Summary: He fell for her then, he still falls for her now. A Zoey and Chase Twoshot.

A/N: I'm so insanely excited for the new Zoey 101 movie, Chasing Zoey, that I just had to write this.

Falling For You

He was riding on his bike, as he did most days, looking for his roommates. It was a new day, a new year, and little did he know, a new beginning.

He rode past a bunch of bushes, thinking annoyed how his hair looked unnaturally like them. Minus the green, of course. Although Logan occasionally threatened to dye it that way in his sleep. See, this was why Michael was his best bud.

And then he saw her.

He looked again not really concentrating, then his eyes snapped right back to her, in absolute amazement. She was pretty, no, beautiful, no…perfect.

She caught sight of him and smiled. If he wasn't on his bike he probably would've fainted.

"Hey!" he called out, and started pedaling faster.

"Hey!" she repeated, waving.

It was then that Chase Matthews felt on top of the world, until a few moments later, when he ran into the school flagpole.

As he fell, it hit him. I'm in love.

He didn't know her yet. He didn't know where she was from, her favorite color, or even her name. But he did know that. He loved her. The feeling he had could not be anything else.

Her eyes widened and she ran over to help him up. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?"

Think fast, Chase! Think! "Uh, yeah, you know, I was just…" Man, I've got nothing. "…uh, checking the flag. It's a flag."

She laughed, but stopped, looking at his arm. "I think you're arms bleeding."

"Oh right. "He looked over at his scratch. Wasn't too bad. Completely worth meeting this amazing girl. "That's what happens when I, uh, get wounded." Stupid Chase, stupid! That happens to everyone when they're wounded!

She laughed again and he began to relax. "I'm Zoey."

"Chase." I responded. Zoey. He liked the sound of her name. A lot. "Uh, so are you, like, a new student here?" Is there ever an end to my stupidity? "Wait, never mind, stupid question, why else would you be here? Unless you were dropping someone off and, uh…you know what? I'll bleed, you talk. What's up?"

"Nothing much." She answered with a shrug. "And yeah, I'm a new student here."

"Yeah, you know, I think it's great that PCA is finally accepting girls here, and you probably do, you know, being a girl and all…" he rambled. "N-no offense though!"

She smiled and laughed. Am I really that funny? "It's okay, been a girl my whole life."

What's the big deal about prom anyway? She didn't have to go if she didn't want to. It wasn't important to her. It was stupid to her. Not drippin', as Michael would say.

At least that's what she told everyone.

Lola and Quinn didn't seem to buy it; I guess I don't blame them, I mean, you'd think I'd want nothing but to go, having a perfect boyfriend and all.

Sure, James could be considered perfect. He was tall, had blonde hair, gorgeous eyes, and was sweet. They had had a perfect, romantic first kiss, went on a number of dates (even though most were invaded by her friends), and he really, really liked her.

So most people would assume that everything was right in the world of Zoey Brooks.

Ehh. Wrong. But thanks for playing.

Maybe James was perfect, but just not perfect for her. Sure he had perfectly blonde hair, but she couldn't ruffle it and tease him about it. His eyes were nice, but they didn't pierce through her. They've been on dates and they've kissed, but could James make her laugh 'til she cried, and could she and James do anything together, from grape fights to late night dance parties, just the two of them? No, he couldn't.

And yeah, he really liked her, and she really liked him. But he wasn't in love with her. She wasn't in love with him. They weren't in love.

In other words, he's no Fuzzyhead.

And no matter how hard she tried, James couldn't replace him. Not that her intentions were to replace him. She wasn't using James. She did like him. But all the while she couldn't ignore her feelings. For Chase Matthews.

One doesn't love because of perfection. They love despite imperfection. And Chase had many, but she wouldn't change anything.

He had kept her grounded. Whenever she was angry., he'd be there.

He had always kept her grounded, even thought he himself fell a lot.

Now that he was gone, Zoey needed that sort of protection back. She couldn't find it in James. Or anyone.

Another new year, another new day. Chase raised the speed on his bike higher and higher, desperate to find Zoey, who, according to Michael, was looking for him as well. He finally saw her walking with Nicole, her roommate, right next to a set of stairs.

She had gotten more beautiful, if that was even possible.

He called her name, and she looked up and called it back, waving. He was so excited that he forget to stop his bike and down he fell, falling for Zoey Brooks yet again. Possibly harder this time. Good thing his hair was so bushy.

They caught up a bit, but then she had to go. But before she was gone, she turned to him, looked at him quizzically, and asked. "Did your hair get bushier?"

He smiled and ran a finger through his bushy jungle. "It's possible."

Going to the prom with James just wouldn't feel right. So she just wouldn't go. She'd fake an illness. James would understand; he's very understanding, but doesn't understand her. Chase would know she was faking. But he won't, so that was her plan.

God, it's so wrong to be comparing them.

As her mind continued to wander, her phone rang. Ring…ring… She didn't recognize the number. "Hello?"

"Hey Zoe." The voice on the other end made her heart speed up and activated those not-so-frequently activated butterflies. Zoey rarely got nervous, but boy, was she nervous.

"Chase?"

"Turn around." So she did. And there he was. Sitting on the fountain, with a smile that sent her mind in ten thousand billion directions.

He wanted that single bed. He would have that single bed, and nothing would stop him.

Or so he thought.

Because as he rounded a corner, there she stood. Taller, tanner, happier. Guilt filled his stomach thinking of Rebecca, the girlfriend he met over summer break.

He thought replacing Zoey would rid him of his feelings, even though nothing on this earth would. Nothing.

"Zoey!" he yelled, catching her attention. He was panting and his stuff was flailing about as he raced by her.

"Chase!" she yelled, clearly glad to see her best guy friend after a whole summer.

"I can't talk now!" Chase yelled, still running. "I gotta beat Michael and Logan to the–"

And then he tripped and fell. Like always. Proving his feelings hadn't and would never change for the girl he fell in front of.

"No way!" Zoey broke out into the biggest grin possible and ran up the stairs to the fountain and into his open arms.

When they pulled apart, he smiled his signature half smile and said, "Way."

"Are you back for good?" she asked.

"Look behind me and find out, Ms. Brooks!" From the glow of the moon reflecting off the fountain water, she could barely make out silhouettes of suitcases.

"That's great!" she said, completely psyched that he was back. She noticed his hair was slightly less bushy, but not my much. "Everyone's missed you so much, It so hasn't been the same, and whenever we talked about you, James –" She stopped babbling abruptly and her smile faded.

Chase noticed this and became confused. "James? I don't remember a James. Who's he?"

"Oh, uh…" Zoey tried to sound cheery, but it wasn't very easy. "He's Michael and Logan's new roommate. You know, the whole PCA policy and all…"

"Right, okay." Chase nodded. A silent fell over them for a few moments. Chase was looking at Zoey as if he was trying to understand something. Finally, he spoke. "There's something you're not telling me."

"What?" she said, shocked. "You're crazy, why would you think that?" Jeez, he knows me too well.

"Because I know you." He said seriously. "Something's up. Come on, Zoe, you can tell me, we're – "

"Zoey?" a familiar voice called out, causing a great panic to sweep over Zoey. "Zoey! I thought that was you. I want to know – " James stopped talking when he noticed Chase, standing completely confused next to her. "Oh, uh, hi…"

"Hello." Said Chase, now feeling uncomfortable. A realization stuck him. "I'm guessing you're James? I'm Chase."

"Oh, hey." James said tonelessly, then averted his attention back to Zoey, who was currently praying he wouldn't ask her what he was going to ask. "So Zoey, I know you're really dead-set against going to prom because you think it's stupid, but I promise if we go together I'll make it fun. Isn't that what boyfriends are for anyway?"

She froze, not knowing what to say. She could feel Chase's hurt eyes on her, but wouldn't dare to look.

"Oh…you-you guys are…" Chase said quietly, feeling so ridiculously betrayed and hurt. "…dating?" The last word came out as somewhere between a cough and a sneeze.

"Yeah, for about the whole semester." James answered in a happy tone, which made Zoey want to glare. But she didn't. "Didn't Zoey tell you?"

"No." Zoey finally turned to Chase but his face was hidden by his hair. "She didn't." Silence hung in the air. In fact, it was so silent that Zoey wanted to scream and make it go away. She wanted to explain it all in one look. Her eyes told the story, told everything. Come on, Chase…look at me…

But instead, he mumbled that he had to go, grabbed his bags, and started down the fountain stairs.

He tripped over his guitar and fell. Then he got up, all alone, and disappeared into the night.

A/N: Tell me what you think. Part two coming soon!

-Colors