|Sitting in a Tree
Author: DeleaMarie PM
Four seasons in Quinn and Logan's relationship. Part Two: Winter Wonder... Prologue up!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance - Logan R. & Quinn P. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 6,204 - Reviews: 19 - Favs: 14 - Follows: 25 - Updated: 10-04-12 - Published: 12-10-11 - id: 7624923
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Wow, I bet you thought I'd NEVER update this thing...
Anywho, sorry for the... er... ten-month delay... I honestly never expected anyone to read this story, so I hadn't written anything else for it—just had a vague sort of notion of where it was going. But that's all in the past now, and so here, FINALLY, is the prologue for part 2: Winter Wonder (set in the winter of their junior year—you major Quogan fans should recognize the date! ;D).
Description: Part 2 of the four seasons of Quinn and Logan's relationship.
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure even the OWNERS of Zoey 101 have forgotten about it by now. It's only in us, the still-obsessed fangirls, that the show (and the wonderfulness that is Quogan) lives on.
Sitting in a Tree
Sunday, February 24, 2008
I walked into my dorm room, every inch of my body tingling. My brain kept screaming the same thought over and over:
I kissed her! I kissed Quinn! I, Logan Reese, kissed Quinn Pensky! And I liked it!
And every time I thought about it, a tiny voice whispered, "Yeah, and you like her." I wasn't sure I was ready to admit that, though, so I decided to just focus on the first part for now.
I smiled as I thought about our meeting on the bench—or our bench, as I would now always remember it. It seemed like hours ago, but it couldn't have been more than thirty minutes. For the life of me, I couldn't even remember why I'd been riding on my JetX in the first place.
I frowned. Something about shampoo… Oh! I was going to meet What's-her-face, the girl I'd been talking with earlier. She probably thought I had blown her off.
There goes any chance you had with her.
I was surprised to find that this really didn't bother me. Instead, I began wondering what I'd seen in her in the first place. Oh, she was pretty, to be sure. But Quinn was beautiful and smart and fun and… I shook my head.
Get a hold of yourself, Reese! You don't fall for a girl until you know that she feels the same way about you!
But she kissed me back, I argued. So she obviously does feel the same way… Right?
Before my subconscious could answer, the door burst open, and in walked Michael. I groaned. From the looks of things, his "allergies" had been acting up again, and that usually meant I would have to listen to some ridiculous sob-story for the next twenty minutes. Normally, I would just sit down and let him talk while I zoned out. But right now I was a little busy thinking about Quinn, and I didn't really feel like talking to anyone. Or having them talk to me, which is probably what would happen if I didn't get out of there soon.
To my surprise, however, Michael didn't even seem to notice that I was in the room. He walked over to the mini-fridge and grabbed a bottle of Blix, muttering to himself as he did.
"Sparkplug… Just when I'd gotten used to him… I can't believe… Winchester! What kind of name is that for a horse?!"
Finally, Michael looked up and saw me.
"Dude, when did you get here?" he asked, clearly surprised. "I thought you had a date."
"Oh… Right. I, uh, decided that she wasn't really my type."
Michael frowned. "That's funny—it looked like it was going pretty well when I saw you."
Now it was my turn to frown. "What do you mean, when you saw me?"
Michael smirked. "I mean I saw the two of you kissing when I rode by on Sparkplug!"
"You saw… Wait, who's Sparkplug?"
"Never mind," Michael said. "The point is, you seemed to like the girl just fine a half hour ago."
"Dude, that wasn't her!"
Michael's eyebrows rose. "Then who was it?"
"It was…" I stopped. Since I still wasn't admitting to myself that I liked Quinn, I definitely wasn't going to tell Michael. The guy could not keep a secret to save his life, and I didn't want something like this getting around. "It was just some girl," I finally finished.
"Some girl," Michael repeated, looking skeptical.
"Yeah," I replied. "She had just gotten du… broken up with her boyfriend, and I was… er… comforting her."
Michael smirked again. "Now that sounds like the Logan I know—capitalizing on the rebound!"
"What do you mean?" I asked. I wasn't sure I liked the direction this conversation was taking.
Michael rolled his eyes. "Well, let's think about it," he said, his voice heavy with sarcasm. "This girl gets dumped by her boyfriend. Her heart is broken, so she goes and cries on a bench. Then, you happen by and try to comfort her. She conveniently decides that it will be easier to get over her last boyfriend by getting a new one, and the next thing you know, you've become the rebound." He grinned. "It makes sense, actually. Why else would anyone want to date you?"
Normally, I would take offense at a jab like that, but this time I was too preoccupied with what he'd said to pay attention to the insult.
"Wait, so you're saying that the only reason she kissed me was because she had just broken up with her boyfriend? You don't think she might actually like me?"
"Are you kidding?" Michael laughed. "Everyone knows that if a girl starts dating a guy right after getting dumped, the poor dude's just a rebound." He must have noticed the look on my face because he walked over and slapped my shoulder.
"Hey, don't worry about it," he told me. "I mean, it's not like you've never been one before!"
"Yeah," I muttered, sitting down on James's bed, trying to ignore the sick feeling in my stomach. Michael left a few minutes later, and I got up and started to pace around the room.
What was wrong with me? Michael was right—I'd been a rebound many times before. In fact, I usually liked being a rebound because then I wasn't tied down to the same girl for very long!
I sighed. So why did the thought of being a rebound bother me so much now? Was it possible that I actually liked Quinn? Before today, I'd never really thought about her that way. She had always just been Quinn, the quirky, somewhat crazy genius girl who loved to butt heads with me. Now that I thought about it, though, I loved fighting with her, too. I loved the way her eyes flashed when she was angry. I loved the clever plans she made to get revenge. And I loved…
Love? I thought I told you to quit thinking like that! Especially considering what Michael said!
I bit my lip. Was Michael right? Did Quinn only kiss me because of Mark? I wanted to say no, that Quinn wasn't like that. But the truth was, I didn't really know. After all, I'd never seen her so upset before, and I'd heard that people could do some strange things when they were in that kind of state.
Stuff they'd normally never be caught dead doing.
Like kissing me.
Alright! It's good to be back! I'm not sure when I'll get the next part up, but you can rest assured it won't take another ten months!
Oh, and I realize that Zoey had a class on this day in the show, but I'm going by the actual calendar date (which was a Sunday), so, I don't know, maybe she just had some kind of special weekend class? *shrugs*
Thanks for reading! Please review! :)