A/N: So, it may be a little bit late to jump on the VM fanfic wagon, but oh well. Anyway, this is just 100 drabbles/one-shots about the show. They're all focused on Veronica, although a lot will feature other characters (yay for LoVe). Well, hope you all enjoy, and don't forget to review! The title's taken from the name of song by The Perishers (who sing the ever-wonderful Sway).

Beginnings

The first time Veronica talked to Logan Echolls, they talked about surfing.

She and Lilly were down at the beach for the afternoon, donning brightly colored swimsuits and sun-kissed shoulders, and Veronica, for all her twelve-year-old attitude, was admittedly just a little afraid of the ocean. It didn't help that Lilly loved it. And of course she did. It was mysterious and wild and beautiful and everything Veronica's best friend had always been.

"Come on, Veronica," Lilly called. "It's not cold, and it's not like it's scary." Her hands were on her hips, and she was standing right at the edge of the water. "Be a little crazy, for once!"

Veronica was watching from a ways away, out of reach of the waves that advanced and retreated on the sand. "Maybe in a little while," she said back. Maybe when the water doesn't look so choppy, and I don't feel like I'm going to be swallowed whole, she added silently.

Lilly threw up her arms in exasperation, but said nothing more. She just went further out into the water, looking for all the world like she was the happiest person alive.

"Scared of getting wet, Mars?"

Veronica's head snapped around at the sound of a voice. Logan Echolls, the new kid, was looking down at her (even at twelve, he was tall for his age). They had met once before – Duncan had introduced them after one of her soccer games – but they had never spoken more than a few words to each other.

"What's it to you?"

"Just curious," was the nonchalant reply. "You do know how to swim, don't you? I'm not going to be finding your body washed up on shore tomorrow, right?"

Veronica rolled her eyes and let silence fall between them. It took another moment or two before she noticed a surfboard stuck in the sand behind Logan. "You surf?" she asked, more out of desire to get off the subject off her phobia rather than out of actual interest.

"Yeah, my dad taught me." Logan paused, then laughed dryly. "It's actually one of the only nice things he's done for me; although, I'm pretty sure the only reason he gave me lessons was to promote his 'Look at me being a great father' image. A stand up guy, Aaron Echolls."

"Are you any good?" Veronica asked, not really sure how to continue the conversation after his comment.

"Is the sky blue?"

"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"

"I'm very good at three things, Veronica," Logan began. "The first is surfing, the second is disappointing my parents–"

"And the third is spouting off your oh-so-charming wit?"

"The third I'll leave up to your imagination." Logan smirked at her.

"Hm, well, I'll believe you're good at surfing when I see it," Veronica said, crossing her arms.

Logan shrugged, as if to say your wish, my command, and then grabbed his surfboard. Veronica watched, amused, as he walked out into the ocean without any hesitation. All was going well for Logan, and Veronica was thinking she would have to reconsider her skepticism, when a particularly nasty wave completely knocked him off the board.

Fighting laughter, Veronica watched Logan walk out of the water and back onto the sand. When he was close enough to hear hear, she smiled and called out, "Nice wipeout."

"Nice legs," Logan replied without missing a beat, smirk firmly in place.

Veronica blushed in spite of herself. "Maybe you should shrink that list of things you're good at down to two," she snapped back.

"Maybe you should go build a sand castle or something. You're the size of a, what, a six-year-old?"

"Well, as fun as this has been," Veronica began, "I'm going to go hang out with Lilly." And without waiting for a reply, she turned on her heel and hurried back down the beach to where Lilly was now lying on her beach towel. She didn't mention talking to Logan to her best friend, but Lilly brought up the topic anyway.

"Were you just talking to Logan?" she asked, although Veronica knew she already knew the answer. "He and Duncan have started to hang out, since apparently Duncan is tired of hanging out with just Dick and us. And Aaron Echolls is his dad, and you have to know who that is."

Veronica knew that Aaron Echolls was an actor who made movies that she kind of wanted to pull her eyes out after seeing. She wanted to say as much, but decided against it. "Yeah, I recognize the name."

"Well, anyway, Logan's cute, right?" Lilly said. She held her hand over her eyes to deflect the sun and then looked down the shore to where Logan was. She grinned. "Yes, definitely cute."

Veronica gave noncommittal shrug. "I guess so."

Lilly turned her attention back to Veronica. "Oh, yeah, I forgot you're, like, in love with my brother, or whatever."

"Am not! I just think he's nice."

"Right. Nice."

"Oh, shut up, Lilly! Not everyone is as boy crazy as you."

"That's funny, not everyone is as fabulous as me, either."

And as they both burst out into fits of laughter, all thoughts of Logan Echolls were banished from Veronica's mind. For a while, at least.

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A/N2: Logan's "nice legs" comment is swiped from an episode of One Tree Hill. :)