Pissing on Trees

By zukone

Chapter 1

The Need to Pee

All those other poor scrappy dogs would have to mark their territory elsewhere cuz he already peed all over this tree. You see, it had already happened. Homeless pups wandered into his domain either trying to take over or looking for handouts. So, he did what any dog would instinctually do: he'd bare his canines, maybe bark and growl too. Mostly though, he would mark a golden stream of back-the-hell-off. It was a message that needed to be sent. His things were his alone, and these were the biggest share, the juiciest steak, and the best piece of human leg any dog could ask for.

This analogy, he thought, was putting mildly what had really been going on. The truth was a little bit more absurd and he was a whole lot more twisted. He faulted his insurmountable and insatiable greed.

These were big picture thoughts though.

The very present offered another issue. Logan looked at a chunky man-bracelet on his arm and smirked to himself as he waited for his lady friend outside the library. What would he do when he saw the girl? Would he lie to her again? Take her by the hands, twirl her around and tell her he never new love until her. He smiled at his own cruelty. Poor girl. It wasn't her fault she succumbed to his irresistible charms. A laugh escaped his lips. That was enough of his own silliness. He couldn't take it seriously, so how did this girl? And what made this time so different than his other failed conquests? His lids enveloped his eyes slowly before rising again. Of course he knew. This time, he completely dedicated himself to the scam. His every action mirrored a boy in love.

While waiting and thinking endlessly about stupid things, he spotted Quinn just coming out the library and turned his full attention to her. When she caught a glimpse of him she waved and headed his way. In reaction, he hung his head then lifted his foot backwards only to plop the point back on the ground. He twisted it a little bit like shuffling before he lifted his head and smiled at her. It was rehearsed and all for good reason.

The girl could spot his big scam the most easily and the last thing he needed was any of his "friends" finding out about what he'd really been up to for the past three months. In order to cover himself, he needed to be, well, less annoying. Total change would be too obvious. So, he focused on being generally the same with an added "adorable" factor. It mostly worked because even with his newer red herring, easily-intercepted mini-scams, everyone seemed to like him better.

"Hey, Spazz." He said when Quinn finally arrived.

"Hey Jerk," she replied without missing a beat. "I thought you were allergic to books. So, what are you doing here?"

"Like it isn't obvious."

"Let's see. What would motivate Logan to do something as crazy as visit the library? There are three things I could think of. So which one is it?" she said turning to him, "Money, food, or some tawdry skirt."

"But your skirt isn't tawdry." That was the perfect adorable Logan move, he thought. Quinn punched him in the arm in mock irritation.

"Ouch. Okay, Okay. If I have to say one," he said before smirking, "It would have to be food."

Quinn squished her face as Logan started walking towards a hot dog cart. Clearly, it wasn't the answer she was expecting. Logan turned back as the girl stood there with the weirdest and most spazz-tastic look on her face yet. If he absolutely had to admit it, he would say he enjoyed it very much. He rolled his eyes softly upwards before grabbing her hand and all but dragging her towards the hotdog-cart along with him.

Having sat at a nearby bench, they ate mostly in relaxed silence with occasional friendly nudges between the two. He wolfed his down. "Man, those dogs were good." He said. He crumpled his foil and missed the garbage when he pitched it. His body slumped over in disappointment, but he quickly recovered to look at Quinn who still had half a dog left. She rested it on her lap to reach into her pocket. After pulling out two dollars, she shoved them into his hands.

Logan dropped his head curiously to the side while observing her as she brought the food to her mouth. "It's funny how you won't let me pay for you." She chomped down a particularly big bite. She swallowed. He could tell it went down a little rough.

"Normal people say thanks…"

"Like either us is ever going to be normal." Logan glanced to the side thinking it over. "Thanks…" he coughed and roughly stuffed the bills into his own pocket. "So, what was the reason again?"

"I like being independent." The kooky girl stated before eating her last bit. It was almost dainty. Even the way she ate was a contradiction.

"I mean, it's just food and I don't expect anything out of it." Logan got up and reached a hand down. "I don't know if you knew, but, uh, I'm kinda rich." Quinn grabbed his hand and he pulled hard enough to lift her easily. She ended up with her face really close to his torso. Of course she didn't have enough common sense to blush. But then again, isn't that what made her… her. She soon straightened herself without much a do. The whole thing was a small aversion to the conversation. She had bought herself some time.

Quinn shifted her eyes right and downward for a moment then refocused on him. "Why does it bother you so much?"

"Because that wasn't always the case." Logan he exhaled. Behind Quinn, he could see a nerd-idiot hybrid approached ten or so seconds away.

Quinn started saying something, but he didn't really focus on it. Thinking about piss and trees, he looked at her sharply then cut whatever she was saying off with an abrupt, "I love you." He tugged her towards him and wrapped his arms around her. Squeezing her close, he attacked her lips with his own.

Just as Mark, the nerdiot in question, was about to pass by, Logan pulled his lips away lightly. Predictably, Quinn closed the gap taking his lips in full view of her ex. Smiling within the kiss, Logan gently maneuvered her around. She never got a glimpse of him. Heh. So, he did twirl her around after all. He noted that the sharp curves at the end of his lips betrayed any semblance of sincerity. Carefully and slowly, he softened them before they finally parted.

"Whoa." She started. "That sort of came out of no where."

"Well," Logan said. "What should I do when your... your lips were like juicy slabs of steak?"

Quinn pursed her lips into a quirky, laughter-stifling pucker. She finally blurted, "What am I going to do with you and your cheesy lines?"

His girlfriend knew how to cut deep, but it was all a part of the formula. "Not experiment on me I hope." He said. The exchange ended when he worked a mastered un-evil smile on his lips. And now they would be off somewhere to do some cute "couple" stuff.

As they went, he thought about the last bit of the exchange. He always thought a little bit of that womanizing, you-know-you-want-me-so-bad original grin spilled into some element of the smile, but for most observers it passed as polite and genuine.

The smile, overall, made life easier. Without that worked-over, hey-I'm-a-good-guy smile in his arsenal, his own crew hated his guts and tried to pry Quinn out of his arms. Even now, he felt that they, along with everyone else at PCA wanted them to fail. Though they had toned down their crowbar approach to their hooking up, it certainly didn't mean he trusted them not to try to "look out for Quinn."

In the end, he wasn't too worried. If they tried something, he'd overcome because not even the hottest, most leggiest, bomb-shell PCA or the world had to offer could tempt him away from Quinn, the girl that had everything to do with his purpose and position in life. Even now as he looked at her, he could know one thing. He wanted her. Well, to be more specific, he wanted her mind.