Summary: Chase is a writer, right? So naturally he had to write about all the interesting happenings from over the summer and during the early days of sophomore year. But what would happen if these writings were to fall into the wrong hands? CZ. SET DURING SEASON THREE!

A/N: New story! Yay!

Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101!

Written From The Heart

Chapter One

She was going to start her first year at PCA that fall, so I was asked to help her out. Of course I said I would, I mean, I had no idea then how complicated my life would be. Okay, before I go any further, my name's Chase Matthews, and this is my story.

I went home from PCA that freshman year with one question lingering in my mind: Would I ever tell Zoey Brooks I loved her? I mean, I was starting to get impatient with myself, and that's usually bad news. This question bugged me insanely the first half of summer vacation.

I would talk to her on the phone every night, and every time I saw her number on my caller ID I would tell myself; This is it. By the end of this phone call Zoey will know the truth. But most of my attempts ended up like this:

"Chase, I gotta go. A squirrel chased Dustin up a tree and I need to help my mom get a ladder." She said laughing.

"Wait, Zoey?" I questioned.

"Yeah?" she answered, a little confused.

"I – " I would stop myself. "Good luck with Dustin."

"Um, ok…" she said, still slightly confused. "Call me later?"

"Of course," I reassured. "Bye!"

Yeah, I was a chicken. So sue me.

The point is, half my summer was filled with fear of telling Zoey the truth, all that stuff. That is…until I met Rebecca. And everything changed.

"Yo, Chase!" Michael called to me from the door. Great. I was just getting started on my story!

"Yeah?" I asked.

"We're all headin' down to Sushi Rox, wanna come?"

"Yeah, sure, hold on a sec," I told him, putting my hand up and turning back to the screen of my laptop. He walked over to me and tried curiously to look at what I was writing. I slammed it shut. "What'cha writing, roomie?"

"Nothing," I lied. "Homework." I could tell he didn't believe me, but shrugged it off.

"Well, bring your 'homework' down with us, we gotta meet up with Zoey, Lola and Quinn in two minutes!" I lifted my head up at the mention of Zoey, and nodded my head, almost excitedly. He shook his head in disbelief.

"What?" I asked him.

"I think you still love Zoey," Michael said to me. My eyes got wide.

"That's ridiculous, man!" I shouted at him. "I told you ten billion times I'm over it! Okay?"

"Okay," he said, mocking my anger. "Whatever…" I stared at him with a raised eyebrow. "Cough, you love Zoey, cough."

"You gotta fix that cough, dude," I said, irritated, and got up and headed out the door, Michael on my tail.

"Oh, come on!" he complained. "Can't you just admit it so we can get on with our lives?" I glared at him.

"No," I said. "Because it's not true! Get that through your head, 'kay?"

"Get real dude!" He commanded. "Last year you took me out at three in the morning to dig up that time capsule! Why? You wanted to know how Zoey felt because…hello…you loved her! You sent her a text message saying you loved her, you dumped Lola because you couldn't stand the thought of going out with anyone else! Even with Rebecca…you dumped her because of Zoey! Zoey, Zoey, Zoey! And you cannot just get over a love that strong in two months, okay?" I wouldn't look at him. He just didn't get it.

"You know what, man?" I said quietly. "I'm not really in a sushi mood; you go ahead…I'm out!" He raised an eyebrow.

"But – "

"See ya," I told him, slamming the door behind me. Man, I was so angry! Couldn't be just get that I'm over it? I set my laptop back on the table and proceeded to convert my emotion into little typed words:

She was going to start her first year at PCA that fall, so I was asked to help her out. Of course I said I would, I mean, I had no idea then how complicated my life would be. The time and date was set; August 12th, 2006. I was going to meet her at her dad's restaurant, Comida Buena, which was a restaurant that served Spanish food.

I pushed my way through the double glass doors, not knowing what to expect. I didn't really expect anything life-changing or whatever to happen. I just thought I would pop by for a few minutes, answer some questions, head home and call Zoey for another failed attempt to express my feelings. I searched through the dozens of tables and finally caught site of a girl with brown hair and brown eyes sitting by herself at a table for two reading the menu. She was actually fairly pretty. Her hair was tied with a pink ribbon in a low side ponytail and she was wearing a pink, frilly skirt and a white mid drift. I headed over.

"Rebecca Evans?" I inquired. She looked up.

"Um, hey," she said friendlily, looking into my eyes. "Chase, right?"

"That's me," I answered, taking my seat. "So, I heard from a reliable source you're heading to PCA this year?"

"A reliable source? You mean your mom?" she laughed.

"Hey, I have a pretty reliable mom, you know." I told her jokingly. She smiled and giggled. So, things were going pretty well so far, right?

"So," she said. "Tell me about PCA."

"It's a huge place," I told her. "Where do you want me to start?" She thought a moment.

"I guess the teachers?" she answered. Teachers. Oh, man, were those interesting people.

"Ok," I started. "Well, I haven't heard much about the tenth grade teachers, 'cause well, I'm not in tenth grade yet, so you know how it is." She laughed.

"Yeah," she said with a giggle. It was then that I realized that I really liked her laugh.

"But, I'll try to tell you something," I added. "English is Mr. Henrik. I heard he's okay. English is my favorite subject so I'm sure –"

"English is your favorite?" she asked, surprised. "No way! Mine, too!"

"That's cool," I said. "Then, there's Mr. McKinley for math. He, um, he has an over comb. Heh." She cracked up.

"An over comb?" she laughed. "My great Uncle has an overcome and it ain't pretty." I laughed.

"Well, over combs tend to be pretty disturbed," I agreed with a laugh. The conversation went pretty much like this for a while, and before I knew it, two hours had gone by! Whoa, right?

"I'd better go," she told me finally. "I have to help my mom clean up the house for her boring book club thing tomorrow." She slid her silver purse onto her arm. "But, call me if you want, okay?" She scribbled her number onto my hand. I smiled.

"Okay," I said. "Bye," I waited until she left, and then headed out the door and biked home. I ran in through the front door and into the kitchen to get some Blix. My mom was in there cooking a late lunch for my little sister, Melanie, age six to be exact.

"Hi, sweetie!" she greeted. "How was your lunch with Rebecca?"

"It was fun," I answered, opening the fridge and grabbing a Blix.

"That's good." She said. "I'm almost done with Melanie's macaroni and cheese, so if you're still hungry, you can have some of it."

"No!" Melanie whined. "I want all the macawoni and teese!"

"It's okay," I told her. "I'm not that hungry."

Later that day I checked the clock: 6:09. It was about the time that I called Zoey everyday. But for some reason, I decided to call Rebecca that night; biggest mistake of my life.

"Hey, Chase." A familiar voice said from above me. I slammed my laptop shut.

"Zoey!" I shouted. Had she seen any of it?

A/N: UH OH! Did she? Only I know. Um, by the way, if y'all are wondering why I'm making so many new stories, it's because I have writer's block for Double Trouble and I feel bad. LOL. Plus, internet has been whack in my house so I have to do something in my spare time LOL. And...no hw this weekend! Well, hopefully you'll like this story. Um, expect some sort of other update within the next few days! REVIEW PEEPZ!

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