What the hell just happened? How did we get to this?

[renewedsoul_v]

"Right, I don't have to prove anything to you? This is why we went from being almost happy all things considered to barreling full speed into an argument? I'm so sure." I rolled my eyes, getting up as he pulled his arm from around me. Getting dressed seemed like a plan. Not being in the same bed with him seemed like the better one right now. I was

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[logan_echolls]

“Yeah, believe it or not you don’t have anything to prove to me,” I shot back towards her - wondering for a moment why within this whole argument with her I was both defending her and just wishing that she could understand why I was so upset over her. I mean, I’d been there. I’d waited for her and she chose Duncan again and it felt like nothing we’d done had ever mattered. She didn’t get it. She couldn’t possibly know how painful it was to have a bedroom opposite or her and Duncan when I was still in love with her. She didn’t know that that was the only place I had left. How could she? There’s only one reason I would ever put myself through all of that

[renewedsoul_v]

"Fine. I don't. Whatever you say." I threw my hands up. "If you say I don't have anything to prove, who am I to argue?" I asked, though even as I did I couldn't shake the fact that Logan, despite his saying I didn't have to prove anything, wanted me to prove to him I wanted to be with him. That I loved him. I don't think he thought I was just going to fall into bed with him just because I broke up with Duncan, but there's got to be a small part of him that questions the timing there.

Of course Duncan really hadn't factored in my thought processes there. Before Logan walked into the office that day I'd been sitting there wondering why I stayed with so long. Why I'd deluded myself into thinking we had any sort of future... Duncan and I had skipped some pretty fundamental steps after being apart for more than a year and a half. Logan and I? Despite all the turmoil and the current argument? I was sure we were on more solid footing

[logan_echolls]

I scooped up my shirt, tugging it on and over me. I wasn’t asking her to prove anything to me. I wasn’t trying to. I wasn’t even trying to argue even if I did manage to start this whole thing up by being jumpy at her words. I just didn’t need it all sugar coated like it was going to be alright. I knew things were tough and I knew they’d be tough on us. I mean, who cared about the crappy timing of her promptly going back to me after being with Duncan again? As long as she was happy and just honest and didn’t pull away

[renewedsoul_v]

"Better?" I asked, a bitter twinge to my voice, "Not bringing you with me didn't even enter my brain. Leaving you in that cell was so far from being an option under consideration." I insisted to him, and it was the total truth. My reaction when I saw what the Fitzpatricks had done to my car was that we had to get the hell out of Neptune. Not that I had to. "I know I'm more than capable of dealing with being on my own, so maybe it was selfish and self-centred again, making things worse for myself, not stopping to think about what it would do to everyone else that cared about me - just doing what I felt I had to - but you know what? As long as my dad clears you - and he will - all the charges we've managed to acquire? Poof. Gone."

Being without him had yet to be proved to be the better option as far as I was concerned. At least this way I knew where he was. That he was okay. I couldn't deal with the constant wondering that the other plan, the one that didn't equal a prison term if my dad couldn't work his magic, would have meant

[logan_echolls]

"I figure best friends with benefits needs a certain different kind of secret handshake. Maybe one with less hand involved and more lips," I replied to her as she giggled softly. "Unless you'd prefer more hand," I said before leaning in to kiss her softly on the lips, letting my other hand (my fingers) thread smoothly through her hair

[renewedsoul_v]

"Lips definitely work for me." I told him as his lips captured mine, and I deepened the kiss for a moment as his fingers threaded into my hair. "Besides, it's not like there's anybody else I want to be doing that with." I pointed out softly as the kiss ended

[logan_echolls]

"Well, lucky for me then," I said softly against her lips, the taste of her lingering in my mouth as I kissed her again - deeply briefly. "Because I'm really not into sharing."

We can account that into being practically an only child. When your "sister" is seven years older than you, you don't actually spend a large amount of time with her - nor do either of you want to. So, everytime my dad wished me more like her it would end up being some question of 'you'd like me to be a shallow and vapid whore?' or 'I need to bring out the six inch heels?' - Yeah, can't say he was actually impressed with either answer. Maybe we can account the not wanting to share to simply being selfish, any reason it's given neither Veronica or I are complaining.

Pushing away the situation that brought us here in the first place, I can't exactly complain. We're getting everything that we need to and we're actually surrounded by people who at the least seem to be nice and actually want to help us. For what ever reason they chose. Maybe to sleep at night. We

[renewedsoul_v]

"Right, because I'm in some giant hurry to share you or be shared with someone else?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows with an amused smirk. "I don't think so." This was another thing that had been pointed out to me many times - I don't do the sharing thing very well. Maybe at all. But then, when was I really ever expected to do it growing up? I don't have any siblings, or even cousins. It's just been me and my parents and then me and my dad for so long, and as far as friends go? Not like there's a ton of them around to be concerned with sharing.

It's just another of my many personality flaws. I might not be as rich or quite as spoiled as most of the kids at school, but I was definitely selfish and spoiled to the point that it bothered me at times. Which is actually better than it not bothering me, all things considered. If it didn't bother me, I'd be no better than everyone I couldn't stand

[logan_echolls]

"Well, maybe we can change that," I reply as she pushes past any mentioning of Duncan and Lilly. Neither of us want to exactly dwell over Lilly if only for reasons that are already obvious. Our memories were tainted. In generally the us - the four of us - were something that had completely disintegrated into an us of two: me and Veronica. That's all that there was left.

"And even if I wasn't kidding, there's nothing wrong with a little rush," I pointed out.

I suppose some statement on how very few people actually die when it comes to jumping out of planes for that specific reason wouldn't actually work on Veronica. She wasn't into the death defying stunts and I couldn't exactly blame her for that. We'd had enough death to last us for years to come.

"So, what do you say we do that sometime this week or the next? You, me, the waves and the sand," I suggest, pulling her a little closer for a soft kiss.

[renewedsoul_v]

"Maybe." I nodded slightly as he follows suit and skips over Duncan and Lilly. I was more than fine with what I had now. It wasn't exactly perfect, and it was different than before, but it was something we both needed and wanted, and I know for my part at least it was more important than I actually had the words to say. I kept pointing out that I wasn't letting him go, didn't I? That I wasn't going to just walk away this time. I couldn't.

"Uh... can I point out that real life gives us more than enough little rushes in the last few years without us actually going out of our way to find them?" I asked when he said there was nothing wrong with a little rush. Maybe not... but more often than not lately, those were connected with scarily high odds that things wouldn't be alright in the end.

"I think we might need boards and suits, too." I comment as he pulls me closer and our lips meet in a soft kiss.