And I don't think I've ever gone this long without updating... Nearly two years, right? I could apologize over and over and over, but... I won't. I actually went back and watched a couple Zoey 101 episodes earlier today, for the sole purpose of remembering the show well enough to edit this fic.

Here's the (technical) last chapter, after about twenty months of silence. (Only reason I know that is because I updated a few days before my boyfriend and I got together. We just passed our twenty months. ^^) There will be an epilogue. I promise it won't take me as long to update this time. Haha. I've been through four computers since last time I updated, and I finally have a working one. A Macbook pro!

So here you go. Thanks for all the amazing reviews and everyone who's been reading this from the beginning. You guys are awesome.

LOGAN'S P.O.V.

Quinn's eyes were wide beneath her glasses, staring at me blankly. I figured that I probably looked just as surprised, except I was sitting down so I didn't look as ridiculous. She, on the other hand, just stood in the middle of the restaurant and fidgeted with the sleeve of her gorgeous dress.

Oh god, this is going to be the longest dinner of my life. She's so beautiful.

"Um, come on," I stood up and motioned towards the table, breaking the awkward silence. "You could just sit down, you know."

She didn't move. I just stood there lamely, wondering if maybe it would be worth the F in class to just leave. I was probably going to fail anyway. What would this grade help me? I could just walk right past her.

Come on, feet. Move. Left, then right, then left again. It's easy. Just get me out of here.

But the second I finally managed to gain control of my legs was the same one that she decided to head for the table. She slid into the chair across from me and propped her head on her hand.

"Let's just get this overwith," she muttered.

Ouch. That kind of hurt. But of course, I couldn't tell her that. If something she said hurt me, then that just shows that I actually have feelings. And I didn't want her to look too deeply into those. It would probably be better for everyone if that just stayed buried. But, wait. Our stupid friends already knew. I was so screwed.

But what were the odds that I'd get paired up with her? The one girl that managed to steal my attention. The girl that I'd been secretly falling head over heels for. That beautiful geek sitting across from me. Karma really decided that today was the day to make my life miserable.

"...and we're supposed to record our interactions throughout the date." I tuned in at the end of what had apparently been Quinn's explanation of this stupid assignment. I probably should have listened to that. I never bothered to read the paper beyond the part that said I was going on a date for a grade.

Quinn's eyes narrowed.

"You didn't hear a word I said, did you?"

"I, erm... Yes, I did. We're recording our...interactions... Or something," I shrugged, trying to play nonchalant. This was so much harder than usual. I mean, I was on a date with my dream girl.

And you just called her your dream girl. Good job, genius. You weren't supposed to admit that to yourself, remember?

While my subconscious yelled at me, I tried to think of ways to change the subject to a less dangerous area.

"You know what? Forget it. Grade or no grade, I... I don't think I can do this," Quinn shook her head and stood up.

Oh crap.

"You can't do what?" I scrambled to try to fix my mistake. "Why is this so weird? I mean, we're friends eating sushi and doing homework together, right? We've eaten and done homework together before..."

As much as I hated to admit it, Lola was right. This was Senior year. We were all getting ready to go to god knows where and probably wouldn't ever see each other again. (Which was probably a little dramatic. I had the feeling that we'd keep in contact.) But I wasn't ready to lose Quinn. We hadn't even gotten a chance to find each other yet. Not really.

And now you sound like a chick. What's wrong with you, Reese?

"Is that all this is to you?" she asked it so quietly, I could barely hear her. "Just homework?"

Truthfully, it had stopped being 'just homework' the second she walked in the door. And I knew that. But why would she? Suddenly, something clicked. I needed to tell her how I felt now. This was the turning point. I didn't even know why, but I was just really sure that I didn't say anything now, I wouldn't get the chance to.

She started to walk away, but I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back to me. We were standing really close now. She was staring up at me, looking anxious and a little scared, even.

"Logan, what are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.

Getting the words out was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. Harder than learning free throws. Harder than being nice, even. (Although that one got a lot easier as time went on.)

"It was never just homework, Quinn," I forced the words out.

She searched for words, opening her mouth a few times without words. I smirked. It'd been a long time since I'd seen Quinn Penksy speechless.

She finally landed on, "What do you mean?"

"I mean," I didn't even know where to start. I moved my hands so they were on her shoulders. The fabric of her dress was soft under my palms, and I could feel just how fast her heart was beating. Could she possibly like me back? That gave me the extra courage I needed to keep talking. I started again. "I mean, did you know that you're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen? And definitely the smartest one. And you do all these cute little things like twirl your hair when you're nervous, or throw coins in the fountain for wishes when you don't think anyone is watching."

Her cheeks were going more pink with every word I said. I knew I was rambling, but I wasn't quite finished yet.

"And I know we haven't exactly been the greatest of friends the whole time we've known each other. I was a jerk, and I guess, to a degree I still am. But the other day, I finally understood something crazy that I've been thinking about for a really long time. And I realized that I had to tell you now, before it's too late and I lose you forever. You're probably one of the most important people here at PCA to me, and when we leave, I can't even imagine not having you there."

Quinn's eyes were bright, almost like she was about to cry. She blinked a few times, but never took her eyes off of me.

"What are you trying to say, Logan?" her voice was soft, unreadable.

I wrapped my arms around her carefully, hoping that she wouldn't push me away.

"What I'm trying to say is..." I took a deep breath. I don't think I'd ever been so scared as I was in that moment. "What I'm trying to say is, I love you, Quinn. I have for years. I probably always will."

Her jaw dropped. I waited nervously, wondering when she was going to say something.

"Some kind of response would be nice..." I laughed shakily.

She leaned up until her lips were barely a fraction away from mine. I could feel them against mine when she spoke, just far enough away that they weren't technically touching.

"I love you too."

And there went any self control that I had. I pulled her into the best kiss I'd ever had. (But I wouldn't tell her that. I had to keep some pride.) It was definitely as perfect as I'd always imagined. She was soft, and smelled good, and was exactly the perfect size for me to wrap my arms around completely. Suddenly, I remembered something I'd forgotten to say. I pulled away from the kiss long enough to ask, "Be my girlfriend?"

Quinn laughed. "I think that's a given. Of course I will."

I looked down at her and grinned. "Want to grab some dinner with me? I know this great little sushi place."

With a grin, she nodded and snuggled into my arms. Silently, I reminded myself to thank Lola later. If she hadn't harassed me that day, I wouldn't have had Quinn – my girlfriend! - in my arms. Maybe growing up wouldn't be so bad after all.