I am truly sorry for anyone who has read my past chapter…I totally blanked when I was writing and misnamed Logan once with Johnny. Sorry for the mishap! 3
And now I will thus begin …
Chapter II
A few weeks back I had rented out an apartment, though with scarce money I could not strive to get one as nice as my place with my dad back in Neptune. However I must accept what I have and learn to like it… but God seriously that's total crap! Why do I have to accept the fact that I haven't seen my mother in, who knows how long, along with the fact that Logan dumped me, and my best friend is dead? Should I honestly accept this with a freaking smile as if I'm perennially pumped on Prozac? Even so I jam my key into the lock of my door and with much struggle push it open, Bulls Eye, my favorable and trust worthy dog rushed past me to enter his new home. My father, Keith Mars, allowed me to keep him this summer, seeing that the streets are filled with dangerous people. That only proves the wonderful perks of having a dad as sheriff, almost getting killed, and raped again… you get a paranoid father. But I can't blame him really, and I love having Bulls with me.
"Welcome home honey!" I say warmly to nothing but open space once I enter in my new home. I then close the door hearing it shake a few seconds before silencing and drop my bags on the floor and crash on my new couch, which was brought in just last week along with my other much needed furniture. I look up at the ceiling and lose my self in its plainness. There are no patterns, no lines, no character, nothing… just white. Before I know what is happening I allow myself to slip into a sleep caused solely by the somniferous ceiling of simplicity.
"I'm a Barbie girl in a Barbie world, made of plastic its so fantastic! You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere… imagination, life is your creation. Come on Barbie, Let's go Bar-" I awake reluctantly to the beckoning of my phone, I look around trying to place where the sound is coming from only to realize that it is in my jeans pocket.
"Yeah?" I answer into my phone coolly.
"V, hey…open your door." This person was a guy, I knew that much, and his voice was so familiar and quiet. So I thus slowly capered off of the couch and unlocked my door. Bulls Eye charged to my side in case a fight should come in order. I looked out the peephole and saw a figure, the porch light above him barley touching his face. I opened the door expectantly and saw him…in all his beauty.
"I was hoping it'd be you." I whispered out in a voice that did not sound as if it were my own. It sounded to vulnerable, too hurt, to girly, and I Veronica Mars am not any of those things. And before I could sputter out any other sentence, I felt his cool, sweet lips on mine, somehow forceful and cautious. And I did what any vulnerable, too hurt, girl would do… I let him kiss me seeing that I needed someone to want me. And then I kissed him back.