A/N: This is my first VM story and also my first English story (I'm german ;-) Please be nice *g*
Now, this takes place on "There's got to be an morning after pill".
They say love always comes with a string!
And this is exactly what I say…
You know, there's this big and shiny hook that hypnotizes you and when you're just start to feel comfortable you're gutted in about 2 seconds.
Okay, my own fucking mess. I should have known better. I always mess things up and act like a total jackass when it comes to her. Veronica Mars.
Total pain in the ass and – I can't admit it – love of my life.
I really thought we could make it.
I really thought it would be for good this time.
And I really fucked it up – again –
People say I'm trouble. Poor rich boy with a dead wish.
I think they might be right. I don't care about myself. Never did. Just like anybody else.
But she cared. She made me feel special. And I tried to take every chance I could get to proof her wrong. To show her that I wasn't worthy.
-Did you and Madison have sex over winter break? I ask you point-blank. –
-And I lied…Point blank. It wasn't information that you had a right to know. I knew you wouldn't be able to deal with the Madison thing.-
-Which thing are you talking about? The "she roofied me" thing or the thing when I stumbled to my car in the morning, wondering where my virginity was, and she'd written "slut" on my windshield? Was that you thought I couldn't deal with? I am so genuinely sick right now. If I could have eaten anything today, I'd be throwing up all over your floor -
That's the point. I'm not worthy. I always act like a total fool to make it stop hurting so much and before I know what happened I wake up in the morning with some cheap bimbo wrapped around me. Or receiving a blow job just for being the son of a movie star.
-Boy, oh boy. You are bad.
Man, I can't believe I just did that with Aaron Echolls' son-
Yeah story of my life.
Bad, bad Logan. So the apple does not fall far from the tree, huh? Got the stereotype right here. Violence, women and getting drunk. Thanks dad.
Man, if I could beat up myself I would right now.
Great therapy so far. And I just saved the 1000 bucks for a shrink.
So, my father abused me. I'm a total jackass and can't deal with women.
Thanks Logan… good session today.
If I hadn't such a great success with that therapy by myself, I could use a drink now.
Oh right, I forgot I'm already drunk… Alright, I think that explains why I'm so good in being my own therapist.
Alright… that's me. Always the sarcastic smartass.
Cool outside – burning inside… and believe me: it's burning like hell.
I've got to get to her before I'm going to do something very stupid – again -
Now Logan…Therapy is really working on you.
I think you've got to make a call…
-It's Veronica…leave a message!-
-So, where are you, Veronica? Out digging through someone's trash, maybe? Interrogating one of your friends? Beating out a confession? You know, if you dig deep enough, you're gonna find that everyone's a sinner. Judge not, Veronica, et cetera, et cetera…
All right, stay on the message, Logan…
Okay, honestly… it's encouraging that someone still has such high expectations of me.
Veronica, I would give anything if I could take back that night in Aspen. I'm sorry it causes you so much pain. I'm sorry it happened. And I really love you, Veronica.-