Surfing Lessons

Author: Diivine

Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars, although I own this story.

Rating: T for the moment. It will become M for future sexual scenes in the upcoming chapters. I'll advise when it will change.

Summary: The best way to forget about your own problems? DiVe into someone else's.

Feedback: Yes, please, please, please. The more I have, the more I'm motivated to post… I know, I know: blackmailing is bad. ^^

Author's notes: I'm in love with the character of Dick. And really, I couldn't pass the opportunity to write something about a Veronica and Dick pairing. I found that there aren't enough of them out there.

Also, the first chapter is pretty similar to the episode 3.12. I found it the perfect setting for the begging of my little story.

Chapter one: Small talk over a cold coffee cup

Dick had found himself an ideal leering spot at a busy pedestrian intersection. He was sitting on a stone bench with a cup of coffee, watching the girls go by. He had awakened up early and had decided to hit the beach for some quality surfing moment. The waves always did him good and he was feeling that the day had begun on a bright note. That is, until Veronica Mars slide next to him on his bench.

It wasn't that he wasn't please to see her -well, a little bit of that, if he wanted to be honest with himself- but the girl had just crushed his BFF's heart to little pieces so she wasn't in his good graces at the instant; Logan was moping all over their place and it was starting to unnerve him to no ends.

He went back to the matter at hand; dealing with Veronica.

"So," she started, sitting comfortably beside him, "Bonnie Capistrano tells me you knocked her up and blew her off."

"Yeah, whatever happened with that?" Frankly, he was sure he wasn't the one who got Bonnie knock up; he knew he could easily past as the idiotic guy, but even he wasn't that dumb.

"You do your hair like that to cover up the three sixes on your scalp, right?" Veronica demanded at his offhand answer.

"I told her to get a paternity test. I'm not here to help her turn a profit." He was beginning to get irritate here. How come she could just sit there and throw accusations at him? God, the goody two shoes act she was playing at was getting annoying.

"I just feel like you have this wadded-up Maxim magazine where your heart is supposed to be."

He scowled down at her, almost shock at nerves she had –almost being the main word. If she wanted to play that little game, he would have no grudge to follow her lead: "Oh, I'm heartless? First Duncan, now Logan. You're running out of rich bachelors' heads to mess with. Is it some kind of weird sport for you, you know, breaking dudes' hearts? What, you put another notch on your lipstick case?"

He saw her bright eyes narrow a notch and he waited for her verbal blow with annoyance –he couldn't help it, more times than ever, her wits exasperated him. "Logan slept with Madison when you guys were in Aspen."

Ok. That one hurt. He fought to hide his emotions as best as he could and he opted to shrug her comment off as if it was no big deal. "And?" he asked, wishing to put as much distance between them at the very moment.

He saw her regretting speaking the words, certainly a momentary pang of conscience of hers. She looked apologetic. But really, he didn't want to hear more coming from her today. He'd had enough already. "Sorry, Dick," she began, "I probably shouldn't have..."

" What, me worry? Can we be done? I've got things to do," He managed while looking up and spotting someone he knew. That redhead called… Nadia. He stood, purposely leaving Veronica behind: "Redheaded things." He finished then shouting Nadia's name to get her attention. Any diversion to get away from this pain in the ass was welcome.

As he approached Nadia, she let out a comment about him being her big, dumb blonde. He smirked, taking the opportunity to throw his arm around Nadia's shoulders as they walk away. He couldn't help himself and as he glanced back at Veronica defiantly.

Dick smiled back at the girl he was walking with. Yes, he was putting on a show. All he wanted was to head back to the suite he shared with Logan at the Neptune Grand so he could get the truth out of his best pal's mouth.

"Hey," he said stopping suddenly. She stopped too, facing him, expectantly.

"Yes?"

"I gotta go. See you sometime soon, girl."

She shrugged and smiled at him: "Ok, no problem. I'm going to the Pi Sigs party tonight. I'll see you there?"

He smirked once again: "It's a date, then!" He turned around and dropped the smiling act. He needed answers right now.

The drive to the hotel was full of apprehension as he griped the steering wheel forcefully. Why did that new revelation hit in so hard? It wasn't like he was still with Madison. Moreover, it wasn't like he really cared about her nowadays. Truth be told, he was completely over her but she had been his first love, even if the girl was a complete bitch. He had cared for her a whole deal back then.

But if he had to pin points exactly why he was feeling this torment it was more because of Logan's violation of their bro' code. Logan with Madison was a total stab in the back in his book.

He arrived to the penthouse and unlocked the door, letting it shut forcefully as he strolled to Logan's room. When he caught sighting of his friend, some of his anger dissipated. Only, there was a whole bunch of it in store left.

Logan was in a bad shape, still dressed in his yesterday clothing. There were empty pizza boxes and messes all over the place. When Dick was sure he had his attention, he challenged him aggressively: "Did you hook up with Madison?"

Logan's answer was a nod then he confirmed it aloud: "I did."

Dick wasn't happy; if the guy hadn't been his best bud, he may have tried to punch him into oblivion.

Logan continued, somewhat dazed: "It just happened, you know. I didn't think you had any feelings left over her."

"It's still uncool. You don't do that to a buddy." At least, he wouldn't have done it. Now he wasn't so sure. Maybe he had overrated loyalty in friendship, he wasn't sure were to stand now that Logan was pouring the truth out. He felt sick. He didn't want to deal with him right now. He turned to walk out of the room all the while feeling Logan's eyes following him. He stopped and turned back toward the guy. "And by the way, you laying in here in the dark is pathetic."

Dick headed out of the room to go in his own. He opened the drawers and grabbed some clothes, throwing them into a sport bag. It was better for him to go cool down at the frat house for a couple of days; he had his room waiting at the Pi Sigs.

To be continued...