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Logan Echolls is a bastard.
And you hate yourself for not having realized that before, for having thought he was funny, for standing just behind him as he spewed ugly words like razor wire, slicing through anyone that crossed him, you, Lilly, Duncan. The smirking squire to Duncan's white knight, your second-string protector. Words are his weapon of choice, and you'd liked that just fine before you'd felt the bullets in your own flesh. You'd been his laughing accomplice, just another goon in his brute squad, perfectly willing to hate anyone just because Logan did.
....
And it doesn't matter if he always fed Backup under the table when no one was looking, or passed you notes in American History that made it so hard not to laugh out loud that your ribs ached, or that every time you liked a CD he'd bought, you'd find a burned copy in your backpack the next day.
It doesn't matter that after your Mom forgot to pick you up at school a few times, the Echolls' driver had started arriving precisely twenty minutes late, every single day. Or the time he'd let Lilly put makeup on him and swanned around the poolhouse singing "I Feel Pretty" while Duncan had groaned in horror and you'd laughed in delight. Or the way you'd always split your Skittles, because he hated anything grape-flavored and you really, really loved the orange ones.
This is how I picture Logan before the series began .... I really, really need lots more L,V,L,D fanfic. I just want some fun fic of the 4 of them hanging out.
And I am going to begin my VM fanfic recs soon. You know I have to.
And you hate yourself for not having realized that before, for having thought he was funny, for standing just behind him as he spewed ugly words like razor wire, slicing through anyone that crossed him, you, Lilly, Duncan. The smirking squire to Duncan's white knight, your second-string protector. Words are his weapon of choice, and you'd liked that just fine before you'd felt the bullets in your own flesh. You'd been his laughing accomplice, just another goon in his brute squad, perfectly willing to hate anyone just because Logan did.
....
And it doesn't matter if he always fed Backup under the table when no one was looking, or passed you notes in American History that made it so hard not to laugh out loud that your ribs ached, or that every time you liked a CD he'd bought, you'd find a burned copy in your backpack the next day.
It doesn't matter that after your Mom forgot to pick you up at school a few times, the Echolls' driver had started arriving precisely twenty minutes late, every single day. Or the time he'd let Lilly put makeup on him and swanned around the poolhouse singing "I Feel Pretty" while Duncan had groaned in horror and you'd laughed in delight. Or the way you'd always split your Skittles, because he hated anything grape-flavored and you really, really loved the orange ones.
This is how I picture Logan before the series began .... I really, really need lots more L,V,L,D fanfic. I just want some fun fic of the 4 of them hanging out.
And I am going to begin my VM fanfic recs soon. You know I have to.