Author's Note: Hey, kids. It's my first Z101 story. I hope you like it. It took me about twenty minutes to write and it was a total spur-of-the-moment thing. If you didn't see the Spring Fling episode, then you'll have to use your imagination on this one. It's in Dana's Point of View, because first person is good stuff.

Disclaimer: Owning Zoey 101 would make me one rich girl…which I am not.

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I couldn't believe it when I found out that you were going to be my date to the Spring Fling. But, it wasn't for the reason that most people thought.

My disgusted reaction was just a well-acted mask, a cover-up, a façade. On the inside, I was somewhat nervous and, uncharacteristically, a bit giddy.

It wasn't as if I'd never gone out with a guy before or anything. I'd had my fair share of meaningless, mid-teen year relationships. But you were different. You wouldn't let me command you to get down on your knees and beg for my attention. Not that I've ever told someone to do that before. (Okay, so maybe I did. Once. But it wasn't premeditated, I swear.)

Anyway, on my way to the dance, I told myself that I would act as if I hated you. I knew I was being a fake, but I got caught up in the act; tied up in my own dissimilation of non-chalance. Even though it was just being stupid, I was going to act as if nothing were different than a normal, routine school day where you say something chauvanistic and I sneer at you hatefully.

Speaking of a routine day, I was wearing my usual color; black. I didn't know why I wore that color so much. Call it a reflection of my personality; call it a speculum of my outlook on life. Either way, it makes me out to be a dismal person, and either way, I don't give a crap.

So, I arrived at the dance, perfectly quaffed hair and clothes to accentuate my positive points. You were waiting outside the gym for me, looking sulky and out of place. And yet, you looked, really, sort of…cute.

"C'mon, let's get this over with, Logan," I spat out your name like it was poison on my glossed lips.

"You know you want me," You responded pompously, attempting to place your arm around my shoulders.

"Don't even think about it,"

You quickly retracted your hand and I bit back a laugh. For once, you had decided to listen to me.

We went uncomfortably into the tiki-themed room and proceeded to dance.

Uh…correction. You danced, I swayed. I had to keep up my act of hatred toward you so you wouldn't catch onto any of my (rather confusing) feelings.

By the end of the night, I had complained to Nicole about you and led you to believe I was going to make out with you. If I wasn't so insistent on masking my emotions, I probably would've done it, but, instead, I stomped on your foot and walked out of the the room, leaving the blaring music and colorful lights to crave my presence.

You followed me, limping slightly, saying that you had to walk me to my dorm because it was the proper, date-like thing to do.

Since when were you proper and date-like?

But, I sighed out a "fine," and allowed you to bring me to the door of my dorm.

"You can leave now," I said as we both stood in front of room 101.

"Y'know, if I really wanted to, I could've left you at that dance…did you think of that?"

You caught me off guard with that statement. I could feel my breath grow ragged, if only for a moment, and the carpeted hallway suddenly became very interesting, that is, until my normal, insulting persona returned.

"Aww, Logan! How uncharacteristically sweet of you!" I said, mock-pleasantly "Now leave!"

You shrugged and scoffed, stalking off down the hall. However, you looked back one last time as I was unlocking the door and, for a small minute, my façade was broken as I half-smiled and shook my head at you, earning me a smile in return.

I entered the dorm in jovial spirits, knowing that the next day, everything would be as per usual. Our little moment was just that; a moment. But it gave me a reason to believe that you could feel the same. And for right then, that was all I needed to keep my dancing flame of hope alive and animate.

Fin!

So…I hope you liked it. Reviews would be greatly appreciated. Dana/Logan coupling rocks my world! By the way, if you didn't catch on (and you'd have to be pretty dense not to have) the 'you' Dana was talking to was Logan…just in case you aren't that smart. LoL.

Elisha (XxRest-In-PiecesxX)