


Ten

by Thursdays



Category: Zoey 101
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2006-05-28
Updated: 2006-05-28
Packaged: 2013-09-30 12:38:53
Rating: K+
Chapters: 1
Words: 505
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2961779/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/781317/Thursdays
Summary: Dana and Logan's lovehate relationship. Your basic, fluffy One Shot.





	Ten

**Author's Note: **Guess who it's about. It's probably not too difficult.

**Disclaimer:** I think we all know the deal. I don't own this show, or these characters. Unfortunately.

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**Ten**

"My POINT is you're an insensitive jerk!" she spat viciously, glaring at the curly-haired boy before her.

"Well it's not my fault! I can't help how people make me feel!" he replied, just as heatedly.

The two teens glared at each other momentarily before the girl turned on her heel and stomped off to her dorm, her face flushed from anger. She was silent as she walked back, ignoring the cool night breeze and the sound of waves lapping gently on the sandy shore. Thoughts were swirling in her head; curses, questions and comments she tried her best to ignore.

Upon reaching her room she opened the door with force, proceeding to slam it as loudly as she could. With plain disregard for all before-bed routines she flopped down on her bed, turning her face to the wall. Her roommates, having been awakened by this loud, dramatic outburst, looked at each other warily, deciding not to talk to her until she had visibly calmed down.

She tried strenuously to push all disturbing and confusing thoughts from her mind but to no avail. Letting out a sigh of frustration she settled for the back of her mind. She slipped a pair of headphones over her chocolate curls, preferring the sound of wailing guitars and steady beats to the crickets settling down outside her window. The girl closed her eyes and soon fell asleep, her mind on events other than the most recent.

**× × ×**

Across campus, the curly-haired boy, who had returned to his dorm as well, left for the bathroom to brush his teeth. He entered the empty bathroom, socks slapping quietly on the cold linoleum floor. The boy gripped the side of the porcelain sink and stared hard into the mirror, obviously looking for something. After searching for some time, he gave up and splashed his face with icy water to try and clear his mind.

That was when he saw it; the faint, rosy outline of a hand on his right cheek.

The scowl spread across his face was slowly replaced by a smile as he turned and walked back to his dorm room, toothbrush and toothpaste abandoned by the sink. He closed his dorm door, which he had left open; with a muffled click so as not to wake his roommates, who he assumed were not yet asleep anyways. He slipped under the covers of his bed and lay staring up at the ceiling for a time, unable to sleep.

Laying a hand on his cheek, he closed his eyes and counted to his lucky number, 10, over and over.

It was his basketball jersey, his first two-digit birthday. How many pieces of pizza he ate in one sitting when Michael had dared him.

Ten.

The hours remaining until he would see her again.


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