orange lines - weevil/mac - pg
Title: orange lines
Summary: going to visit Eli Navarro in jail seemed like a good idea at the time.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Weevil/Mac
Word Count: 1260
Warning: a hint of swearing, second-person POV, season two finale spoilers
Note: Written for
jerib_78 for the Veronica Mars Unconventional Pairing Ficathon, who requested Weevil/Mac (or Weevil/Veronica) non-platonic with no forgetting of the Beaver. I'm pretty sure I met that. :)
You can honestly say you never saw this coming.
It’s easy to say it started because you were bored. Which you were. You were bored; but you were also absolutely fed up with the pity that everyone smothered you with. You were looking for something more tangible, something more real. Going to visit Eli Navarro in jail seemed like a good idea at the time.
At the time, you definitely never saw this coming. Not in a million years.
-
You really don’t know what compelled you to drive thirty miles off the PCH to the jail to visit Eli. He’s not your friend - you barely even know anything about him other then the green of his car is a lot like yours and he is really bad at algebra. Maybe it was the way he smiled at you on Graduation Day; unknowing of his fate. Maybe it was the way his warm arms enfolded you in a hug after he got his grade back for his algebra finale; thankful at you for such a small amount of help. Maybe it was because if there is one person you know who won’t look at you with so much fucking pity - it’s Eli.
You step out of your car, straightening your best black blouse, and decide to stop justifying your actions - they’re just giving you a headache.
-
He’s surprised to see you; and you’re not surprised by that. A shared nod through the glass pane separating you, and he picks up his phone to grunt a greeting at you.
“Sure as hell wasn’t expecting you to come visit me, Mackenzie. Don’t you have some computer nerds to hassle or somethin’?” he slurs. You stare blankly at him for what seems like years, and after a moment he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “Look, I know I look great in orange, but staring’s rude.”
For the first time in weeks, you crack a smile.
-
He knows about Cassidy. Word travels fast - especially when you have cable tv. He shrugs off the subject with a heartfelt condolence, which is exactly why you came here you tell yourself. Because it’s just that - something you need to shrug off. You can’t carry the burden of Cassidy anymore, it’s too much and your drowning in it. Eli pulls you up for air and you can breathe again.
-
“Y’know Mackenzie, I reckon if you got yourself some orange streaks to match my oh-so-lovely jumpsuit, we’d make a pretty striking team.” You laugh through the prison phone; it seems so silly at the time.
You stop at the drugstore on the way home to buy bleach and pumpkin-shaded hair dye.
-
You visit him once more, weeks later, just before you’re due to start college at Hearst. You should be packing your belongings; Veronica and Logan are coming to help take your stuff to your dorm tomorrow. But instead, you hop in your Beetle and drive to visit Eli. When he smirks and comments on your lovely new streaks, you get an odd twisting feeling in your gut.
It’s different, but it’s nice in a way.
It’s scary too.
You excuse yourself long before your hour is up, and twist your hands nervously in your lap as you sit in your car in the jail’s parking lot. You decide not to visit Eli again - he’s obviously making you feel uncomfortable.
Yup, it’s very easy to lie to yourself when everything else in your life is a lie anyway.
-
Months pass before you see him again - and it’s the most random thing you could think of. You just happen upon him in a bar just outside of Neptune on one of your many quests to get plastered using the fake ID you acquired from Veronica. You’ve been doing that a lot - getting drunk. It’s a great way to make yourself feel better, you’ve discovered. Eli smirks at you from down the bar as you chug down your vodka and lime, and you can’t help but feel tingly. The odd twisting from your last visit to the jail is back, and damn it feels even better then you remember.
You realize in that moment that you are utterly screwed. You also realize you don’t care; you’re too far gone by that point.
-
He got off early on good behavior. Veronica had told you they couldn’t really pin Thumper’s murder on him anyway, so they just gave him a year on assault and battery; and Cliff had helped him get out of that. You smile and tell him you’re glad, and just leave it at that. Simple.
You like things to be simple. Later you realize how stupid you’d been - things are never that simple and you should really know that by now. This is Neptune after all.
-
He takes you back to your dorm - your roommate isn’t there, she’s probably out at some lame frat party or something you slur at him. You’re utterly wasted by now, but really buzzed and that feels great. Any thoughts about dead boyfriends or tingly feelings have pretty much faded out - and all you can really give any thought to is the fact that a really hot ex-convict is helping you change into your ratty old sweatshirt and slipping you into your bed.
It’s really too bad you fall asleep before you get a chance to kiss him goodnight.
-
Once the killer hangover fades, all that’s really left is a lot of embarrassment. You skip your psych class - knowing Veronica will probably hunt you down and murder you later because she hates being left with Dick in Psych 101 - and go down to the drugstore. For the second time in six months, you buy orange hair dye.
You stop by Eli’s house the next day, your hair streaked orange again, and you decide orange could easily become your favourite colour if it makes him smile that much. That makes you smile too; and you can’t resist pecking a kiss on his cheek.
This feels so right it makes you shiver right down to your toes. You hate how cliché that sounds, but it’s true and you can’t fight the truth because it’ll always catch up with you. You learnt that indirectly from Cassidy.
-
You don’t kiss him. It isn’t like that with Eli. It isn’t an epic love; it isn’t anything tragic or magnificent. It is what it is and you’ll just leave it at that.
It’s much simpler that way. Yeah, you like simple; you like it a lot.
-
You don’t expect him to turn up at your dorm the next day. He looks uncomfortable, sitting on your bed. You kinda wanna crawl up in a ball and die from embarrassment - but you just stand there like an awkward idiot and listen to Eli instead.
“Look, Mackenzie, this just is what it is, alright? I ain’t interested in anything more; I just can’t, you hear?” Eli rants, getting up from your bed and kinda half-stomping towards you. You want to agree, but you don’t really understand what the hell is going on, so you just stare at him with a fairly blank look.
So he kisses you.
His long fingers thread through your brown and orange hair, and you wrap your arms around his neck, and it’s nice. It’s normal. It feels right in some way; you really try not to question that feeling.
Yup, this can just be what it is; that’s more then fine with you. You smile, and kiss him again.
Summary: going to visit Eli Navarro in jail seemed like a good idea at the time.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Weevil/Mac
Word Count: 1260
Warning: a hint of swearing, second-person POV, season two finale spoilers
Note: Written for
jerib_78 for the Veronica Mars Unconventional Pairing Ficathon, who requested Weevil/Mac (or Weevil/Veronica) non-platonic with no forgetting of the Beaver. I'm pretty sure I met that. :)
You can honestly say you never saw this coming.
It’s easy to say it started because you were bored. Which you were. You were bored; but you were also absolutely fed up with the pity that everyone smothered you with. You were looking for something more tangible, something more real. Going to visit Eli Navarro in jail seemed like a good idea at the time.
At the time, you definitely never saw this coming. Not in a million years.
-
You really don’t know what compelled you to drive thirty miles off the PCH to the jail to visit Eli. He’s not your friend - you barely even know anything about him other then the green of his car is a lot like yours and he is really bad at algebra. Maybe it was the way he smiled at you on Graduation Day; unknowing of his fate. Maybe it was the way his warm arms enfolded you in a hug after he got his grade back for his algebra finale; thankful at you for such a small amount of help. Maybe it was because if there is one person you know who won’t look at you with so much fucking pity - it’s Eli.
You step out of your car, straightening your best black blouse, and decide to stop justifying your actions - they’re just giving you a headache.
-
He’s surprised to see you; and you’re not surprised by that. A shared nod through the glass pane separating you, and he picks up his phone to grunt a greeting at you.
“Sure as hell wasn’t expecting you to come visit me, Mackenzie. Don’t you have some computer nerds to hassle or somethin’?” he slurs. You stare blankly at him for what seems like years, and after a moment he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “Look, I know I look great in orange, but staring’s rude.”
For the first time in weeks, you crack a smile.
-
He knows about Cassidy. Word travels fast - especially when you have cable tv. He shrugs off the subject with a heartfelt condolence, which is exactly why you came here you tell yourself. Because it’s just that - something you need to shrug off. You can’t carry the burden of Cassidy anymore, it’s too much and your drowning in it. Eli pulls you up for air and you can breathe again.
-
“Y’know Mackenzie, I reckon if you got yourself some orange streaks to match my oh-so-lovely jumpsuit, we’d make a pretty striking team.” You laugh through the prison phone; it seems so silly at the time.
You stop at the drugstore on the way home to buy bleach and pumpkin-shaded hair dye.
-
You visit him once more, weeks later, just before you’re due to start college at Hearst. You should be packing your belongings; Veronica and Logan are coming to help take your stuff to your dorm tomorrow. But instead, you hop in your Beetle and drive to visit Eli. When he smirks and comments on your lovely new streaks, you get an odd twisting feeling in your gut.
It’s different, but it’s nice in a way.
It’s scary too.
You excuse yourself long before your hour is up, and twist your hands nervously in your lap as you sit in your car in the jail’s parking lot. You decide not to visit Eli again - he’s obviously making you feel uncomfortable.
Yup, it’s very easy to lie to yourself when everything else in your life is a lie anyway.
-
Months pass before you see him again - and it’s the most random thing you could think of. You just happen upon him in a bar just outside of Neptune on one of your many quests to get plastered using the fake ID you acquired from Veronica. You’ve been doing that a lot - getting drunk. It’s a great way to make yourself feel better, you’ve discovered. Eli smirks at you from down the bar as you chug down your vodka and lime, and you can’t help but feel tingly. The odd twisting from your last visit to the jail is back, and damn it feels even better then you remember.
You realize in that moment that you are utterly screwed. You also realize you don’t care; you’re too far gone by that point.
-
He got off early on good behavior. Veronica had told you they couldn’t really pin Thumper’s murder on him anyway, so they just gave him a year on assault and battery; and Cliff had helped him get out of that. You smile and tell him you’re glad, and just leave it at that. Simple.
You like things to be simple. Later you realize how stupid you’d been - things are never that simple and you should really know that by now. This is Neptune after all.
-
He takes you back to your dorm - your roommate isn’t there, she’s probably out at some lame frat party or something you slur at him. You’re utterly wasted by now, but really buzzed and that feels great. Any thoughts about dead boyfriends or tingly feelings have pretty much faded out - and all you can really give any thought to is the fact that a really hot ex-convict is helping you change into your ratty old sweatshirt and slipping you into your bed.
It’s really too bad you fall asleep before you get a chance to kiss him goodnight.
-
Once the killer hangover fades, all that’s really left is a lot of embarrassment. You skip your psych class - knowing Veronica will probably hunt you down and murder you later because she hates being left with Dick in Psych 101 - and go down to the drugstore. For the second time in six months, you buy orange hair dye.
You stop by Eli’s house the next day, your hair streaked orange again, and you decide orange could easily become your favourite colour if it makes him smile that much. That makes you smile too; and you can’t resist pecking a kiss on his cheek.
This feels so right it makes you shiver right down to your toes. You hate how cliché that sounds, but it’s true and you can’t fight the truth because it’ll always catch up with you. You learnt that indirectly from Cassidy.
-
You don’t kiss him. It isn’t like that with Eli. It isn’t an epic love; it isn’t anything tragic or magnificent. It is what it is and you’ll just leave it at that.
It’s much simpler that way. Yeah, you like simple; you like it a lot.
-
You don’t expect him to turn up at your dorm the next day. He looks uncomfortable, sitting on your bed. You kinda wanna crawl up in a ball and die from embarrassment - but you just stand there like an awkward idiot and listen to Eli instead.
“Look, Mackenzie, this just is what it is, alright? I ain’t interested in anything more; I just can’t, you hear?” Eli rants, getting up from your bed and kinda half-stomping towards you. You want to agree, but you don’t really understand what the hell is going on, so you just stare at him with a fairly blank look.
So he kisses you.
His long fingers thread through your brown and orange hair, and you wrap your arms around his neck, and it’s nice. It’s normal. It feels right in some way; you really try not to question that feeling.
Yup, this can just be what it is; that’s more then fine with you. You smile, and kiss him again.