A/N: Hey, thanks for the reviews, guys! Sorry it took me so long to update—I get a little obsessive over making sure I've got Logan's voice down right (I'm still not completely sure I've got it, but I'm working on it). This first bit is really just more introduction, but we'll get to the good stuff later, I promise! I've actually got a lot planned out…it's going to be a busy senior year!
Review, please, and enjoy!
EDIT: Here's your random/weird fact of the day: Apparently parantheses are not allowed in summaries of stories here on . Apparently, asterisks are not in use either, even within the stories. And apparently, if you want to type "OMG!" with more than two exclamation points (like I tried to do with the OMG located in the story below), it will reduce it down to two ! for no charge!
How wonderful, eh?
In about two seconds flat I was off the ground and kissing her.
I vaguely heard Chase and Michael grumble something about getting a room. I wanted to tell them that, technically, this was my room, but then I would have had to stop kissing Quinn. And let me tell you, her lips tasted even better than I had remembered. The two-and-a-half month wait had definitely been worth it.
By the time we came up for air, Chase and Michael had left the room, groaning something about their eyes hurting.
"Hello to you too," Quinn laughed, a little breathless.
"I missed you," I told her, glad my roommates had left (I hardly needed to give them more reasons to make fun of me).
"Aw," she said, and gave me a hug before pulling away. She walked over to the single bed (mine this year—ha) and sat down. I sat next to her. It had been so long since I'd seen her in person; video chats didn't count. She was, if possible, even prettier than she had been at the end of last year. Which is one of the reasons we make such a good couple: she's the prettiest girl I know, and I'm probably the best-looking guy on the planet.
"So," she said, drawing her knees up to her chest so her heels rested just on the edge of the bed. "How was your summer?"
"Fine," I said. "Basically the same stuff I told you—surfing, lifting weights, surfing, hanging out on the film set of this new movie my dad's producing, surfing…"
She laughed a little. "I can tell," she said. "I didn't even think it was possible for you to get any tanner, but you've proven me wrong." She placed her hand on my arm, and the contrast of pale and dark was pretty huge.
"Can you tell about the weight training, too?" I said, smirking. She just rolled her eyes and smiled.
"So what'd you do this summer?" I asked, hungry for details. Sure, we'd emailed and texted and called each other all summer, but it really wasn't the same as seeing her every day like I did the rest of the school year.
"Oh, you know, the usual…walked the dog, went to the beach when it wasn't raining, took a college science course with NASA to count as my science credit for this year…"
"Yeah, that's what I usually do over my summers, too," said a familiar voice. Quinn and I looked at the door to find Lola standing there, grinning.
"Hey," I said, even though I'd already seen her before that day, when I first arrived back at PCA.
"Hey," she said. "We're all hanging out in our dorm—I'm supposed to come get you guys." It was obvious she didn't exactly appreciate having to walk all the way over here to get us, and I didn't really get why she did walk.
"Why didn't you just call?" I asked, standing up. Quinn swung her legs down off the bed and stood up, too.
"Because," Lola said, rolling her eyes. "Your dorm phone's obviously not hooked up yet, Quinn left her cell back in our room, and you get a new phone every month, so the number I have is way outdated."
I shrugged. She had a point.
"Just come on," Lola said. She turned and walked out of the doorway. We followed, and I closed the door behind us.
"So," said Lola. "You took a science class with NASA?"
"Yeah," Quinn said. "It counts as my science credit for this year, so I don't have to take a science class at PCA."
"All the classes here just too easy for you?" I teased.
"Well, that, and I've already taken all of them, anyway," Quinn said. Lola laughed. It was pretty impressive, in a geeky way, to have taken all of the school's twelve science courses before senior year. Who knew I would come to find geekiness so cute?
"So you're not taking any science class at all this year?"
"No," Quinn said, and for some reason she was smirking. "But I will be teaching one, sort of."
"What?" Lola asked, sounding as surprised as I felt. "You're teaching a class?"
"Well, assistant teaching. Mr. Smith wanted to know if I would help out with his Physics class for more credit, and I said sure."
"Mr. Smith?" We were outside now, walking beneath the warm sun across campus. I stopped dead in my tracks. "What period?"
"Fifth," Quinn said, giving me a questioning glance. "Why?"
I groaned inwardly (but not out loud, because I didn't want to make her mad—she was wearing her zapwatch). "I have Mr. Smith for Physics fifth period."
Quinn looked surprised and a bit amused. Lola burst out laughing.
"Ha!" she said. "You're going to get taught by your own girlfriend!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said, starting to walk again. "As long as I don't have to call you Miss Pensky."
"That's what you get for not taking it last year with the rest of us," Quinn said, grinning cheekily at me.
"Wait—Lola didn't take it last year either," I said.
"Yeah, but I have it with Ms. Lowe. Who isn't infamous for making half the students in class die of boredom."
"Oh, come on. Mr. Smith isn't that bad—he took our class on a rollercoaster last year, remember?" Quinn defended him.
"Yeah, after you suggested it."
"Did you say you had a dog?"
"What?" This time Quinn stopped walking, and blinked at me in confusion.
"Where did that come from?" Lola asked.
"Quinn was telling me what she did this summer, and she said she walked the dog. I didn't know you had a dog," I explained. Honestly, they didn't need to be giving me such weird looks. A thought popped into my head so I said it. Yeesh.
"Well, you sure pick up on things quickly," Lola said sarcastically. Quinn just sighed.
"Yes, I have a dog," she said. "My parents got him after Otis died, because they wanted a new pet, but something they could actually bring in the house."
"Otis died?" I repeated. This was news to me.
"Some boyfriend you are," snorted Lola. She was being unnaturally mean today, but that was probably because—well, okay, I didn't know why. Probably some girl thing. Maybe she was PMSing (not that I'd ever suggest that to her as the reason for her mood. She'd probably kill me with a spork).
"He died about a year ago," Quinn told me. "Which was before we started going out," she said pointedly to Lola. Lola just waved her hand dismissively.
"Are we going to get there before my fortieth birthday or what?" she said.
She was no more than five minutes closer to her eighteenth when we arrived at room 101. It was the exact same room the girls had stayed in last year, in the same building, but it looked a lot different, because none of the posters or wall decorations or whatever were up yet—just three beds and a lot of suitcases.
The rest of our friends were already seated throughout the room, which was apparently The Place to flee when I was kissing Quinn, as evidenced by Michael and Chase lounging on the single bed. Zoey wasn't actually seated, but instead unpacking her stuff with the enthusiasm of a criminal sentenced to public service (she had a lot of clothes to unpack).
"Hey guys," Lola greeted everyone. The three of us crossed the room and sat on the bottom bunk. "What are we talking about?"
"Well, Chase here was just regaling us all with tales of his amazing Maui adventure with Zoey," Michael said with a lot of obviously faked interest in his voice. "So far, we've made it to day two, in which we hear the oh-so-exciting tale of Zoey and Chase's romantic walk on the beach, holding hands while the water lapped at their toes and the setting sun cast a brilliant pink glow over the world—" Michael's monologue was cut off by Chase whacking him in the face with a pillow. I laughed.
"If you don't want to hear it, fine," Chase said pouting (yes, the boy actually pouts). "And I guess I won't tell you about all the cool celebrities we met either…"
"Ooh, celebrities!" Lola said, bouncing a little in her seat on the bed. "Tell me, tell me!"
"I'll tell you all about them later," Zoey assured her. "It was amazing."
"Yeah, like when we met Brad Pitt," Chase said, causing Lola to squeal in delight.
"And he told you you needed to hit the gym!" Zoey giggled. We all cracked up at that—I, for one, never planned to let Chase forget it now that I knew. Chase flung the pillow he'd used to hit Michael across the room at my head, but I caught it and grinned at him.
"Lift some weights, your throws will get better," I advised.
"Well," Chase said, obviously trying to regain some dignity. "What about when Rudolph Lauren heard you talk about how much you hated his new fall line?"
Zoey put her hands on her hips and turned to face Chase, turning a faint shade of pink. "Okay, one, it's Ralph Lauren. Two, it was hideous! I had every right to criticize."
"Still, you didn't get much of a tip that night…"
"Okay, moving on," Quinn said, interrupting the brewing argument (which Zoey would clearly have won anyways, as Chase is so stunned to have gotten her at last he's ridiculously paranoid at saying or doing anything that might cause him to lose her). "How was your summer, Michael?"
"It was great!" he enthused (okay, quick explanation: Quinn made me read the dictionary last year to prepare for our SATs. It was torture. Now I know all these words that I never wanted to, and I can't stop using them!). "I spent most of it with my grandma, helping her in the garden, the kitchen…she makes the most amazing chocolate chip cookies, you have no idea."
"So," I said. "I spent the summer surfing, Quinn took some genius class with NASA, Lola got signed by an acting agency, Zoey and Chase met celebrities in Hawaii, and you made cookies with your grandma."
Another pillow came flying at my head, but I managed to block it, too.
"Did I tell you guys?" Lola said, excited by the mention of her big summer achievement, which we had received news of back in July, by way of an email with a subject line that said "OMG!" and the body of which was in all caps and fifty-point type. "I'm going to an audition next week."
"That's great!" Zoey said. "What's it for?"
"A football commercial. I'm auditioning for the part of Crazed Female Fan."
"You know nothing about football," I pointed out.
"But she's got the crazed female part down!" Michael said, then ducked as yet another pillow sailed across the room.
"Vince is going to teach me," Lola sniffed. "Which reminds me—I should probably go. I promised I'd stop by his room later. Hey, do you guys know who he's rooming with?"
We all shrugged or shook our heads.
"No idea," Quinn said. "Who?"
"James!" said Lola.
"Really?" Zoey exclaimed. "Wow, that's great! We'll be able to see him all the time now."
I glanced over at Chase, whose face was carefully impassive (darn dictionary…). I knew he didn't like James much. James was a great guy, and the rest of us were all still friends with him—Zoey especially—but Chase just couldn't get over the fact that he'd dated Zoey while Chase was in England. I mean, way to hold a grudge.
"Well, if you're going," Michael said, either oblivious to the tension or choosing to ignore it, "we should probably go too. We have an entertainment system to set up."
"Oh, I got that covered," I said, standing. "I'm paying Firewire to do it."
"Sweet," Michael said. "I hope he's done. I got this great new racing game that I want to try out."
"Sounds good," Chase said, also standing up. "Shall we?"
"We shall," Michael said. "After you, dear sir."
"Not at all, my good chap. After you."
I rolled my eyes at their stupidity. Chase had come back from England with a slight accent, and people still teased him about it, though it had faded within a couple weeks. So I was probably going to have to put up with a lot of exaggerated British accents this year.
"Quinn, will you help me unpack this stuff?" Zoey asked, gesturing to her various suitcases. Quinn nodded and went to unzip a large duffel bag.
"Well, see ya later," I said, following Lola, Michael and Chase out the door. Quinn looked up and gave me a little smile and a wave. I winked at her.
It was good to be back.