A Life That Feels So Good CH 1
A Veronica Mars FanFic
Rating: R (or could be PG-13, but I'll say R to be on the safe side)
Summary: Logan struggles with his secret relationship (mostly Logan's point of view)
Spoilers: This story takes place after Episode 18 and goes from there
Notes: There are things that I have read will possibly come up, so what happens in my story are guesses as to what will happen. Also, I started writing this, on paper, after the 18th episode and some of the things coming up in my story happened in the 20th episode. (This is my first fic, so be gentle. I cannot figure out how to link to my feedback page, but there is one.)
Disclaimer: UPN, Rob Thomas, et al. You know, the usual suspects. They own these characters, not I.
First Listed on LoVe is in The Air Fan Forum
CHAPTER ONE: "I Fucked Up"
He kicked himself over and over again. "It was just a 'thank you' kiss, you jack ass." He had already told himself this many times over the past hours. He had not slept a wink and school was in an hour or so. He had kept reliving yesterday afternoon's events. He, Logan Echolls, had come to Veronica Mars' rescue after thinking she was being kidnapped by a psycho who turned out to be a federal agent. Only he learned that little fact after he took out his fear, frustration, and over protective anger out on said agent's face. Thankfully Veronica was Veronica and convinced Detective Ben to forget about the fact that Logan had beat his face to a near pulp. Ben gave up all the facts to Veronica, but only after he insisted Logan leave the room. He waited impatiently outside the door feeling as if he were going to throw up at any moment. After what felt like hours, Veronica came out and gave him a "thank you" kiss, but missed and hit the corner of his mouth. However, instead of feeling as if he were being thanked, he felt pleasure. And that feeling hit him like a mack truck. He blinked several times, almost as if he were trying to come out of a dream. But it wasn't a dream, and Veronica was starting to walk away. As if someone else were acting for him, he pulled her closer and kissed her. She felt so good in his arms. He was swimming in her and once his brain took back over she was running to her car. He, still, after many hours of dwelling on it, isn't exactly sure what happened. He brought himself back to reality and kicked himself again. "Shit, I fucked up! We were just starting to become friends again, and I fucked it all up. I fucked up," he said to himself in the mirror. He dialed her number, but never hit send. He had already done this about ten times, or so. School was not too far off, so he left his house without breakfast or even changing clothes.