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Chapter Two/Hour Two

"Movie Time!"

Quinn's POV

9:00 PM

"Okay," Lola said, taking a stack of DVDs from her bookshelf and jumping down off her bed. "We've got…Jason Bourne for action, A Walk to Remember, The Notebook, Titanic, and 50 First Dates for sappy-slash-sad romantic chick flicks, Miss Congeniality, Legally Blonde, and Superbad for comedy, Finding Nemo for cuteness, Little Miss Sunshine for indie-ness, and some weird Sci-Fi movie Vince's roommate told me I just had to see."

"Mars Attacks! ?" Quinn said with a shudder, seeing the movie in Lola's hand. "Ugh." She liked Sci-Fi as much as the next girl, but aliens with exploding heads…not her cup of tea.

"Okay, no freaky alien movie," Lola said, tossing that one back on the bed. "So we've got—"

"We know," Zoey said, holding up her hands so Lola wouldn't list them all again. "Put in Jason. We've gotta keep our energy up, not get weepy or spew more pop out of our noses."

"Plus," Quinn said. "Matt Damon."

"'Nuff said," Zoey agreed.

"You've convinced me," Lola said, walking to the DVD player. "Say no more."

"Is it the first, second or third?" Quinn asked as the beginning credits flashed across the TV screen.

"Who knows? Who cares?" Lola said.

"Can you even tell with these things?" Zoey asked. "They all have the same plot…and basically no dialogue. Just a lot of running and shooting and car chases." She pulled the popcorn out of the microwave and poured it into the yellow popcorn bowl.

"Yeah," Quinn sighed. "And a lot of Matt."

"Matt makes these movies worth seeing," Lola agreed, reaching for a handful of popcorn.

They watched the movie for a good ten minutes before they began to get bored and throw popcorn at the screen, yelling various things at the people in the movie.

"You know how all this could be solved?" said Lola. "An atomic bomb."

"Lola!" Zoey hit her friend over the head with a pillow. "Take that back!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Lola said. "Just don't mess up my hair anymore."

Zoey got a devilish look in her eye. Quinn groaned. "Oh, please no…" she said. "Not a pillow fight." How horribly cliché.

Cliché it might have been, but in a few minutes pillows and feathers were flying and Quinn was having a great time being as stereotypical of a girl at a sleepover as you could possibly hope to be.

"Let's put in something else," Zoey suggested when they were all whacked-out, feathers in their hair and the popcorn bowl slightly upset, threatening to spill its sacred contents. Lola's careful brushing of Quinn's hair had all come to ruin with one hit in the head from Zoey's pillow.

"Like what?" Lola asked, blowing a stray hair out of her face.

"We should raid the DVD stash in the lounge," Quinn suggested.

"Well," Lola said thoughtfully, "they do have that new Reese Witherspoon movie."

"With Drew Barrymore!" Quinn added.

"We do love Reese," Zoey said. "Witherspoon, that is." Quinn bit her lip, knowing what Zoey implied.

"And Drew!" Lola said, not noticing the effect Zoey's little joke had on Quinn. "So what are we waiting for?" She walked towards the door.

"Wait!" Zoey threw up her hands like a traffic conductor. "If we're going to go undercover, we should do it the right way."

Lola glanced down at her yellow slip. "No way am I wearing black," she declared.

"Well, take off our slippers, anyway," Zoey said, slipping off her own. "Quinn—do you have your zap watch?"

"Always," Quinn said, holding up her wrist. "Now, it's only nine-twenty, so it won't be completely dark, and there may be people out and about…teachers or rogue students."

"Rouge?" Lola asked confusedly.

"No, rogue, and I'll thank you not to turn into Logan," Zoey said. Quinn winced at this second—and more direct—jab at her boyfriend, but once again Zoey and Lola were oblivious.

"C'mon," Zoey said. She cracked open the door and peered outside, waiting a moment—probably to allow her eyes to adjust to the light. Without realizing it, Quinn held her breath.

"All clear," Zoey whispered. She motioned with her hand for them to follow and then slipped out.

Lola went next, and Quinn followed just behind. The hallway was dim and quiet. Little slivers of light spilled out from beneath a few doors, but most of them were dark. Even as they stood there, Quinn noticed the yellow line of light beneath one door disappear.

Wordlessly, they left their door cracked barely open and tiptoed down the hallway, freezing and running into one another when they heard the slightest creak in the darkness, clapping their hands over their mouths to disguise silent giggles. At last they came to the front door.

"Wow," Lola breathed, looking outside. "It looks so dark and cold."

"Suck it up," Zoey whispered.

"It's only nine twenty-five," Quinn said quietly. "Believe me, it won't be that cold or dark."

"Hi, guysh!"

The three girls jumped and shrieked at the sudden sound from behind. Startled, the cause of their fright shrieked too. Quinn quickly swallowed her scream, as did Zoey—but Lola's well-practiced scream went on and on.

"Lola!" Quinn hissed, clamping her hand over Lola's mouth to shut her up, or at the very least muffle the sound.

"Stacey, please shh," Zoey begged. "You'll wake the entire dorm!"

"Oh, shorry," Stacey said, cutting off her prolonged shriek.

"Duck!" Quinn warned, hearing a sound that may have been the opening of a door. They all dropped to the ground and lay there for several long moments, sharing frantic looks. Quinn could hear Stacey breathing loudly near her ear. The silence stretched on, no more sounds reaching them.

"Okay," Zoey whispered at last, cautiously getting to her feet. "I think we're in the clear."

"What'sh up, guysh?" Stacey sprung up like a jack-in-the-box.

"Shh," Zoey said.

Quinn felt something wet against the palm of her hand, which was still covering Lola's mouth. She yanked her hand off, disgusted.

"Ew!" Lola smirked in a take-that kind of way as Quinn wiped her hand on her pajama shorts.

"Stacey," Lola said in a whisper, now that they were all standing and composed. "What are you doing here?"

"Well," Stacey said. "Here on thish planet here? Or here at PChA here? Or here in thish dorm here? Or—"

"Here in this exact spot at this exact moment here," Zoey clarified.

"Oh," Stacey said with her usual excited smile, though it was a little hard to see in the dark. "Well. It'sh short of a long shtory. Shee, it shtarted lasht night when I had a dream that I wash in the Yucatan. Only apparently I got the Yucatan mixched up with the Yukon, becaushe in my dream I wash in Mexshico but there wash shnow and shled dogs and shtuff. Sho anyway, I wash on the beach kisshing Logan when—"

That was it. As there was no handy door to slam in Stacey's face, Quinn settled for reaching forward and pinching Stacey's arm. Stacey fell to the ground with a soft thud. Zoey and Lola stared at Stacey's motionless form for a minute.

"Wow," Lola said eventually. "That was a little harsh."

"Yeah," Zoey whispered. "Was that really necessary?"

Quinn shrugged mercilessly. "She'll recover," she said. "Let's go."

They made it to the spacious and shadowy lounge a minute later without any more unexpected meetings. During the day, the lounge looked open and inviting, but now, with all the lights off, it was cold, unfamiliar and forbidding. Quinn shivered.

"What's that?" Quinn heard a faint sound from the corner—like pieces of wood clicking together. Lola, Zoey and Quinn clutched each other. The sound came again.

"What do you think it is?" Zoey whispered.

"I don't know," Lola said. "I'm scared. Let's go back."

"Come on," Zoey said. "Let's go check it out."

Cautiously, they tiptoed over to the corner. As they got closer it became a little less dark and then—

"Michael? Logan? James?!" Zoey said incredulously at her normal volume. The guys looked up.

"Oh, hey guys," Logan said. Michael nodded at them. They got a "S'up?" from James.

Michael, Logan and James were gathered around the pool table, cue sticks in hand. The only light came from the pool table—little lights had been installed on the inside rim, illuminating the surface of the table quite well.

"What are you doing?" Lola asked, looking shocked.

"Playing pool," Michael said in a duh-voice, shooting a ball into a hole. "Like the lights? 'Course," –he glared at Logan—"apparently they're not bright enough to keep some people from nailing me in the gut with his cue stick every two minutes because he 'can't see'."

"But you're supposed to be in bed!" Quinn protested.

"So are you," James pointed out.

"But you're going to get caught!" said Zoey.

"Nah, we're not." Michael brushed the warning off.

"How do you know?" Zoey raised her eyebrows. Lola put her hands on her hips. Quinn crossed her arms.

"Because," Logan said, lining up his shot. "Apparently our dorm advisor is saving up for college." He flicked out with his cue and sunk the ball, then turned to face the girls, propping one hip up so he was half-sitting on the pool table.

"Um, so?"

"So, I contributed to his college fund," Logan shrugged. "One grand and he doesn't even notice us leaving."

"What?!" Zoey said, her mouth dropping open in shock. "You gave your dorm advisor one thousand dollars so the three of you could play pool in the dark for a week?"

Logan shrugged again. "Basically, yeah," he said. Quinn rolled her eyes. That was so like Logan.

"So," Michael said as James walked around the table, observing the setup. "What're you guys doing here?"

"Yeah?" said Logan. "I highly doubt Coco is saving up for Yale."

Zoey shifted on her feet. "I—" she said, and Quinn prayed she'd come up with something fast. "We—Lola forgot her purse in here."

"Right," Lola agreed, not missing a beat. "And I didn't want it to get stolen."

"So…you needed the three of you to come get it?" James asked, looking skeptical.

"It's scary in here!" Lola said. "I wasn't about to come alone."

"Right," Logan smirked. "Well, go ahead and look…but it's a bit dark."

Zoey, Lola and Quinn exchanged glances. What to do now? Go looking for a purse they knew wouldn't be there?

"And sunk," James proclaimed. Logan turned. James was straightening up with a satisfied look on his face; the game had been won. Logan scowled.

"Well, then," Michael said, seeing Logan's poutiness and rolling his eyes. "I think we're gonna go to bed. See you girls." He leaned his cue stick against the wall.

"Good luck finding the purse," James said, smiling at Zoey as he switched on a small lamp for them and flipped off the lights on the pool table.

"Yeah, good luck."

Logan was the last to follow his roommates down the hallway. When Zoey and Lola weren't looking, he tossed a grin to Quinn over his shoulder. Childishly, she stuck her tongue out at him. She could hear Logan's faint chuckle as he walked away.

"Come on," Lola sighed, leading the way to the DVD rack and running her finger across the titles. "I don't see it."

"Maybe someone has it checked out," Quinn said.

"Hey, look at this," Lola laughed, pulling one of the DVDs out. "It's one of the movies Logan made of him dancing. Stacey Dillsen must have left it here."

Zoey laughed too. Quinn took the DVD and looked at the cover. Her heart flipped a little as she looked at the picture of Logan smiling up at her. She knew it was silly. She knew he was stupid and self-centered and a jerk. A good-looking jerk, sure, but still—a jerk. Yet…he was her jerk, her lovable idiot.

"Quinn," Zoey said. Quinn looked up. It was obvious from the expressions Zoey and Lola were wearing that this was not the first time they had called her name.

"Mmhm?" she said, trying to look innocent.

"You okay? You seem all zoned out…"

"I'm fine!" Quinn said, her voice maybe a little too high-pitched, as she hastily shoved the DVD back into the rack. "Did we choose a movie?"

"Yeah…" Lola said, still giving her a strange look. "We're taking the Girly Cow season one collection."

"Sounds good," Quinn said automatically. "We should go back."


They didn't take as much care to be quiet and unnoticeable this time, but returned to their dorm with no trouble. The night was growing steadily darker as ten o'clock approached.

Not much more can be said about the rest of their second hour, other than that they laughed and watched pink cartoon cows dance around on the screen of their apple-shaped TV. Popcorn was consumed and more was popped. Words were spoken.

By ten they had seen enough Girly Cow and were ready for something a little more…interesting.