If I had known that Veronica's reaction to me kissing her would be ravishing me right back, despite the fact that she had just broken up with Duncan, I quite possibly would have kissed her a lot sooner
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I couldn't help but grin as I spotted the sign on the bathroom door as I headed towards my locker. It wasn't really out of order. I knew that handwriting well enough to know Logan was waiting for me inside.
Skipping the stop at my locker I headed straight into the washroom. The one bright spot in the whole weekend was Wallace showing up just before Midnight on New Years. I hadn't really talked to my dad much. We'd talked, but not about anything at all, really. I'd have to try and fix that after school.
"I don't think I've ever been so happy to be at school as I am this morning." I said with a smile as I pulled the door to behind me and jammed it closed. "Though, I don't think it's so much school as seeing you."
I looked up as the door opened from sitting on one of the counters, beside a sink. Still too clean. For a school, one would think. Though the girl's graffiti had been fairly entertaining for about ten minutes. Then one had to realize that it all pretty much said the same thing.
Slipping off the counter, I went to tug Veronica closer and kiss her lightly on the mouth. Standard morning girlfriend greeting. Though there really wasn't any way she was going to miss bruises on either Duncan or me. Not especially when the bruises were already turning different colors. "I think I can firmly echo the wanting to see you rather than being at school. Hey, this is definitely why I got up in the morning."
"Though, I'm trying to figure out who thinks Weevil is hot." I motioned with a sardonic smirk to the scribbling beside the mirror.
I couldn't help but think of Lilly at that moment. Though I'm pretty sure that there would have been many more expletives in her bathroom wall writing.
I smiled as he pulled me closer to him and we kissed. God, it was ridiculous how much I had missed him. I couldn't deal with 48 hours of not even seeing him? How did that happen? When did that happen
( ... )
"Happy new year," I nodded to her with a reluctant breath. "Let's just say that we're talking even less than we already did and that's a feat." It really was. To think that Duncan and I could possibly be talking less was just painful. And it wasn't the only time we'd fought like that, Veronica knew that
( ... )
"See, now the signs, they make things much simpler. Put everything into nice broad categories. Though if you ask me, some of them have entirely too many things in them." I commented. "Like, Soup. Why is there like an entire aisle that's seemingly endless different kinds of soup? I'm pretty sure there's more variety in soup than there is in the entire pre-made breakfast food genre." I shook my head slightly. This was why lists where helpful. Knowing what you want when you wade into the endless sea of options is good
( ... )
"I think I'm more going for if it looks good and I think I'll like it I'll put it in the cart." I commented to her. What other way was that going to work? It was just shopping, I mean it couldn't be so utterly complicated
( ... )
"Well, that's one way to go about it." I agreed with a smile. "This just a free for all or is there an intention to plan meals of some kind?" I asked. This was definitely going to be the most entertaining trip to the grocery store in a while.
His suggestive smirk didn't go unnoticed. We were going to end up so completely distracted as soon as we got somewhere private, weren't we?
"Whenever I'm actually able to do that without my dad freaking out." I nodded, giving his hand a squeeze as we headed to where the carts were and got one. I knew my dad would come around sooner or later.
It just felt like it was going to be much later at the moment, which was so annoying and painful. Sure, I broke the rules, but at least I was responsible in the process and owned up to the fact that I broke them. Apparently that didn't even begin to balance the scales though. What happened this weekend and the Felix Toombs investigation should be completely separate things that I'm in trouble for though, not one giant thing that stripped me of freedom
( ... )
I shrugged towards Veronica at that. Going down each aisle and picking up things that sounded good would have been my way to go about things here
( ... )
"I think you may have answered you're own question there." I smiled, "And you can have Sour Patch Kids for dessert after lunch, couldn't you?" I pointed out. He could pair them off with actual food
( ... )
"Trina collected Dad's Golden Globe that survived from the fire," I told Veronica, kissing her lightly once more with a sort of shrug before separating from her. "I guess we can pretty much chuck my dad's stuff. There's nothing I want of his," I insisted quietly. "I don't know, we can sell it on eBay or something. Just put it in a box." - And toss it away out of sight so I didn't have to see my dad's collection of belts or feel like my mom was still existing here just because her stuff was still around
( ... )
"Even so, it needs to come out, right? And like you said, eBay's always an option. Or you can leave it at the Goodwill, or the dump. Whatever you want. It just needs to not be here, right?" I questioned. "I do get it, Logan." I told him, my tone gentle. Getting it out and not having to look at it all would make being here much easier for him.
"I'll clear out your mom's stuff." I said, pulling open one of the drawers and pulling out a stack the perfectly folded clothes and moving them to the box. No way had my drawers ever been that tidy. Moving on to the next stack, it felt a little heavier when I went to move it, which made sense as soon as an unmarked VHS tape tumbled out of the pile and into the drawer
( ... )
I knew Veronica got it. She was probably the only one who'd ever see me this way. There was possibly only two people in the world that I'd ever do this with - clean out this stuff with - and one of them had separated himself completely from my life. The other was right here for every moment I could smell the cologne my dad used or the scent of my mom still lingering on her clothing
( ... )
"Logan..." I sighed when he pushed himself away. I could practically see him trying to form this wall, shut me out, isolate himself for the sole purpose of having nobody around to even notice, never mind care, if he became his father.
I wish I could say I was even a little bit surprised by it. Except that I wasn't. It was basically what had happened in the summer, too. Things spun out of control, became too much, and instead of dealing he pushed and I ran. I wouldn't - couldn't do that this time
( ... )
I would end up hating myself forever if I ever hurt her - ever. I'd told her that more than once. I can't stand the thought of hurting you when all I want to do is protect you. I didn't want to be handed these cards of self-doubt. I just wanted to be with her and know that things were going to be alright. There was a good portion of the time that I couldn't see what Veronica saw in me. Lilly saw her bad boyfriend. The one that loved her and the one that would do next to everything just to make her happy. With Veronica it was different. The relationship was different. I wasn't that guy to her and for the longest time I spent time deciding to make her miserable
( ... )
"You won't." I stated simply. At least one of us should believe in him, right now he clearly didn't. But then, it wasn't exactly people gave him much of a chance to think there was anything worth believing in
( ... )
Veronica believed in me and that was all that really mattered at this point. She was the one that saw the alternative and went against what the general populace refused to see. She defended her father when he prosecuted Jake Kane - even I joined on that bandwagon to blame her though. That was through the pressure of Lilly's death and what ever the other Kanes were going through. Nothing else matter but making sure that Duncan was okay. Things changed, didn't they?
I believe Veronica more when she says that I won't. I believe it because she believes it though. There's no doubt and no hesitation to her voice. It's that simple 'Veronica knows what she wants' voice that she has. No argument.
I closed my eyes at her words, suck in a breath and nod towards her. I wanted to get past all these ideas and this entire conversation. I wanted to be past the fact that we just saw something scarring on that tape.
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Skipping the stop at my locker I headed straight into the washroom. The one bright spot in the whole weekend was Wallace showing up just before Midnight on New Years. I hadn't really talked to my dad much. We'd talked, but not about anything at all, really. I'd have to try and fix that after school.
"I don't think I've ever been so happy to be at school as I am this morning." I said with a smile as I pulled the door to behind me and jammed it closed. "Though, I don't think it's so much school as seeing you."
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Slipping off the counter, I went to tug Veronica closer and kiss her lightly on the mouth. Standard morning girlfriend greeting. Though there really wasn't any way she was going to miss bruises on either Duncan or me. Not especially when the bruises were already turning different colors. "I think I can firmly echo the wanting to see you rather than being at school. Hey, this is definitely why I got up in the morning."
"Though, I'm trying to figure out who thinks Weevil is hot." I motioned with a sardonic smirk to the scribbling beside the mirror.
I couldn't help but think of Lilly at that moment. Though I'm pretty sure that there would have been many more expletives in her bathroom wall writing.
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His suggestive smirk didn't go unnoticed. We were going to end up so completely distracted as soon as we got somewhere private, weren't we?
"Whenever I'm actually able to do that without my dad freaking out." I nodded, giving his hand a squeeze as we headed to where the carts were and got one. I knew my dad would come around sooner or later.
It just felt like it was going to be much later at the moment, which was so annoying and painful. Sure, I broke the rules, but at least I was responsible in the process and owned up to the fact that I broke them. Apparently that didn't even begin to balance the scales though. What happened this weekend and the Felix Toombs investigation should be completely separate things that I'm in trouble for though, not one giant thing that stripped me of freedom ( ... )
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"I'll clear out your mom's stuff." I said, pulling open one of the drawers and pulling out a stack the perfectly folded clothes and moving them to the box. No way had my drawers ever been that tidy. Moving on to the next stack, it felt a little heavier when I went to move it, which made sense as soon as an unmarked VHS tape tumbled out of the pile and into the drawer ( ... )
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I wish I could say I was even a little bit surprised by it. Except that I wasn't. It was basically what had happened in the summer, too. Things spun out of control, became too much, and instead of dealing he pushed and I ran. I wouldn't - couldn't do that this time ( ... )
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I believe Veronica more when she says that I won't. I believe it because she believes it though. There's no doubt and no hesitation to her voice. It's that simple 'Veronica knows what she wants' voice that she has. No argument.
I closed my eyes at her words, suck in a breath and nod towards her. I wanted to get past all these ideas and this entire conversation. I wanted to be past the fact that we just saw something scarring on that tape.
"We're okay," I agreed quietly.
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