Everything, (Veronica Mars), (PG-13) POV
Title: Everything
Author: miss_v_mars
Characters/Parings: Veronica
Summary: Veronica’s POV takes place sometime after season 3
Total Word Count: 562
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: To be safe all of season three.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything having to do with Veronica Mars. All characters and places belong to Rob Thomas.
Author's Note: Just a ranting about love
People let you down. It’s like a fact of life, the same as the sky is blue, the grass is green. Everyone at one point in your life will let you down.
Love. Such a small word but it means so much. Everyone flings the word ‘love’ around. People pass it on to people like they pass on the flu. Infectious. Making you weak. Unless your immune system is up and running it hits you and you get the bug. Love bug. It’s funny I’ve heard that expression before but I’ve never stopped to really think about it. It fits. Sometimes the bite is only soft and you swat it away quickly before it can do any more damage and other times it catches you unaware and sinks its teeth into you and it’s too late to stop it. That’s when it hurts the most. That’s when you can’t shake it off. The feeling you get just by looking at him. His brown eyes bore holes in your body and you feel like he’s stripping you naked on the spot. And you try with all your might to hate it, but you can’t.
God there is so many types of love. Love for your family, your blood your DNA. Love for your friends, who are another type of family that has nothing to do with your genetics and last of all love for that special boy. Not lust. Head-over-heels, stand outside your window with a stereo, safe-your-life-a-thousand-times, epic love. Everyone can acknowledge the first two types of love but it’s the third that screws you up completely. Why is it always easier to forgive the first two types of love - family & friends than it is to forgive the third?
Maybe it’s because if you let them in further enough they see your everything. Heart, soul, wants, needs and desires. Once they’ve seen everything you can never reclaim it back. They’ve already taken the key to your heart and made a copy.
Love is a strong word, I don’t throw it around and the only person who has ever heard it apart from my family is Logan. But then again Logan is my family. And my friend. He’s my special boy to so I guess that makes him my everything. That scares me. To label him something so big, to suggest he has all this power over me - over my world. That he could cause it to come crashing down on me at any moment. But I’m working on that, my insecurity. Some days it’s harder than others, when he screws up a little there is still this part of me that wants to run for the hills and never look back and I can feel the guards go up and the poison arrows of sarcasm and quips on my tongue ready to be fired into enemy territory. But I am my own worst enemy. See I am learning. It’s these stupid self help books that Logan’s got me reading. Stuff like “See inside your soul” and “The road to self discovery”. I refused to read that last one because I already know who I am. I am Keith Mars's kickass action figure daughter, Lily’s soul sister, Duncan’s friend and first love, Wallace’s BFF, Mac’s partner in crime, Dicks acquaintance (no matter how many times he insists we’re friends) and Logan’s……………………… everything.