Fic: Remembering Sunday (Weevil/Lilly) R [1/1]
Title: Remembering Sunday
Author: katadee
Pairing/Character: Weevil/Lilly, Letitia Navarro, Aaron Echolls; mentions of Veronica, Logan, Chardo Navarro, Duncan, Celeste Kane, and Jake Kane.
Word Count: 1547, excluding the song lyrics.
Rating: R for one f-bomb.
Summary: The first time Eli Navarro considers marrying Lilly Kane is at lunchtime on a Monday.
Spoilers: Allusions to the entire first season (especially the finale), spoilers for 1.01 and 1.19
Warnings: Allusions to sex and and violence, cursing.
Disclaimer: I own neither Veronica Mars (or any of the characters, etc.) or the song Remembering Sunday by All Time Low. Please don't sue; I need that money for university.
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He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes
Started making his way past two in the morning
He hasn't been sober for days
He groans, his head spinning on it's axis as he quietly staggers out of the random girl's bed; the first of many nights that end this way. He slips on his boots and softly closes the front door behind him, making sure to leave no trace that he had ever been there. Wandering through the bleak streets of Neptune, he pulls a flask from his dark jacket. Black, like his past, future, and present. The moon was white, echoed by the one emblazoned on his flask, and it was the only light in the sky - the stars were gone tonight. It was strange that he was surprised.
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Leaning now into the breeze, remembering Sunday
He falls to his knees, they had breakfast together
But two eggs don't last like the feeling of what he needs
He sits at the kitchen table, his head resting on the stained surface. A steaming plate of chocolate chip cookies sits next to him where his grandmother has put them, but the china is the same as Lilly Kane had used when she ate breakfast with him two weeks ago, the day after they had hooked up for the first time. His grandma had just sighed, raised a disapproving eyebrow at her grandson and made the billionaire heiress some extra eggs. Lilly Kane had flashed her million-watt smile at her and devoured her breakfast, then led him outside and broke the speed limit on her way back to the Kane mansion.
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Now this place seems familiar to him
She pulled on his hand with a devilish grin
She led him upstairs, she led him upstairs
Left him dying to get in
She had sneaked him in the back door and hurried him upstairs, checking if the coast was clear before tugging him through her red bedroom door with a knowing smile on her face. He'd double-checked over his shoulder and willingly followed her, slipping his leather jacket off and letting it crumple to the floor.
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Forgive me, I'm trying to find
My calling, I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother, but have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm gonna ask her to marry me
The first time Eli Navarro considers marrying Lilly Kane is at lunchtime on a Monday, when he realizes her and Logan Echolls are still broken up - something about a girl and a kiss and a party. He stares at her over the quad, and when she notices him she gives him a small, secretive smile before turning back to Veronica Mars and continuing their conversation. When she hands him her pen on her way back to her seat at the back of the class he isn't really surprised to discover that half of it comes off in his hand and a tightly rolled tube of paper drops out. Meet me in the janitor's closet in ten minutes, her handwriting scrawls across the note, and he grins involuntarily and raises his hand, schooling his expression into one of boredom.
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And even though she doesn't believe in love
He's determined to call her bluff
Who could deny these butterflies?
They're filling his gut
The first time they have a serious conversation (if you could call it that), they're sitting in the backseat of her car, having just finished a heavy make-out session.
“Do you believe in love?” he asks, startling her. She stifles a giggle into the back of her hand.
“Jesus, Eli, way to keep up the tough biker image.” she snorts, rolling her eyes and flipping her hair in the way that would transform him into a puddle of goo if he'd been looking at her.
“Do you?” he presses her, undeterred by her sarcasm. She pauses, rather unnerved by his sincerity.
“No.” she answers, no hesitations. “Not for a second.” He nods slowly - he'd been expecting that - and looks down at her beautiful face, her mouth twisted in something that looks like pain. Before Eli can expand on the topic, she presses her lips to his and silently declares the subject closed.
And maybe when he mumbles something that sounds a little like an I love you into her mouth, she doesn't mind.
---Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces
He pleads though he tries
But he's only denied
Now he's dying to get inside
She looks beautiful, lying in the grass behind the school with her eyes closed, letting sunbeams fall across her face. He sits beside her silently, and she only realizes he's there when he shifts slightly and his shadow falls over her face. She cracks an eyelid open, then closes it again.
“You're blocking my sun.”
“Sorry.” He stands and moves to her other side. The light washes over her, and her hair glistens in golden illumination, but somehow she still manages to make him freeze with every tiny movement, every flutter of her eyelashes - he lives, bleeds, dies for her and she doesn't even know.
Maybe he should tell her.
“Marry me.”
“What?” She sits up, narrowing her eyes at him like he's playing some sick joke on her. Someone is, obviously, but it isn't him, never him.
“You heard me.” He presses his grandmother's ring into her palm. His hope sparks between them as his fingers brush her alabaster skin and she stares at him, speechless for once in her life. He is saved from elaborating when the bell rings and he saunters off to class, shaking to his very core.
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Forgive me, I'm trying to find
My calling, I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother, but have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm gonna ask her to marry me
He's picking his grandmother up from the Echolls' house when he catches sight of her. She's glancing around secretively as she slips into the pool house, her hair shimmering in a wheat curtain around her. It's the first time he's seen her in four days.
“Oh loveeer,” she calls seductively. Something inside of him shrivels and dies, but before he can react there's movement over his shoulder and Aaron Echolls is standing behind him.
“What do you want?” the movie-star asks, and Weevil (he hasn't been Eli for a few seconds now) blinks stupidly at him. Thankfully, Aaron seems to realize who he is and lets him through, nodding at Weevil's grandmother as she appears from behind the biker. “Well, don't steal the silver,” is Mr Echolls' choice of typical white-trash tasteless joke, but Weevil barely acknowledges him and brushes out of the door, taking Mrs Navarro by the hand and helping her wordlessly into Chardo's stolen-parts truck.
On a beach-In a stadium-At a car wash not so far away, thunder crashes overhead and it begins to rain.
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There's a neighbor said, she moved away
Funny how it rained all day
I didn't think much of it then
But it's starting to all make sense
The drive home is silent, excluding his grandmother's questions about his well-being, which he ignores. This, obviously, only fuels more, and Weevil's beginning to wish he'd made Chardo pick her up instead. His cousin needs to learn his place anyway. He pulls up outside the home they call a house, and as he's about to lose his temper with his grandmother -
“Is this about Lilly Kane?” she asks softly. And then he's sobbing into her lap, now utterly thankful Chardo had other things to do. Letitia shhh's him gently and strokes his shaking back, waiting until the last tear has soaked into her dress before letting him sit up and offering him a tissue. He declines, scrubbing at his eyes with the heels of his hands and instructing his grandmother that, if asked, she was to say that that conversation never happened. Weevil glanced up at the darkening sky and shrugged off his jacket, passing it to Letitia. She draped it over her shoulders and the pair made a run for the house.
Much like Weevil, the sky was weeping for Lilly Kane.
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Oh, I can see now
That all of these clouds are following me
In my desperate endeavor
To find my whoever, wherever she may be
He doesn't go to her funeral.
It would look strange, and would raise questions and probably bruises from Mars and Echolls respectively - Duncan Kane's been out of it ever since she was found a few days ago. Instead, he sits in a pine tree and watches the procession, ignoring the needles scratching at his skin and seriously considering picking off all the people who had never even talked to Lilly Kane with a rifle. He thinks of how much she would hate the sickly white lilies resting on the top of the oak box - he refuses to acknowledge it as a coffin - and how out of her true friends, only Mars is crying, Kane and Echolls both staring ahead with different kinds of vacancy in their eyes. He watches as Celeste's stony expression is marred by the tears running down her cheeks; anything but acknowledging the heart-wrenching sobs of Jake Kane and his daughter's name whispered under the breaths of many and the image of a bone-pale girl lying cocooned in a tasteful black dress, with red satin folding out of the crater in her skull -
He drops down from the tree and flees into the forest.
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I'm not coming back, I've done something so terrible
I'm terrified to speak but you'd expect that from me
I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt
Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair
And out of my mind, keeping an eye on the world
So many thousands of feet off the ground
I'm over you now, I'm at home in the clouds
Towering over your head
On October 10, he opens his mail for the first time since the world ended - after some gentle nudging from his grandmother - and finds a small package concealed within a brown envelope. The postmark is October 3, and the return address...
Well, that prompts him to go and throw up, and this cycle repeats several times before he can bring himself to open the packet. There's a letter that he doesn't read because she's dead and if he sees her scruffy handwriting again, he'll break down and he's the newly instated leader of a fucking motorcycle gang. That would mess up the natural order of things even beyond this apocalypse he's stuck in. So instead, Weevil drops the paper on the floor and kicks it under the bed, then forgets all about it. The tiny sliver of Eli that's still floating somewhere around his consciousness (yes, the one that just refuses to shut the hell up) puts it in his pocket for later. He goes to throw the envelope out, but a small diamond ring bounces onto his bedroom floor.
Maybe Lilly had cared, if only a little bit.
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Well I guess I'll go home now
I guess I'll go home now
I guess I'll go home now
I guess I'll go home
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