that kind of affection legitimately. When she finally captured Logan's heart for real.

Lola asked Zoey, "What's wrong with her? Really? What's wrong with her? She's pretty, she's popular… she makes decent grades and she's a small-time model right?"

"Yeah," Zoey confirmed and shrugged again. "It looks like all of that work she's gotten done has managed to also warp her perspective."

That was when I remembered what Logan had said about Gretta before. That she was so fake when she moved she squeaked. Like a plastic on plastic eeeeching sound, every move she made. And that he wasn't a fan of her perfume. He'd compared it to old hard candy, all melted, hardened back together, and sickly sweet. Thank God for my friends, they kept my mind off of the fact that my guy had to just publicly sucked face with another girl. Because of their conversation, Gretta even lived through this… So did Logan. Blessings all around.

Lisa thanked Logan and he came back to the seat he'd left, right beside me. Lipstick still smeared everywhere. Thankfully Lola handed him a moist towelette that was made to remove makeup. James asked him comically, "How ya feeling champ?"

"Like I was publicly manhandled," Logan answered still wiping away fire engine red lipstick. He asked me softly, "Did I get it all?'

I showed sympathy, took the wipe from him and got a few spots he couldn't feel. While he looked in his pocket mirror. Lola teased, "I don't think that's quite your color."

"For once, we agree on something." Logan shook his head.

I had to remind him to "Hold still."

Logan said, "Sorry." But it sounded like he was saying it for more than just not sitting still.

Vince felt the need to tell Logan, "You might want to watch your back. That girl has been back there loudly stating how she's gonna get you. And what Gretta wants, I remember Gretta always gets."

"Yeah, I've heard that too," Logan said. As he glanced back at the group of still audibly plotting his takedown. Hiding their little silicone-enhanced faces behind their hands. Logan shook his head in disgust and said, "Gross! The trouble with that is that a guy needs to like you back for that to happen. And I'm afraid I like my women a little less fake and more real."

"SINCE WHEN?" ALL of my friends asked at once, while I tried to keep my reaction neutral. Even though I couldn't help the way my eyebrows shot up at that declaration. And I had to bite my lips to keep from grinning.

Vince just reached around me to slap Logan on the back, telling him; "Good for you, man."

Michael asked, "Wasn't your mantra, 'A hot chick is a hot chick?' When did that change?"

"I don't know, MIC-HAEL!" Logan said exasperatedly before begging him to, "Please just let it go!"

"Okay, okay, OKAY! COOL IT!" Michael relented, "But we're talking about this more later. Whoo, that's different. Like day and night changes. I'm gonna need a little more-the world's gonna need a little more about that."

James even said, "It's like a different person just sat back down next to Quinn. Quinn! Feel his forehead is he running a fever? Quickly! Are we all at risk of catching this brand of sense?"

I complied, putting my hand flat against his forehead and totally locked eyes with Logan for a split second before he closed his eyes into my touch just a bit longer than a blink. I shrugged at my friends and announced, "He seems perfectly normal to me."

"Okay! Great! Shush! My little Lisa is talking again." Michael shushed everyone, while Logan was trying to catch my eye.

With all of our friends nice and distracted, by Lisa's showmanship and stage presence. As she set up the next person, up for bid. Logan asked me in my ear. "Are you mad?... At me? … You look mad… Are you, mad?"

I looked him in the eye and shook my head from side to side "No.'

While he insisted shaking his head "Yes" back at me.

I silently threw my head to the side asking him to leave with me, but before we got up together. I stood and left separately then he followed not far behind. The auction was being held outdoors and we easily found an abandoned alleyway nearby. We stepped in and checked to make sure no one had followed or was paying any attention to us.

Then Logan started with, "You're mad."

"No, what do I have to be mad about?' I asked sounding peeved to my own ears. "I mean it's not like Lisa knew that she was putting us in this predicament. She was just trying to do her best to garner support and she certainly never could have earned so much if it wasn't for your involvement."

"I didn't sign up, or want to kiss that plastic surgery princess." Logan clarified. "I had to, and that's the only reason it happened."

"Yeah, I'm sure it really twisted your arm." I rolled my eyes and couldn't help but let a little bit of my disgust show.

But that was when he trapped me against the wall and reminded me, "I'm a good actor, you know that. But that up there today was probably the worst performance I've put on in a while."

I did admit, "I couldn't look when it was happening. So I can't tell you how good or bad it was. But I will admit. Zoey and Lola were both openly commenting that you didn't seem-"

"Because I wasn't! Not at all!" He said and his voice came off louder than he'd meant.

I had to put my hand on the side of his face and make him look at me before I said, "I know… okay, I know you were cornered and it's not your fault. I also know that I am mad even though I shouldn't be. But that anger isn't pointed at you, okay? It's the situation, okay? And we shouldn't take too long, I think Vince is getting suspicious of us. Okay?"

He leaned his forehead against mine and said in a whisper, "It was awful."

"Oh yeeeeah," I drew out, "You seemed to really be suffering, up there. From what little I did see."

"No, it really was terrible," he stressed before asking. "Have you ever had to do something, not because you wanted to. Because you were forced to and when it actually happened it was way worse than you'd even imagined?"

"Sure," I shrugged, "But you don't have to do this Logan. She's a pretty girl, you're free to have liked it."

"I know that," Logan said before maintaining. "But I mean it, this was horrible. Like 'she-must-have-eaten-tuna-for-breakfast' bad. Like she must have blown up intertubes in her lips, fake. I can't remember the last time I was this grossed out."

"I can imagine," I said softly. "The only reason I didn't do something stupid while you were up there was because I bolted myself to my seat and tuned things out the best I could." I shared.

"Something stupid like use your zap watch to burn a new hole into Gretta's fake butt implants?" He asked with a smirk.

"You weren't supposed to see that." I complained.

"But I did." He laughed, before saying. "I'm amazed her whole ass didn't deflate. Thanks for saving me up there. I don't know how much longer I could have made it without shoving her away. Making a big scene."

"You were feeling charitable, and so was I." I tried to shrug off but Logan had other ideas.

"Can I kiss you or are you too mad, and want to punish me a little longer?" Logan asked as he was openly staring at my mouth. I had been just about to give in when I could have sworn I heard Lisa say my name over the loudspeaker. And the crowd gasped, we locked eyes, and my name was repeated.

I shot back a step from Logan, stepped around him and back towards where the crowds were gathered. The moment that I was in sight, Lisa said my name again asking, "Quinn did you sign up for this? I wrote out this list last night and I don't remember your name on it then."

I had to walk back to our seats, but I clarified, "Because it wasn't. I didn't sign up for the auction part of it."

"Of course, you didn't," the scrawny leader Neil of the Sci-Club said. From where he sat across the aisle from our friends. "You were so busy lecturing everyone and trying to recruit people to get up there. Because even you know that no one would pay a red cent to kiss you."

I asked him, "What's the matter Neil, those probation anklets a little too tight today?"

"No!" He claimed before saying, "This is about justice."

I put two and two together, "You signed me up. To what? Embarrass me?"

"Yeah, Pay back's a bitch isn't it?" He said giving me his best game face.

While Wayne nearly fell on the floor chanting "L-O-L! L-O-L!"

The rest of the Sci-club was laughing and slapping their knees. Backing up their leader's master plan to get back at me for busting them on the whole stink bomb thing. Forgetting that I could have sent them all to jail but I had begged for leniency. Had gotten everybody else involved to beg for the same thing. A fact that I truly regretted right now. Or maybe they were getting back at me for destroying their fighter bot in the robot wars? Or beating them out in the last science fair? Or the countless times I'd made them look like idiots because they ARE idiots! They really ARE! Any of that could have brought this on.

"Go ahead, Pensky." Gilbert egged on. "Do your part."

"Too bad no cause is worth kissing you," Neil said before going to high-five Wayne, but missed.

Zoey and Lola shot out of their seats. Lola shouted, "You Jerks!"

Zoey reasoned, "We could have sent your butts to prison! You know that too!"

Logan right behind me took a lunge at them and I had to hold him back. Lisa called over all of the chaos, bringing the attention back to her saying, "Now Quinn, you don't have to participate if you don't want to. This is a charity event, it's meant to be fun. Not cutting off someone's free will. You're the last name on here I can easily bring the event to a close if you would like-"

Neil interrupted, "And prove what a hypocrite you really are! Finally!"

And if I had, I would have felt guilty, of course. But like I explained earlier, my friends are popular... I'm not.

I was gonna walk away and tell Lisa to end it all here… I was. But then Brooke and her followers just had to add insult to injury. Laughing and jeering with their fingers in the shape of an "L" on their foreheads. Calling me a loser, and I had to see Mark laughing along with them.

I used to look forward to that smile, that laugh. But in that moment, it just made me sick.

I knew I couldn't walk away, I had to try. So I turned and told Lisa, "No." My voice sounded weird even to my own ears. I heard myself continue in that same altered tone, "While these guys are dead to me, now and forever. They're right that I was preaching for this cause and I didn't sign up." Then I walked up on the stage knowing they were gonna be right about no bids too.

Nothing steams my clams more than those posers being right about anything.

What makes matters so much worse is when I got up on the stage and looked out at the crowd. Brooke and her friends were shooting me birds now. Mark was still openly laughing, just as much as the Sci-club. Logan was still standing shell-shocked in the center of the aisle, till Vince pulled him back over to his seat. It was like he was frozen in that shock. Though his reactions were written all over his face. So I tried to look at my feet, that was the only safe place I could find.

Lisa was about to open up the bidding but before she could say what she was starting out at. The Sci Club interrupted her.

"A Measly ten dollars?" A random freshman guessed.

"Too much, Five dollars." Wayne suggested.

Another random nerd hissed, "More like five cents!"

Neil said, "No! A dollar. One dollar and that's too expensive."

Lisa reminded them that this was her show, and started the bidding at ten (the same as Vince's starting rate).

Silence followed. To the delight of so many…

Then I heard it…

Vince Blake shot up and bid, "Fifty dollars." Lola grabbed him and excitedly kissed his cheek, Zoey clapped and Logan looked at Vince like 'what the hell was he doing.'

Lisa said, "Fifty Dollars! Okay! I see fifty, do I hear fifty-five?"

James bid, "Sixty!" Gaining a kiss from Zoey on the cheek.

Lisa said, "I hear, sixty! Do I hear sixty-five?"

Michael bid, "Eighty!" When the others looked at him, he claimed, "Go big or go home."

Lisa told the crowd. "Someone outbid him… Baby, it's so sweet of you and I love you for your big heart. But please, someone outbid him! I'm serious y'all! Somebody else bid, please."

Stacey Dillsen bid, "Ninety dollars!" To save Michael and shrugged. "Oh come on, what's a little kiss between soul sisters."

Lisa told her, "You are my sister, Miss Stacey! Do I hear Ninety-Five?"

Then a few guys bid who I had dated right after Mark dumped me. A few who claimed they wouldn't mind dating me more than that one-time, bid after that. As the bids climbed, I would say no one was more shocked than me. But the silence of Brooke and company, as well as the Sci-Club was indicator enough that my rivals were seething. The bids rose to one hundred and fifty dollars I was about to tell Lisa to let that guy win, there was no way I could possibly get more than that.

That was when Logan bid, "Five hundred dollars."

I expected my friends to question him but they were clapping and patting him on the back. Telling him he was "such a good friend."

The look that passed between us… was practically a silent conversation. Where I was looking around at the crowd and trying to make Logan realize. If he won, he would be kissing me in front of nearly the whole school. Was he aware of this or ready for all of the ramifications that would follow? Especially if there was any inclination that either of us enjoyed it.

The look and nod of his head tried to tell me he was ready for all of it. But I highly doubted that.

That was when a voice at the back, boomed and caught everyone's attention. A voice belonging to Logan's father. Malcolm Reese, the big-time Hollywood producer. He said, "Now son, I think we can do a bit better than that for a worthy cause and future Professor Pensky. I bid three thousand dollars for your cause, Miss Perkins. Can anyone beat that?"

I was so shocked I was cupping my face in my hands. Lisa counted it off, "Three thousand dollars going once… going twice… SOLD! For three thousand dollars."

I could not believe it! But just as much as I was flipping out over what had just happened. Mr. Reese turned to his son and said, "Since the bid is from both of us. Son, you go get that kiss."

Logan didn't hang around either, he locked eyes with me and sped up to the stage. He was wearing his game face as he walked back up to the stage. I could hear my friends chattering on about how nice Logan and his father had been. I know I should have been paying better attention to what they were saying. What they thought, what their reactions were... but it all faded out into background noise. As he walked towards me, I didn't know why I was shaking or why my heart was pounding in my ears. He kisses me all the time, literally! This couldn't be anything like that. Not in front of everybody... no way. So why was I freaking out so hardcore?

Because I was more concerned with concealing our reactions than anything else, probably.

He walked up the short stairs, and walked towards me with a little swag in his step. This was more like what I had been expecting to see from him earlier. When it had been his kiss being offered up. But when he got to me and the crowd was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

I said, "Thank you so much, I don't know what to say."

He said, "You don't have to say anything, just give me a kiss that's worth three thousand dollars... Come on, I know you can."

I put my hands on his shoulders and chickened out kissing his cheek. Like he was the friend, who'd just saved me. Convincingly!

But when I was leaning back he caught my waist and said. "I don't think so." Before throwing me into a dip and kissing the living daylights outta me! Right there in front of EVERYBODY!

No! I still can't believe it either.

The crowd went wild... before it melted away. And somehow in that contact, Logan gave me all that he had been feeling. And just like in the infirmary the other day. I felt all of the tension, worry and misery ease out of him. I felt my own relief and overwhelming joy, and I could feel him smiling just as big into that kiss as I was. I could hear the noises of the crowd but it sounded too far away to my ears. Logan lifted me easily and put me back on my feet before breaking the kiss and telling me. "Now that was worth three grand."

I completely forgot all of the work I was supposed to be doing right now. Concealing and maintaining that Logan was just helping a friend and not a secret girlfriend. When I was back on my feet and stopped seeing stars, I hugged him and thanked him. And he'd hugged me back like we were alone, like we weren't in front of the entire school.

When I did look at our friends. They were all cheering.

I heard Vince ask Lola, "Are you sure they don't like each other?"

Lola maintained, "He's a really good actor, like stupid good. It runs in his family and he wanted those nerds shut down."

Zoey backed Lola up, "He's an amazing actor, he even had me fooled into thinking I liked him for a week. All because of his acting. Boy! I almost want to be like Vince and think they liked it too."

While Michael's reaction was by far my favorite. He was saying, "There he is! We wondered where Logan went, there he is! Hamming it up, as usual! Even when he's gotta kiss a friend. Man! He must hate Gretta Getts. He was not that happy about kissing her."

James reasoned for him, "He's got that heart-throb rep to uphold."

"Yeah! And he's a total ham too though!" Michael said. Before standing up clapping saying. "Way to take one for the team, man. Shut those jerks up too! If that's not charity work, I don't know what is!"

When Mr. Reese came up the steps and onto the stage I raced over to him and he gladly hugged me. He told me in a whisper, "I forgot you two were keeping it secret. Sorry. Hope I didn't ruin anything."

"Are you kidding, you get one too." I told him, kissing his cheek. "I don't know how to thank you."

"Well let's chat for a minute, you, Logan and me, please. Plus, you did everyone a favor not letting my son be the most expensive kiss here." He said as he handed off the check to Lisa on stage and she ended the auction. Mr. Reese headed back towards our group, which was gathering in the aisle. I glanced back behind me at Logan. As Mr. Reese was gathering all of us together. But I couldn't read Logan's expression. He seemed strangely guarded for someone who kissed me in front of everyone and never raised the first doubt among our longtime friends.

But before I could ask him what was up, Neil stood up and stopped me before I could reach my gathered friends. To tell me, "You cheated, if it weren't for your friends taking mercy on you and this geezer. You would have been as useless and righteous as usual. The only way you always manage to squeak by, like you do. Is luck and we all know luck eventually runs out."

"Even if that was true," Malcolm Reese quipped, adding "Which it isn't." under his breath. He went on. "That wouldn't have mattered in the slightest. Quinn will always win against you because her heart's in the right place. I suggest you dweebs start looking for more constructive ways to gain attention. Quinn Pensky is simply out of your league."

I couldn't believe my own ears. Where in the world had this strong opinion come from? When did I give such an impression to Logan's Dad? Was he just taking up for me when he saw me being bullied? Or did he really think all of that, about me?

Zoey and Lola were asking me if I was okay, the guys were gathered around Logan. Probably asking him the same thing, but his reactions were still off. And I was resolved to speak about it with him later. When we were alone.

Just like I'd heard up on stage, none of our friends suspected a thing. Even Vince was completely assured by Lola and Zoey's stories. I'm sure Michael and James only solidified things even better. So why did Logan look so miserable still, shouldn't he be a little more relieved, or glad? What is going on with him? Maybe he really was coming down with something.

Instead of returning to class, like we were supposed to. Like the rest of our friends had to, Mr. Reese walked us over to the outdoor eating area. It was just beside the auction's location, too early for lunch and too late for breakfast. So it was cleaned out and abandoned. A perfect place for him to speak with us. It was here that I noticed Mr. Reese and Chauncy (who materialized from thin air) were both wearing wrist splints and injury boots on one or both of their feet.

I was still reeling from the auction's outcome, aftermath, and I couldn't seem to focus at all. Thankfully Logan was the first to recover from the shock. "Dad? What are you even doing here? I thought you were still filming on location?"

"I was," The older gentlemen tried to explain. "But we've hit a few unexpected snags in production and that's what brought me here."

"Oh," Logan relaxed, "Is that all?" then Logan whispered to me, "That happens all the time."

Chauncy felt the need to bow to us both, as he corrected Logan. "I'm afraid that this time is a bit complicated, Master Logan. Your father arrives a bit desperate."

"Desperate?" Logan and I repeated him in unison.

Mr. Reese turned and told Chauncy, "I'm not desperate this is just the best I could do short notice kind a thing. It's not nearly that dramatic."

Chauncy bowed again, towards his Master, "A thousand apologies, sir. I only made that assumption from the tears during the chopper ride here."

"The tears weren't out of desperation, I shut the door of the chopper on my arm." Malcolm Reese said, waving his splinted wrist at us. "I'd hurt it in production earlier and slamming that chopper door on it was the last thing I'd needed."

"How'd you do that?" Logan asked while I checked his splint to ensure it was still holding his wrist correctly. I did have to correct it slightly. But thankfully Mr. Reese said, "Hey! Now that's much better."

I explained, "After you hit it with that door, it wasn't holding the fracture correctly."

"How did you know I fractured it?" He'd asked me in wonder.

I shrugged, "I've fractured my own before and my dad has several times. He's sort of the 'Tim the tool man Taylor' of our hometown. It felt like a fracture to me, If it had been a clean break you would have a lot more bruising, swelling, and even more pain."

"Once again," the older gentlemen boasted, "I'm so glad you're on our side, Quinn." Then the producer went on to show us the boot he was wearing for another break in his foot or ankle. His story didn't clarify which so it could have been both. It was these injuries that had brought him here to ask for Logan's help. He explained, "This all happened days ago and all of the shots we've had since haven't gone well. I need your help son, or I'll never get this movie completed in this semi-body cast I've got going on. I need your help, your eye, and your vision if this is ever to get done right-"

"But your filming in Canada." Logan pointed out. "Practically in Greenland! You know how much I hate the actual artic." I didn't know two many other people who had been to the artic. I had to admit I was impressed even if Logan was outright claiming he disliked them.

"It wouldn't be for long, it would just be from today to Sunday morning. A long weekend is all." Mr. Reese promised. "And it would be a wonderful opportunity for you to impress even more contacts you'll be needing when you start to pursue your own dreams in the biz."

Logan was quick to say, "Okay, I can pack a quick overnight bag and be right back." He said about to leave. But then he stopped himself and said, "But Quinn's gotta go too?"

My face had to be shocked, I feel like that had to be my expression all day today. Unyielding Bewilderment.

Then Mr. Reese made my face even more aghast when he agreed, "I wouldn't have it any other way, son."

I had already been shocked, when I heard Logan say what he'd said. I was bowled over when his father automatically agreed. I'm so glad I was sitting down.

"Wait a minute!" I finally got out. Both guys and Chauncy looked at me.

Mr. Reese went on explaining, "This isn't just because you're his friend turned girlfriend, Quinn. It's because we need you too." Getting to the second half of his disastrous movie set drama. "Our pyrotechnics crew keeps having all of this drama with their equipment. They can't seem to get a lot of things to work the way they should in the extremely cold conditions we're working in. Not to mention our head of that department looks worse than me and sustained even worse injuries. Quinn if you could lend us some of your quick thinking on your feet, your scientific knowledge and inventiveness. The way you did when you visited our sets before. I promise I will make the trip worth your while."

I told Logan's father, "Sir. There's no need to go to all of that trouble. Just tell me where and when and I'll show up."

"Good," He said relieved, "I've already cleared you both with Dean Rivers. But Quinn if you need me to call your parents, I am more than happy to speak with them too. You both better go pack a little heavy and warmly."

Logan took off like a shot out of a gun. But I took the moment to ask, "Mr. Reese? Before I rush off too. Could I ask you something?"

"Ask away." He said charmingly, reminding me of his son just a little.

I tried to inquire, "I know that you've known me for years. I was Logan's friend before any of this new dating stuff happened. But I was just wondering what gave you such an opinion about me?"

Mr. Reese said, "Quinn? You almost sound like you were expecting my opinion to be bad."

"Well, I don't know what I was expecting before. All I do know is that I don't think my own parents would have been able to say such nice things about me. In front of those horrid human beings. What I'm trying to ask sir, is what made those things so easy for you to say?"

"Besides the fact that they're true?" He asked, closing the folder he'd still been looking through. "You're asking for all cards to be on the table?"

"If you don't mind, sir." I tried to not inconvenience this kind, older man.

He sighed and glanced around, teasing. "Logan could kill me for this-"

I comforted, "I won't let him."

He laughed before he began. "I don't mind sharing as long as this stays strictly between us. And as long as you stop with the misters, the sirs, and call me Malcolm. You're making me feel very old." He started and I agreed to these terms. "Because of all the people my son has brought home, secret or not. Logan has never called a single one of those girls his girlfriend before you."

"He hasn't, really?" I said meekly.

"He certainly has never singled any of them out like he just did here at this very table, either. What I'm trying to say here Quinn is you are the first girl my son has ever brought home in that way. Knowing him as long as you have, I don't think I need to tell you just how special that actually is."

I was still reeling as he went on to explain, "I blame myself for this, I'm afraid he was overly exposed to his mother and my dating habits throughout his life. We both dated, married several times and put him through just as many nasty divorces. I was beginning to think he'd never let himself be serious about a girl because of us. He always dated so casually and carelessly… but then… I noticed him looking at you long before he made his move. Chauncy and I knew you were something special. Then he brought you to the set last time. He brought you as his date to my almost wedding. You helped him when his mother showed up, something he doesn't let many people do. At the wedding as well as here on campus. If you hadn't been there to help him, I don't know if Logan could have gotten through all of that drama so unscathed."

"I doubt I had that much influence." I chuckled nervously. "Logan's strong, athletic and tough on his exterior-"

"He is all boy," Malcolm smiled proudly. "But I think you underestimate your pull on him. Did you know the day I was making him come to my wedding? He was trying to plan an all-out date with you and I ruined that?"

"I remember him mentioning he'd been right in the middle of planning when that came up." I said honestly. Teasing, "But I thought he was just saying that."

"Has he been able to take you out since?" He asked, and before I could answer he warned. "Because one night while you're helping me out. I'm hopeful of making that up to you both. On me, because I pulled rank on him a little to get him to come and then I didn't even get married that day. He was even researching romantic things to do in L.A. I saw it in his browser history. No girl has ever provoked such romantic ideals in my son before. This is too important not to celebrate. So one night (and I'm not telling you which night). But one night while you're with me we will fix this. And if it can't happen this time, I will make good on it the next time I see you together."

I tried to tell him again that it wasn't necessary but Malcolm wouldn't hear of it. So after I explained a little more about the charity he had helped out today, I had to give up and go pack. Before Logan came back and asked me, "Why haven't I left yet?"

So I headed back to my dorm, packed a quick overnight bag, with every warm thing I had in my closet. Wrapping random tools I might need in my clothes hoping to make it through airport security. Forgetting these are rich people with all private means of transportation. I left a note for my roommates letting them know why I wasn't around. Also not to mess with my locked sliver cases of materials. The last thing we needed was another catastrophe like the last time Lola got into my combustible materials. Or Zoey had accidentally tripped the security systems. Nope, if I was going to the North Pole, I had to know my roommates would be safe.

They were in class and I didn't exactly have time to track them down. So the note was gonna have to do.

We took a helicopter from PCA to an airport that had a bunch of private planes. Then we took a plane to the north pole, then a dog sledding team to the location where Mr. Reese's crew was still filming their next big movie.

It really tickled me to watch Logan take on that authoritative role again, in his father's stead. Like he had on the other set, clip-board underarm and all. But something else continued to tickle me throughout this shoot that I hadn't witnessed before. On the warm Hollywood set, in eighty-degree weather. Which was how horribly Logan fairs in the excessively cold. It was unexpected, hilarious, and endlessly adorable. He was wearing more than one pair of pants, and a ski suit over top of all of that. He was wearing heavy-ski boots, a few heavy coats, gloves, scarves, goggles, and a hat that made his head look a funny shape.

Sure I was freezing too and had to be taken somewhere to warm up several times. But even I was handling it all so much better than my guy. When we were both side by side warming ourselves by a fire. I asked him, "I thought rich people came to places like this all the time to ski, snowboard, and intertube?"

"Yeah, but anyone that comes this far north is clearly nuts!" Logan had snapped back and all I could do was laugh. He was so adorable, I snapped a few pictures and e-mailed them back to my friends. The first one to reply back was Chase claiming "his laughter was maniacal looking at Logan." Before saying, "He would have paid big money to have been there in person and watch him struggle." Going on to mention, "the only time he'd gone someplace cold with Logan. That Logan had stayed in a hot tub nearly the whole time. Like a lizard laying under a warm light bulb in it's habitat. Because he'd hated the cold that much! Seeing him forced outta the tub and into the snow HAD to be priceless."

The rest of our friends were adding their comments all throughout the day. Making me smile even though we were all so far apart. Though Zoey and Lola had both expressed wishing they'd gotten to say bye in person. Before wishing us all the best of luck and asking for more pictures!

We were out in the cold for hours upon hours getting everything finished that needed finishing. I worked extensively with my assigned teams and when all of the action scenes took place. I had the actors, stunt doubles, and regular crew quote, "Running for their lives."

Which scared me at first till Mr. Reese yelled out to me, via walkie-talkie from where he was watching the feedback. "That a girl, Quinn! Way to go! That was just what we asked for."

So I relaxed a little, and just tried to focus on safety. If not keeping Mr. Reese and the director happy.

I could go on about more of the happenings on the set, behind the scenes. I could even list a few things I learned out there, in the field. But I already wrote all of those things down in my scientific journal. This one was given to me for keeping up the more personal and social breakthroughs. One's that I wished to keep and never forget. So in light of that ideal, (and because I'm trying to remember moments besides the one that happened on that stage today.) I have something else that I would like to not forget.

Like when the leading lady had gotten a little too mouthy with my baby. And may have earned a few new pin holes in her coat and costume. Courtesy of my zap-watch… enough holes to make a wardrobe malfunction occur. They had thirty replacements for each thing she wore, it wasn't all that dramatic. Chauncy and Logan had both noticed what I had been doing. Chauncy had even gifted me one of his rare high-fives for that.

So I received a promotion in that first day on set. As the "secret attitude adjuster" too, and all of Mr. Reese's fellow high rollers. Wanted their watch modified by me personally to do the same thing. But I had to warn, that it was very much a prototype. I was still working out the bugs on it for an actual patent. So we parted ways with the promise of when I had perfected this model. They would all be my first recipients of the perfected finished product. No matter how long perfecting it took, I'm pretty sure they got that in writing while I was in the executive booth.

When we wrapped production for the night, it was very late. I feel like this one day was a few days all run together. Most of the crew was staying in these teeny luxury cabins that were hidden by a mountain nearby. So they didn't ruin the Victorian timeline of the movie we were filming. A Team of snowmobiles were supposed to charter everyone to their cabins. And show up again tomorrow to bring us to this location again. As I was waiting for the mobiles to return, like I'd been told to.

I never expected Logan to pull up on a snowmobile wearing a motorcycle helmet. He flipped open his facemask and ask me, "What are you doing?"

I shrugged, "Waiting for transport."

"Why?" He shrugged back.

"Well, I wasn't planning on roughing it out here and your Dad told me to," I explained, "He said someone would know where I needed to go-"

"Yeah, me! He sent me, because you're bunking with me." He said before he hoped off of his mobile, popped open the seat and handed me a helmet. Then he told me to, "Hop on."

"I'm bunking with you?" I asked. "You and your dad?"

"No, Dad's got his own cabin and his current girlfriend just flew in, or rode in on a sled. It'll be just you and me… and believe me it's better that way. When my Dad's with one of his ladies and all gross. Not a pretty sight." Logan stated matter-a-factly.

"Just you and me?" I repeated.

"Yeah, why do you sound so shocked?" He asked as I was strapping on the helmet's strap under my chin. Logan had to help me because my fingers were not cooperating. In my defense it was freezing, my brain was more than frazzled and I couldn't look at what I was trying to fasten. It was under my face and it was dark out. Even with all of that white snow on the ground.

"This isn't the first time we've bunked together." He said tugging the strap tighter to my face.

"Well," I started, "My crew was just talking about the tiny little cabins they're all staying in. How nice they are, even if it's so cold here." I was trying so hard to will the blush from my face.

Logan nodded along with what I was saying before he got me. "And What? You think the executive producer's son is gonna be put up in one of those teeny things?"

"I guess I did since it's just you and not your dad," I smirked.

He set me straight, "It's not just me, it's you too and why do I get the sense you're nervous to be alone with me?"

"Beeecause…" I lowered my voice. So the guys I was working with wouldn't have another field day tomorrow teasing me about the producer's son. They'd already been merciless today, as it is. Even if it was totally teasing and not in a mean way. "... Because things haven't exactly been ideal between us lately and now we're sharing a cabin? Near the North Pole, practically the middle of nowhere?"

"Yeah," He answered matching my volume. "But it's like I told you before, that wasn't because of anything going wrong between us. That was just me dealing with Vince, I know he's supposed to be our friend now and all but that was about him. Not us."

"Are you sure that's all that's going on?" I cornered him. This was my first chance to try and I took it before it passed me by.

"Yes." He affirmed, "What else could it be?" He asked as if any other conclusion was perfectly out of the question.

"I don't know, Logan." I confirmed right back, "That's why I'm asking you."

"Is this because he bid first?" Logan asked me with an edge I didn't understand in his voice. If I didn't know any better I could have sworn he was jealous… of Vince? Who's clearly dead gone on Lola, bidding on me out of sympathy?

"What are you talking about?" I asked him in an even lower register.

"At the Auction today," he reminded me, "Vince. He was the first one to bid? Why do you think that is?"

"Because I've counted him as a friend for more a week now and he saw I was in trouble." I rationalized, before reminding him, "James and Michael were right behind him, along with a few of the guys I dated when Lisa, Lola and Zoey were all matching me up left and right."

"Yeah, but why was Vince first?" Logan maintained.

"I don't know, baby. Can we please have this conversation somewhere… warmer? My teeth have chattered so much I'm afraid I've chipped a tooth."

"Yikes!" He reacted, "Yeah, let's take this back to our place."

"Okay," I sighed a little relieved. Even if the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach picked up momentum when he'd referred to it as 'our' place.

Which made Logan ask, "Why do you sound so relieved?"

"Because I'm cold!" I freaked, "Can we please save this for an area where I'm not surrounded in snow, ice and crew members I gotta see tomorrow?" Some of the guys still waiting for a ride "Whoo"ed and "Oh-la-la"ed. Just to let us know they'd been listening. Logan climbed back on his ride and barked, "Then get on, let's go."

"Okay," I said as I kicked my leg over the mobile and climbed on the seat behind him.

He warned me, "You're gonna wanna hold on."

I held on to the seat, behind me. He laughed, "I think you'll feel better holding on to me."

"I'll feel better or you will?" I asked knowingly.

"All right," he said flipping closed his visor. "Suit yourself!" He took off at a speed that had me squealing and quickly readjusting to grab on to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and clutched my elbows tightly. It wasn't a terribly long distance to our destination. But with all of the snow and ice surrounding us. I was really glad that we didn't have to walk it. And that these helmets had facemasks from the cold.

The place we were staying was bigger than I'd expected and next door to his father's. They were all wooden buildings tucked away on the other side of a mountain. Peeking out of a thick blanket of snow. I can see why Logan had a snowmobile, it was just more practical up here.

When he pulled our mode of transportation into the garage beside our cabin [or really it was more of a teeny carport]. I unlocked my hands and let Logan go, the moment I could look him in the face, he shot me this look I couldn't read. So I asked him sheepishly. "Was I squeezing you too tight?"

"No." He said simply as he helped me out of my helmet.

"Are you still mad about Vince bidding first?"

"No." He said rather shortly for someone who's not mad.

"Then why do you seem so mad?" I inquired and he stored both helmets in a compartment under the seat. He slammed the seat down so that the compartment locked and in one fluid movement trapped me against the wall.

"I hated it when the ride was over and you let go." He clarified before he ungloved his hand and put on the side of my face. "Geeze you're cold."

I ungloved a hand and did the same to his face. "You're not much better, and you're hair's in a funny shape from your goggles and hat."

"I didn't get a chance to thank you." He said, genuinely. "Thank you for coming with me, for helping my Dad when he's hurt and… you know. For being so cool about my side of things at the auction."

"Your side?" I asked, as my mind was just getting more muddled by the minute. In that little bubble we'd created.

"Yeah," he encouraged. "Gretta Getts won… a kiss from me… and you were mad. You tried to hide it… you wouldn't admit it… but you were really mad. Even so you helped me outta that kiss early. Then when I won a kiss from you, you tried to warn me... you tried to play it safe... I was the one who didn't let you... and when I kissed you for real, you gave me back even better than I gave you. Then you came with us… and helped us out. I just wanted… to say… thank you." In all of the pauses he was snuggling me into that wall. His warmth, his tone of voice, all of it was criminal. Should have been illegal pulling moves like that.

By the end of his statement, we were practically kissing when Chauncy could be heard calling to us. "Both of you run along and get inside. You'll catch your deaths if you're out in this cold much longer."

I couldn't help it, Logan's face was so angry, so adorable. I laughed right in his face as he called back to his butler, "THANK-YOU-CHANCEY! WE-CAN-ALLLLLL-WAYS-COUNT-ON-YOU, CAN'T-WE?"

As we came out of the little carport beside our cabin, and into sight. Chauncy warned us as we were walking up the stairs that led to our shared space. "Professor Pensky, Master Logan, your father has instructed me to check on your cabin ever so often. He's informed most of the staff to do the same when they're nearby. I realize that the professor might be far too smart for tomfoolery. But the Master and myself have less hope in Master Logan's case."

"Why is everybody saying that today?" I heard Logan asking the sky rhetorically.

"We are teenagers and they know we're dating." I tried to help him see their logic.

Logan wasn't in an understanding mood, "Yeah! But I've never brought home a girl and called her my girlfriend before you. Dad's probably hooking up with his current girlfriend as we speak."

I tried again, "Your Dad is an adult, even when you are an adult yourself. It's unlikely for Mr. Reese to be able to see you that way. I think it's nice-"

"Nice?" He asked when he finally got our front door open. "What the hell's so nice about pestering us to death? Worrying about stuff they shouldn't even be worried about?"

"At least he cares about you enough to worry," I had to point out.

As he was walking into the door, he bit out at me. "Don't be on their side."

I walked in and was still talking while we were taking off our top layers and kicking off our boots. "Listen, I love my parents but even they had a tendency to be so wrapped up in their own little world. They barely notice anything really going on with me. They don't worry about me, even when I'm home. My mom will start to get cabin fever and end up on the otherside of the globe. Then my father has to go get her, or she'll never come back. It's like once she starts traveling she won't stop. I called her today before the auction remember how I'd said she was in Korea? Today she's in Taiwan, she left my dad in Hong Kong-"

"Did they fight?" Logan asked pulling off one of his extra sweatshirts over his misshaped-looking head. A peek at his abs was visible for a second. And I paused before I realized it and adverted my eyes.

"No, she just really wanted some authentic Thia food." Those had been my mother's words exactly this morning.

"Weird." Logan agreed. And I tried to look him in the eyes, but I still glanced at his abs.

"It's no different when I'm home. When I'm just down the hall, they don't worry about me. They never really have, not like they should. As annoying as it may seem to you, the way your dad sees you and protects you. It's a gift, you don't see how fortunate you are."

Then I stepped out of the entryway we'd both been dressing down in. I was now only wearing my first layer of clothes. The same ones I'd worn at school today, and promised myself I was changing into warmer things the moment I reached my bag. I looked at the rest of the place. It was huge! I think my whole house alone could have fit in the living room. It was all wood paneling and heavy wooden accents. The window covering weren't as decorative as they were functional, blocking out the cold. There was a lit fireplace, dinner on the table. Huge fluffy couches, chairs and small shelves loaded with books. It was cozy and homey. A maid was wrapping us in warm blankets, that felt fresh from a dryer.

She showed us our rooms, we both had our own bathrooms so we could warm up before we ate. She said if we needed anything else to just give her a ring and showed us just how to do that using a phone plugged into a landline. Before she excused herself for the night. Leaving Logan and me perfectly alone in the place only primarily lit by the firelight. The only sound was the crackling log as it burned and the pounding of my heart. As I started to think of the way Logan had last been acting when we were alone. My heart started to pound louder and faster.

Logan came up right behind me and cleared his throat before he asked, "Um, do you wanna go warm up first and meet back here? Or do you wanna eat first and then get changed for bed? Ho-How do you wanna do this?"

"Uh," I started out brilliantly. "Why don't we both warm up, change into warm jammies and meet up back here for dinner?" I asked, noticing our meal was covered in metal covers that would keep it warm that long for sure.

Logan nodded, "Yeah, okay. I'll see you in a few then."

"Yeah, uh-huh, bye." I waved as I rushed for my door and was about to open it and rush inside. But something was stopping me. Something was keeping me here, some invisible force. Pulled me back to the very spot I'd just vacated and I called out, "Logan!"

"Wha? What?" He asked rushing back to spot he'd just vacated.

"I-I" I tried to begin but I couldn't seem to verbalize what I'd wanted to say. I must have said something to him with my eyes, because as my hands smoothed over the collar of his shirt, and our eyes locked. I felt his hands on my back before he pulled me into a deep long kiss. My arms went around his neck and he was squeezing me so tightly. I could suddenly understand why he'd been so miffed when I let him go earlier. He must have been storing that kiss up more than just today. Because usually, I feel it in my toes. But this kiss, this one went somehow beyond all of that. It was like an out-of-body experience. And I felt him lift me up and take me over to the couch closest to the fireplace.

He said between kisses, "If we're… doing this… now… It's warmer here."

"Mmm-hmm," I agreed and continued to kiss him for as long as I could before the lack of oxygen made us stop. Then and only then did we stop, and by then we were both laying on the couch.

He leaned his forehead against mine and just breathed in and out for a long time. When he could speak again he shared, "I've… been w-wanting… t-to do that… all day. And as great as that kiss was on stage. I was holding back."

"I'm getting that." I laughed. "I thought it was just me-"

"Why would you think that?" He didn't even let me get the full statement out.

"Things have just been so weird lately." I reasoned.

Logan rationalized right back, "Not that weird."

"I don't know," I shared, "I feel like that could be argued."

"Not tonight, let's hash that out when we have to argue again to keep this secret." Logan bargained and I had to agree. Not just because that plan had merit, and he was kissing my hand like I was a princess when he said this. Also because my teeth were starting to chatter again. Even though we were seated next to a BIG warm fire. There are only so many times a body can be warmed even with a hot fire before it needed the regularity of a hot shower. So I agreed to this plot and we parted only to do that. Warm up and change into our warmer jammies before dinner. I hadn't been expecting a fireside dinner in the middle of nowhere, with my guy. But now I feel like nothing could have pleased me more.

That's all for now folks!

But don't fret, I will return with Chapter 15 tomorrow. The next chapter will be exclusively from Logan's Perspective and I'm back! Officially! Yay! Hope this is reaching everyone well. Please review if you can, I would really love to hear from you. God bless anyone reading these words right now and hope you're having a great day! Till next time! Take Care and Much Love!

~DarcyBeDippy85