Authors Note: Hullo! Did you know that Zoey is spelt Zoey? I didn't! oops! Itz ok, I fixed it, I think... Any wayz. This is my first Zoey 101 fic. I wrote it because I couldn't find any slach fics so I wrote one. Please REVIEW! Don't flame me please! I'm a teen-age girl. Highly emotional at certain times! Certain times being most of the time!

Warnings: Slash! Not this chapter but coming up...SLASH is GUYS dating other GUYS! Homosexual tendencies. Boys kissing each other. Not straight pairings! Not my fault if you don't read the warnings!

Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101 and I am not in any way affiliated with it. Please don't sue me! I just enjoy creating crazy plots. Last time I checked there is no law against that in Canada! And there are some really crazy laws involing the moose here...

Chapter 1

Around the Next Corner

It was a day like any other, the birds were chirping and the sun was shinning. In a way all days are the same, you wake up in the morning, go to school, you go about your daily routines and then you come home and go to sleep. This was the life of the student at Pacific Coast Academy. They hated their daily routines and wanted some thing to change, drastically. Little do they know directly around the next corner, their lives will change forever…

Chase's POV

I sat there, in the common room, watching some of the guys playing with their video games. It was then that I realised it. I'm all alone. There is no one in this world that even cares. I mean, people always say that you're parents will always be there, but for me that's different. They died last week in a car accident. They won't be here for me ever again. I haven't told any one yet. Frankly it's none of their business. They've never met my parents. I looked over towards the door just in time to see the girls come in, Zoey, Dana, and Nicole. They always look so happy, especially Zoey. They have no clue about any thing that is going on in the world. All the suffering.

"Hey Chase, what's up?" Zoey asked in her cheerful manner. She's always so sweet. I love it and hate it all at the same time. I couldn't handle it right then so I just left, completely ignoring the calls from my friends. Friends. This was the first time in a long time that I've actually needed to have friends. But I can't communicate. Why can't people be created with the ability to read minds? That would make life easier. Don't you think?

I walked around the campus of PCA. Just lost in complete thought. I thought about everything and anything. I tried to figure out what happens when people die. Is it painful? Or is it peaceful? Who knows, how can you know? You can't know until you die. There are those people who die and then are brought back. I pondered it all. I got to the part where I started contemplating the meaning of life when it stated to rain. I didn't care at this point. What's a little water…? It was cold but that's ok, what's the cold going to do.

I kept wandering, wondering what I'm going to do. Christmas is only a few weeks away. Soon he would be going home for Christmas. Home? Where was home, now? I don't have a home, I don't have a family. My life sucks. Oh well.

My watch beeped, ten o'clock. Wow, I've been wandering a long time. I turned a corner, expecting to find a path back to the dorms when instead I found a courtyard that I've never seen before. 'It must be part of the teachers lounge.' I thought, it's logical enough.

By now it wasn't just raining, it was pouring, so I found a bench that was covered by a tree and layed down to rest and think some more. This time I thought about the courtyard. I slowly drifted off into an extremely peaceful sleep.

Logan's POV (The next morning.)

At this point I was worried. Chase hadn't come back to the dorm last night. I figured he just needed his space and slept in the common room or something. But now it was lunchtime and we were all getting a little be worried. Where could he have gone? No one had seen him since his tantrum yesterday at lunch. That was twenty-four hours ago.

"This is nuts. We need to contact the Dean and start conducting a search. He's my friend and it any thing happened to him I blame all of you." I was getting frustrated, and when I'm frustrated I get cranky. People just need to learn to deal with it.

"Never thought I'd say this, but that's a good idea, Logan. Lets go." Zoey said as she stood up, the rest of the gang (Dana, Michael, Nicole, and Quinn was sitting with us too.) following her.

"You guys go ahead, I'm going to start looking now."

I wandered off in the direction I saw Chase going in earlier. I followed the sidewalk slowly, observing everything around me like a detective, or a CSI. The only problem came when I hit a three-way fork in the sidewalk. I stopped and stared at it. Which way would Chase go? Suddenly it came to me, I walked back approximately thirty meters and immersed my self in deep thought. I fallowed the path that came naturally to me then I stopped and smiled. I'm a super genius at times. I knew that when Chase had left the table yesterday he was thinking about something. And I want to know what it was, I'll find out one day.

Soon I came to a part of the campus I had never seen before. I thought that was strange considering I used to deliver sushi and I went all over the place while doing it. Oh well, I'm Logan Reese, I don't get lost. So I continued on, following the winding sidewalk. I had been walking for a while when I found something, I picked it up hoping that it would be a clue. And it was, it was a eulogy for Frank and Betsy Matthews. Wait, those are Chase's parents names(I didn't know what they really were so I just made up some random names!) The eulogy said;

Frank and Betsy Matthews better know to me as mom and dad. I remember the day I got word of the accident. I was sitting in media class working on a group project with Zoe and Logan when I got called down to the office. When I got there, the Dean and the councillors were waiting to tell me the news. I took it pretty well actually. I have this fear of getting upset in front of any one but my mom. They allowed me to go back to class. I told every one that it was just an error in my schedule for next semester. I won't let people know. I don't want people to feel sorry for me. Just because I'm smiling on the outside doesn't mean I'm not crying on the inside. I am crying on the inside all the time. It's hard to handle at times. I want to tell people to stop sending me presents. If you think that nick-nacks will replace my parents you must be insane. Now I need to decide who to live with. I'm only thirteen. I am officially an orphan and will probably become a ward of the state. Fun! My patents are dead. They're never coming back. They left me, Chase Bartholomew Matthews, to fend for my self.

The first thought that came to my mind after reading the eulogy was a giggle because of Chase's middle name. (A/N: He told us that that was his middle name remember?) And then I realized what had been bugging Chase for the last few days, his parents were dead. My heart sunk.

I kept walking following the sidewalk searching for Chase. I finally came to a corner; I turned it quickly and saw him lying there on a bench. Man, he was soaking wet and wasn't moving much. I ran over to him and made sure he was breathing. He was, that's a good start. I shook him, he was so cold. Slowly his eyes opened and he groaned.