Breathe Me, Veronica/Logan.
Title: Breathe Me
By: catalysia
Author’s Notes: Written for the Cheesy Love Song ficathon over at cheesy_love. The song challenge was “Something To Talk About” by Bonnie Raitt. While I’m not a fan of the particular genre, I think it fit the fic extremely well. This is the first fiction regarding anything Veronica Mars, so please don’t be disappointed if it isn’t snarky enough for anyone’s particular tastes.
Distribution: If you ask first, I'll probably say yes.
Summary: No matter how hard she tries, Veronica just can’t seem to get Logan out of her head.
Rating: Anything you'd see on the actual show, so probably suitable for anyone at the designated age group.
Pairing: Logan/Veronica, with mentions of Duncan/Veronica & Veronica/Lily friendship.
Spoilers: Everything up to the current aired episode, “Look Who’s Stalking”.
Feedback: Any feedback, constructive criticism or otherwise, is always welcome.
People are talkin, talking ’bout people
I hear them whisper, you won’t believe it
They think we’re lovers kept under covers
I just ignore it, but they keep saying
Cheesy love songs. Why is it that every girl constantly insinuates the stereotype that one must listen to melodramatic love songs once they’ve broken up with a boy?
Weird as it may be, I’ve never felt the need to break out that old CD of music that painfully reminds a girl of her current frame of mind. I don’t even eat ice cream during my depression.
No. I do what needs to be done. I focus on two things: work and school. They keep me motivated.
We laugh just a little too loud
We stand just a little too close
We stare just a little too long
Maybe they’re seeing, something we don’t, darlin’
Country music; the music of pain. Whoever said that this is how I would spending my time on a Friday evening was aware of my boyfriend-less state. Drastic measures call for drastic actions.
Let’s give them something to talk about
Let’s give them something to talk about
Let’s give them something to talk about
How about love?
Love. Is that what they call that feeling in your gut which reeks of betrayal? He’d told me once I smelled of promises and marshmallows. Was that just another ploy to make me feel something other than loneliness and annoyance towards the man I’d barely seen socially in months?
I feel so foolish, I never noticed
You’d act so nervous, could you be falling for me?
It took a rumor to make me wonder
Now I’m convinced I’m going under
I know now that Duncan was a phase. I think I’d tried for so long to believe that my breakup with Logan was anything besides disaster that turning to Duncan became a normality. He was the one constant that seemed to get me through the moments of sorrow during solving Lily’s murder.
It was those moments of believing that if I could erase history that everything would magically fade away. I’d become Veronica Mars again, girlfriend of Neptune’s prodigy child, Duncan Kane.
Thinking ’bout you every day
Dreaming ’bout you every night
Hoping that you feel the same way
Now that we know it, let’s really show it, darlin’
Realization has forced me to recognize the fact that I was in a rock and a hard place. To believe that Duncan was my true love, if there is such a thing, was a homage to Lily. By remaining as Duncan’s significant other, I was honoring Lily’s memory.
Let’s give them something to talk about
Let’s give them something to talk about
Let’s give them something to talk about
How about love?
I know now she’d tell me to look inside myself and tell me to follow my intuition. Though she put on that rich-girl façade, she was merely a lost soul, trying to find a way to rid herself of a life she’d always been persecuted for.
Let’s give them something to talk about
A little mystery to figure out
Let’s give them something to talk about
How about love, love, love, love?
I find myself dialing Logan’s number, a set of numbers I’ve memorized by heart. Last time, I found myself stuck between loving Logan & staying with Duncan.
Matters of the heart have never been easy, including mine. However, in our lives there comes a point where we must decide once and for all, the choice to do what’s right.
My choice is simple. Loving Logan or deserting a future I know I can’t survive without.
Let’s give them something to talk about
Let’s give them something to talk about
Let’s give them something to talk about
How about love, love, love, love?
His voice always has that softened rasp to it. Inwardly, I have to smile at the way he turns a response.
“I love you, Logan Echolls,” I respond before clicking a dial tone.
Life is never easy, but sometimes it’s those complications that turn our entire beings into the people we were always destined to be.
-Fin
By: catalysia
Author’s Notes: Written for the Cheesy Love Song ficathon over at cheesy_love. The song challenge was “Something To Talk About” by Bonnie Raitt. While I’m not a fan of the particular genre, I think it fit the fic extremely well. This is the first fiction regarding anything Veronica Mars, so please don’t be disappointed if it isn’t snarky enough for anyone’s particular tastes.
Distribution: If you ask first, I'll probably say yes.
Summary: No matter how hard she tries, Veronica just can’t seem to get Logan out of her head.
Rating: Anything you'd see on the actual show, so probably suitable for anyone at the designated age group.
Pairing: Logan/Veronica, with mentions of Duncan/Veronica & Veronica/Lily friendship.
Spoilers: Everything up to the current aired episode, “Look Who’s Stalking”.
Feedback: Any feedback, constructive criticism or otherwise, is always welcome.
People are talkin, talking ’bout people
I hear them whisper, you won’t believe it
They think we’re lovers kept under covers
I just ignore it, but they keep saying
Cheesy love songs. Why is it that every girl constantly insinuates the stereotype that one must listen to melodramatic love songs once they’ve broken up with a boy?
Weird as it may be, I’ve never felt the need to break out that old CD of music that painfully reminds a girl of her current frame of mind. I don’t even eat ice cream during my depression.
No. I do what needs to be done. I focus on two things: work and school. They keep me motivated.
We laugh just a little too loud
We stand just a little too close
We stare just a little too long
Maybe they’re seeing, something we don’t, darlin’
Country music; the music of pain. Whoever said that this is how I would spending my time on a Friday evening was aware of my boyfriend-less state. Drastic measures call for drastic actions.
Let’s give them something to talk about
Let’s give them something to talk about
Let’s give them something to talk about
How about love?
Love. Is that what they call that feeling in your gut which reeks of betrayal? He’d told me once I smelled of promises and marshmallows. Was that just another ploy to make me feel something other than loneliness and annoyance towards the man I’d barely seen socially in months?
I feel so foolish, I never noticed
You’d act so nervous, could you be falling for me?
It took a rumor to make me wonder
Now I’m convinced I’m going under
I know now that Duncan was a phase. I think I’d tried for so long to believe that my breakup with Logan was anything besides disaster that turning to Duncan became a normality. He was the one constant that seemed to get me through the moments of sorrow during solving Lily’s murder.
It was those moments of believing that if I could erase history that everything would magically fade away. I’d become Veronica Mars again, girlfriend of Neptune’s prodigy child, Duncan Kane.
Thinking ’bout you every day
Dreaming ’bout you every night
Hoping that you feel the same way
Now that we know it, let’s really show it, darlin’
Realization has forced me to recognize the fact that I was in a rock and a hard place. To believe that Duncan was my true love, if there is such a thing, was a homage to Lily. By remaining as Duncan’s significant other, I was honoring Lily’s memory.
Let’s give them something to talk about
Let’s give them something to talk about
Let’s give them something to talk about
How about love?
I know now she’d tell me to look inside myself and tell me to follow my intuition. Though she put on that rich-girl façade, she was merely a lost soul, trying to find a way to rid herself of a life she’d always been persecuted for.
Let’s give them something to talk about
A little mystery to figure out
Let’s give them something to talk about
How about love, love, love, love?
I find myself dialing Logan’s number, a set of numbers I’ve memorized by heart. Last time, I found myself stuck between loving Logan & staying with Duncan.
Matters of the heart have never been easy, including mine. However, in our lives there comes a point where we must decide once and for all, the choice to do what’s right.
My choice is simple. Loving Logan or deserting a future I know I can’t survive without.
Let’s give them something to talk about
Let’s give them something to talk about
Let’s give them something to talk about
How about love, love, love, love?
His voice always has that softened rasp to it. Inwardly, I have to smile at the way he turns a response.
“I love you, Logan Echolls,” I respond before clicking a dial tone.
Life is never easy, but sometimes it’s those complications that turn our entire beings into the people we were always destined to be.
-Fin