Thank god, Veronica was actually serious about getting the PS2. The whole buying spree the two of us went on was fairly incredible. I'm pretty sure that, in general, the spending of money was far more enjoyable than anything we've done in the last few days
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The world of private investigating and everything that came along with it was second nature to Veronica, just like it was second nature for me to have someone else around who just would possibly no better. I'd be rotting in a jail cell back in Neptune, there's no doubt about that. It was just for a crime that I couldn't have possibly committed.
Thinking back to that night on the bridge, I can think of so many other possibilities that night could have ended with. Holding a bloodied knife in my hand and looking across towards a dead kid my age was definitely not how I thought the night would end. Tumbling off the ledge of the bridge crossed my mind as well as throwing up from the drunken stupor I was in. Then again, I didn't exactly expect to hear the news that my dad had been having an affair with my dead girlfriend and then killed her to silence her from telling the tabloids. Considerably, the night went sour the moment Weevil and his gang turned up to beat the crap out of me.
Yeah, no wonder Keith Mars didn't particularly trust me.
Sure, he knew Veronica could handle herself in difficult situations, but he didn't want her to have to. That was the point. She was long beyond thinking she could recapture the things normal teens were supposed to do (for the most part) and that's exactly what Keith wanted for her. He wanted her to have every opportunity she possibly could have.
And maybe Keith Mars is an exception to that little voice inside that tells me that all parents have to be fucked completely. The only mistakes I've seen in plain sight were just to protect Veronica because she was what was important to him. She was what should be important. I have this little flash of the Lianne Mars/Aaron Echolls in my head and my stomach churns in discontent. If only other parent might take after that sort of example.
I feel a small smile pull at my cheeks as she said that I was going to be in her life no matter what her father said. I shook my head lightly, the look still wearing on my face. "I'm not worried," I reassured her, insisting. Keith forbidding me from seeing her was possibly the last thing on my mind and the last thing I ever think would actually separate us.
"He's really just going to have to learn to deal. Because love you, and I'm really not about to let you go again for anything."
I returned the soft kiss she gave me and brushed her cheek with my thumb. For a while - even when things were at their worst - I knew all I had was her. I don't think I could possibly need anything else. I know I don't want anything else. "Let go of me? You can't even get rid of me," I told her.
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I wasn't sure where his thoughts had wandered to, but he looked like the antithesis of happy for a few moments. I would have questioned it, but the smile returned to his face before I even had a chance. Besides, he probably didn't want to talk about whatever it was. If he did he would have said something.
"No reason you should be that I can see." I smiled back, "So...good." There really wasn't any reason at all for him to think I was about to let anybody or anything keep us apart.
"Well, I can't exactly argue that." I replied as he caressed my cheek gently with his thumb. He wasn't the one that walked away the first time. Even when we were being completely horrible to each other and denying how we felt he was still in my heart. "I may have broken up with you, but you were always there. Even when I tried to move on and get over you - well, it really didn't work, did it?" I asked softly.
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My fingers traced up her arm and wrist to intertwine my fingers with hers. I didn't exactly need the recount of things that had happened between us at this moment, nor did I want to exactly hear how I had stuck around her like a love sick puppy. The stuff was over with now and we were together. It probably didn't stop me putting Duncan in the same situation I had been. The two of us always did manage to screw the other over when it came to Veronica.
I have a horribly vivid memory of Veronica actually breaking up with me - for what? The second time? I had done the on again off again thing with Lilly and I wasn't looking for some repeat with Veronica. Not like anyone could actually guess that I wanted something stable in my life, after all, I had run after Kendall Casablancas (and succeeded with anything that came afterwards). It was just something to fill the time. Something to feel anything.
"Just don't like... try to get over me again, okay?" I sort of laugh at my own words before leaning in to kiss her softly. "I don't really want you to get over me." I didn't want her to have to. I didn't even want that as a thought because I didn't want to deal with trying to get over her again.
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