Disclaimer: If I owned Zoey 101 which I do not, Logan and Quinn would have been the main focus of the show oh and Chase and Michael!

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who celebrates it, I hope you are surrounded with good food and all of your family you adore and friends!

Special Dedication: To My Fam, My Best Friend, & My Co-Writer Of This Adventure Gil! Three cheers for you for being an all around good guy! (We're not talking about Chucky) but we are celebrating you this week/weekend because a birthday is a momentous occasion of life and you have a motto that states to enjoy every moment of it so that's exactly what I want you to do, enjoy your day and don't you worry I'll keep an eye on Chucky to make sure he doesn't crash the party, I'd say you rock but that sounds like something more up Mark's alley so I'll use what Logan would say and say you're awesome!

Nina: Happy Halloween again, I hope you were able to enjoy it and it brought you all the spooky vibes imaginable, I'm truly sorry to hear that the month wasn't what you had anticipated but I hope it was still able to bring you some moments to cherish. No one really decorates in my neighborhood either I don't know if that helps any but, we're almost the only house that puts up some sort of décor outside of our home, but when Christmas rolls around they all decorate every last one of them and I just don't get it!

I mean why not decorate for both? We barely get any trick or treaters either which is a huge bummer because I love dressing up and passing out candy, I was Wednesday Addams this year! I also abhor the cold weather with a passion I guess it's a good thing that I don't deal with it too often. To be completely honest with you I hadn't watched not one Halloween movie this year.

And I always do especially around October, I suppose with the personal struggles I was going through earlier this year I hadn't really considered taking the time to watch much of anything really. So that's about the summary of my October.

Hopefully November will bring you some much needed relaxation and no stress, I'm manifesting it for you! So glad to hear that Gil and I exceeded your expectations, even if that did involve Mark being Mark!

I really don't understand why no one besides you, me, and a select handful of others have really noticed how passive-aggressive Mark can be in his mannerisms and tones it truly baffles me that they don't find his behavior the slightest bit concerning.

He truthfully doesn't care about Quinn not in the slightest amount but it would ruin him to know she could be happier with someone like Logan Reese that would be a blow to his ego! He's truly ready to move on to his next "fling" as he calls it apparently Mark doesn't do relationships.

I sort of think he's only with Quinn to piss off Logan and to make her unobtainable because he knows loyalty means everything to her and you're right in saying she won't leave him but he would absolutely leave her in a heartbeat!

I believe he assumes his reward is getting to be around other girls even though he knows and realizes how uncomfortable it makes Quinn, he frankly doesn't give a damn, never has and never will. He was too nonchalant about his last ex-girlfriend Courtney, and couldn't even be bothered to get his then current girlfriends name correct, his efforts were pitiful.

I didn't like how any of the crew acted towards her except Michael seemed to be pretty respectful for the most part of it, and Logan even though he made his mistakes, showed her more love and care than Mark ever did in the entire time he was with her.

I do remember the comment you're referencing though I only remember that episode vaguely it's not my favorite episode to be honest. But, I didn't really care for Chase's comment about her either I found it a bit rude and slightly inconsiderate.

Lola and Zoey both had made disparaging comments about Quinn being their new roommate behind her back and I didn't care for that either.

My theory is that maybe Lola got to know Quinn better over time and realized she misjudged her at least that's what I hoped, even though she should have never judged her at all. There was a scene they had cut, in what episode if you don't mind me asking?

I wouldn't call it a rant but no worries, I enjoy these discussions feel free to write in any time! I'm glad that you agree with my theory that if it was someone else Logan would have pushed them away because he was and still is so locked in and dedicated on his and Quinn's relationship he would do anything to keep it!

I feel like Quinn has always been more self aware than the show portrayed her to be although she was somewhat in denial about it as well because she refuses to confront her own emotions, I'll bet if she had any inkling that Logan liked her even the slightest bit it would have been the push she needed to leave Mark!

Plenty more shenanigans on the way, thanks so much for writing in again and see you in the next chapter!

Chapter 5: The Adventures Of The HarleQuinns

Quinn's POV: As the sun was rising, I stealthily slipped out of Logan's arms to finish packing my duffel bag and knapsack before quickly and quietly sneaking back into his dorm room undetected or so I thought until I felt a strong familiar muscular pair of hands wrap around my lower torso it took all my willpower not to just blush on the spot.

He had me cornered and he knew it as his lips curved upwards into his signature Reese smirk that I adored. Mark and I seemed to be distancing ourselves from one another, as we drifted further apart, he was occupied with anything else other than me.

My texts went unanswered for days or maybe he had gotten them and had just chosen to ignore them on purpose. I couldn't be too sure since the last interaction we had was less than pleasant, not to say that Logan was completely innocent in this matter. His track record for upsetting me wasn't completely spotless but at-least he actually was sorry.

And things between us are better than ever you could say that Logan had turned over a new leaf, & I've started to realize that maybe I judged him too harshly beneath that rough playboy exterior was a far more superior interior side that no one really knows about.

And for some reason he has decided to share his more vulnerable side with me and spending all of these moments alone, together, what I'm feeling it can't possibly be love can it? Of course not that's completely irrational! I've never been in love before with anyone and why on Earth would I be in love with someone like Logan Reese?

Who's known as the campus playboy. Although he hasn't been spending any of his free time chasing around trollops in tank tops lately and that's really peculiar considering that seems to be his favorite extracurricular activity besides obsessing over himself in the mirror.

I still felt his hands caressing around my lower torso near my hips as I was contemplating the thoughts permeating my inner sanctum. He leaned over my shoulder frowning as he glanced over at the screen illuminating in my hands. "It's about Mark isn't it?"

He inquired. I sighed taking a few slow deep breaths in and out. "He's been ignoring me lately, every message I've sent goes unanswered. I blinked back the teardrops threatening to cascade across my cheekbones before failing miserably as the teardrops cascaded down my face regardless. I felt him envelop me into a warm embrace. "Shh, It's gonna be okay I've got you Pensky." He reiterated towards me softly stroking my brunette curls with his fingertips.

Logan's POV: That bastard oh boy was he going to pay for what he'd done when I got through with him! Anger management be damned, he hurt Quinn and no one hurts the woman I love! Yeah, I said it again I love Quinn Pensky! And as much as I've tried to push my feelings for her away they've only intensified the more time I've spent in her presence and soon she won't need him anymore, she'll have me, she'll love me.

And I'll never hurt her the same way he did. I'll learn to be patient and understanding because she doesn't deserve to be talked down to. I'll choose my words more carefully as not to upset her. I'll consider getting a therapist to try and help me transform into the person I know I can be.

She's changing me everyday, she's challenging me to open up my heart and I know I'll never be the same person again. I'm evolving and bettering myself, It's all because of her. I gingerly took her phone out of her hands, storing it in my pocket hearing a slight clicking sound.

I ignored it assuming it was just Quinn's lock screen shutting off. I gently guided her chin upwards towards me pushing the thoughts of kissing her senseless in the filing cabinet, SpongeBob is so smart! I tentatively allowed myself to softly caress her cheekbones, gazing deeply into her eyes. I saw hurt, I saw pain and if given the opportunity to do so at this very moment I'd clock Mark right in his rocks!

She wouldn't stop sobbing and my heart was aching hearing her whine in agony. I was slowly crumbling into pieces as my adrenaline rush kicked in sending my cerebral cortex into overdrive. I was no longer capable of making rational decisions, every part of my brain was spinning as I was experiencing an unpleasant sensory overload.

Mark's POV: As I'd just finished my studying session with Brooke Margolin, a voice echoed throughout my dorm room albeit one I knew a bit too well. It was Reese and he was talking to my girlfriend, no doubt trying to put the moves on her while I was away.

I pondered for a moment why I should actually care and then I remembered how much I hated him. I could have whoever I wanted it was more acceptable in society for a guy to be known as a player. But, for a girl it was the opposite it meant she was a total skank. I pressed the phone to my ear, listening in closely as he was no doubt consoling my girlfriend.

Well someone had to do it, and it most certainly wouldn't be me.

Don't get me wrong he'd probably be a better match for her, but I have this alpha male complex that has to be fulfilled at whatever cost is necessary even if it means sacrificing Quinn's happiness for my own. I never actually meant to get into a semi-serious arrangement but Quinn is easy and dating her makes me look like less of a jerk.

I don't actually want to be with her it's just convenient and familiar. I almost blew my cover about two weeks ago, I'll have to be more cautious if I want to keep sneaking around with Brooke. Maybe I'll do something nice for Quinn so she won't get suspicious, her favorite flower is Carnations right? Or is that Brooke's? I can't really remember honestly it's all a blur at this point.

Logan's POV: My heart was shattered the girl I love is sobbing over an idiot who doesn't even deserve her! I picked her up carefully and skillfully as I wrapped my arms around her, beginning a tickle war between us. There was that laughter I had been missing her laugh was so pure that my heart swelled in adoration. How could I have missed out on moments like these for such a long time?

I had pondered if both of our lives would have been different if we had been childhood best friends. Maybe I never would have called her a spaz because I would have noticed the impact it had earlier on.

I'd bet we would have hung out everyday and I would have teased her relentlessly.

I could have helped her with her science experiments since my grandfather practically bred Chemistry into my bones. Maybe I'll ask her what the rest of her childhood was like, I only know bits and pieces of what she's shared. I wonder how she fell in love with science? What made her decide to join PCA? And how long she's had Otis her alpaca?

I wonder if she's always had those glasses that frame her beautiful eyes? Perhaps I'll ask her sometime, maybe on this trip.

I was shaken out of my reverie as Quinn emerged from the bathroom a short while later, I mean first of all she snuck into the guys restroom to spruce herself up and went practically undetected. And secondly she looked hot.

I mean like supermodel status hot, she's always been beautiful but today she was effortlessly sexy. "See something you like Reese?" She inquired walking towards me, jutting out her hip. Stop it Logan she's just a friend, a friend who's very female now isn't the time. I rolled my eyes after taking a moment to compose myself. "Touché Pensky!"

I grabbed my own duffel bag filling it to the brim with necessities that would be needed during the trip, as well as slipping the bracelet I had gotten her in an inconspicuous side pocket. I quickly grabbed my knapsack next, filling it to the seams and tugging tightly to get the zipper pulled up. Finally, I loaded up the cooler with a mixture of Blix's of assorted flavors, sandwiches, a custom sushi platter from Sushi Rox and some grapes for good measure.

She pocketed my phone and I didn't mind at all, I had nothing inherently bad to hide from her besides the fact that if she scrolled through my contacts the name listed under her contact was Quinnderella Pensky, a nickname that Lola's boyfriend Vince had given her that I wish I had thought of at the time. A few contacts that were random hot chicks around campus that I'd thought about making plans with but just couldn't get Quinn off my mind long enough to do so, I'll delete those later.

And a love letter confessing my feelings towards her, picking up one of those dictionaries is one of the best decision I had ever made, okay okay well it's the best decision she'd ever suggested. As she slid the key into the lock of room 101, I trailed behind her grabbing her duffel bag and knapsack off the floor, slinging it over my left shoulder before loading up my Chevy Corvette Stingray with her camping necessities.

As I re-entered the room I noticed Quinn petting her hairy little baby Herman the tarantula. I outstretched my hands as if to make a peace offering with the spider.

If Quinn and I were going to be in a relationship then I had to accept all of her children no matter how hairy or slimy or smelly that they may be. I wanted to make the effort to show her I could adapt towards their presence and that I could love them just as much as she does.

She was hesitant about being away from Herman but gently guided the tarantula into my palm, I was officially holding her hairy little baby or as I liked to call them creepy crawlies. "Hey, there buddy you remember me?" I inquired, patting the tarantulas fur lightly. The tarantula Herman made little pitter patter sounds with his long hairy legs.

As Quinn leaned over my shoulder reacting to how Herman was responding to me. I felt like we had just formed a more intimate connection. As Herman continued stomping happily with his little furry legs between my palm.

Quinn grinned with nothing but pure elation. "I think he likes you Logan."

So this is what being a parent feels like no matter how hairy or slimy or smelly that your children are, you still love them regardless. I was initially afraid of Herman because we hadn't bonded but now that we had broken that barrier I wanted to spoil him with my kindness and my finances.

I gently guided the tarantula back into it's enclosure making a mental note to pick up some specialty items later on that would help Herman maintain a comfortable standard of living. I gestured over towards a photo of a then Quinn and Marvin her pet snake.

I felt her head gently fall into the crook of my neck as I ran one hand through her soft curls using all the strength I had to envelop her into a warm embrace patting soothing circles against her back.

I tilted up her chin, gazing deeply into her eyes. I wanted to convey every emotion I was experiencing as I gently brushed her tears away with my thumb. There didn't need to be any words spoken between us as the silence permeated the air between us.

I pressed a tender kiss to her forehead as the tears quickly cascaded down my face. We both knew that Marvin was gone, he had passed away shortly after Quinn's birthday.

Logan's Flashback POV: I had just finished my breakfast off of campus, before spotting a sporty little brunette sobbing underneath the strong arms of the withered oak tree, she had a gorgeous set of legs, maybe I could be her next rebound I thought! As I casually strolled towards the mysterious brunette gearing myself up for another hot date.

I flashed my signature Reese smirk towards her as I leaned over casually draping my arm across her shoulder. The mysterious brunette swallowed hard, choking back her sobs before I realized I was face to face with my secret crush Quinn Pensky.

I had a reputation to uphold but that didn't mean I had to be a complete a**hole towards her. "What's your problem?" I had inquired a bit harsher than I had intended.

She glanced over at my arm draped over her shoulder before speaking. "Nothing Logan." I pleaded with her, gazing into her eyes sincerely. "C'mon talk to me." She wiped a few stray tears that threatened to protrude down her cheeks.

"Marvin, h-he passed away, unexpectedly." I rubbed her shoulder, keeping my touch featherlight. "Was he like your uncle or something?" I inquired genuinely curious about who Marvin was. She pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. "He was a Squamata." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, slightly puzzled by her description of Marvin. "Huh?" She rolled her eyes in annoyance as a few more tears protruded down her cheeks. "Marvin, was my snake Logan."

She choked back a few more sobs, as the teardrops continued to cascade down her cheeks. Seeing her cry made my heart clench, I gently brushed her teardrops away with my thumb. As my own tear drops followed shortly after. I abruptly removed my arm from his shoulder, slinging my backpack over my shoulder, glancing back at her one last time before blinking back my own tears and taking off like the coward I was.

Logan's POV: But, not this time I wasn't going to take off again. I wasn't going to leave her by herself and I never should have while she was grieving over Marvin. I patted her back gently as she sobbed into my t-shirt. Yeah I finally decided to wear a shirt, with actual sleeves! "H-he meant everything to me, he was my best friend, why did he have to leave me?" She inquired as more of her tears soaked into my shirt.

I cautiously decided whether or not I'd get smacked or even worse nerve pinched, ultimately deciding the risk would be worth it if it cheered her up. I kept my touch soft and light, gently guiding my hand towards the location of where her heart is. "He didn't leave you Quinn, he's always here in your heart."

What I didn't anticipate was that she would reciprocate the same touch, I tried to look away as my pulse quickened beneath her fingertips. I could feel her heartbeat hammering against her chest as I could hear my own heartbeat hammering in my ears. Focused on the task at hand I had forced myself to push the thoughts of spontaneously leaning over and kissing her out of my mind.

Instead I opted to cup her cheek my breathing becoming shaky as I hesitated to formulate words, choking out my next statement. "Y-Your beautiful Quinn." I acknowledged gazing deeply into her eyes allowing myself to feel every emotion that I never even knew I was capable of feeling as she tore away from my gaze.

Was this what it felt like to be rejected by someone you deeply love? I pondered for a moment before turning my gaze back towards her.

She cupped my cheek, pressing her fingertips gently into my jawline, her hands despite working with chemicals were delicate and smooth. I caught myself leaning in towards her, our lips mere inches apart before hesitantly pulling back and giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

I grinned like a mad man as she trailed behind me leaving behind the PCA campus even if only temporarily, would give us the chance to examine our feelings towards each other. Without the judgement of other onlookers of the PCA student body. She strolled over towards my Chevy Corvette Stingray as I loaded up the rest of the car with my own luggage.

I opened the passenger door like a gentleman and slid into the front seat. I was going to sweep her off her feet and away from Mark Delfiggalo! I glanced at her, at this moment in this car we were just Logan and Quinn without the titles, without the judgement, embarking on an adventure together that would change both of our lives forever.

Could I really be that kind of guy? I pondered as I placed my hands loosely on the steering wheel. I've never been in a relationship serious or not in my life, casual that was the best way to describe things.

I took out random meaningless chicks on dates, all to hide the fact that I'm in love with our resident scientist and my best friend. And I didn't even realize it until that day at the basketball court, when I was forced to confront everything just by her being in my presence.

But, if were being completely transparent here I did know I was in love with her before that day. That was just the first time I chose to allow myself to feel. I tried to resist her, tried not to let her touch affect me. Tried to pretend to be someone deep down who I knew I wasn't.

Resorted to old habits from time to time just to guard the only thing I knew I had control over. Now, I'm not even sure if I have control over that anymore either. Who the hell am I? What the hell am I doing? What's this weird fluttering feeling that keeps bubbling up inside of my chest? I gripped the steering wheel so tightly I thought it was going to snap off into pieces.

Not even a mile down the road and I'm already losing it! I felt a hand on the steering wheel that wasn't my own, causing me to re-evaluate my surroundings and reel myself in.

How could Deldumbo not realize that this girl is perfect? Eyes focused on the road, I felt her gently slip her hand away from the steering wheel. We had a long drive ahead of us to Yosemite, because of the traffic jam, But I'd spend every minute I could cherishing the extra moments I had with Quinn. She was so content with being my passenger princess. Gazing out the window taking in her surroundings.

I made sure to pack a cooler full of both of our favorite snackable items for our journey ahead. I resisted the urge to hold her hand, keeping both of my hands tightly locked around the steering wheel. And my eyes focused on the pending traffic ahead as each vehicle slowly moved a few inches forward. I utilized the deep breathing techniques I'd learned in anger management to control my temper.

As each car moved slowly towards the center line it felt like we had been stuck in the same area for over half an hour when in all actuality it had only been about 15 minutes.

I glanced over again towards Quinn who was taking a swig of Raspberry Blix, I decided to follow suit with a Strawberry Blix. It would be good, I decided to keep myself occupied while being stuck in this car lane.

I turned the radio to an alternative rock radio station since we were going to be stuck here for a while myswell make the most of it. A song finally came on that both Quinn and I were very familiar with Limp Bizkits "Rollin" we began belting out the lyrics out together performing a duet.

I had no idea she was into alternative music, this woman just blows my mind figuratively and literally, it amazes me how much we have in common. Eventually the traffic began picking up, it had been a few hours now and we had been having a blast. As I glanced over into my rearview mirror I noticed a silver Chevy Impala trailing close behind. That couldn't be Mark could it?

No of course not, the guy may be an idiot but there's no way he would want to ruin Quinn's trip on purpose would he?

I think I'm going to use this trip to confess the feelings I've been harboring towards Quinn, since the moment I met her. For the first time in my lifetime I've finally realized the true meaning of love and it's because of Quinn Maria Pensky.