Disclaimer: I do not own Veronica Mars, nor am I in any way affiliated with the show.

A/N: Some dialog borrowed from the episode "Un-American Graffiti" written by Robert Hull.

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Dear, sweet Jesus, what did I just do? She was about to tell me she just thinks of me as a friend so I kiss her? Have I gone insane? Yeah, that seems plausible. Okay, what do I say to walk away from this?

"Just friends. I get it."

And walking away. Okay, that was smooth. I think I kind of saved myself there. Kind of, a little bit, not really. My god, she smells good. Oh, Wallace is about to ask me what happened. What do I say? Be vague so he doesn't ask questions.

"I went all in."

Well, good enough. At least he's not following me. I can just keep on walking and get away from this gigantic hole I've dug and thrown myself face first into. Hmm, I really like this song. No you idiot, forget the song. Keep moving. Yep, out the door, down the hall, pushing the elevator button. Isn't this a four star hotel? Shouldn't elevators come faster than this.

"You're leaving?"

Oh god it's her. Damn elevator.

"Yeah, well, I'm a fan of the dramatic exit."

Okay, not too revealing. Come on, brain, focus, stay smooth.

"Truthfully I don't know how the night can get any better than that."

Right, you moron, just tell her exactly how much that just meant to you. That way she can all the more effectively trample on your heart. Maybe I can pry open the doors and just throw myself down the elevator shaft. That might be less painful than whatever she's about to say.

"You sure about that?"

Why is she smiling like tha...oh, dear lord, she's kissing me! Shit, what do I do with my hands? Okay, face, that'll work. And my brain is drowning. I'm never going to be able to form a conscious thought ever again.

Wait, what's that noise? And that light? Oh hell, she's not kissing me anymore. And now I can't breathe. What's she looking at? Oh, Logan. Of course, it just had to be him. Okay, he's walking by, not saying anything. He didn't look like he was going to kill me. That's a plus.

Alright, we're in the elevator. I seem to have pressed the button for 3 instead of the lobby. That was smart. She's looking at the floor. Probably thinking of how to explain that kissing me was a huge mistake. Should I say something first? Kiss her again? Press the lobby button?

"So...you wanna go get a coffee or something?"

Yes! This night just gets better and better. Wait, maybe we're going to get coffee so she can tell me this is a mistake. Dammit brain, just relax. Be smooth.

"Um, Piz? Still in there? Coffee?"

"Yeah, coffee. Sounds good."

Note to self, remember to answer when she asks you something. Right, we're stopping at the third floor and I still haven't pressed the button for the lobby. Maybe someone else will get on and press it. Nope, no one here. Brilliant.

"I think, to leave the building, one would traditionally exit through the lobby."

"Right, I like to think of every elevator as an opportunity to let fate guide me. I'm sure fate'll get us to the lobby as soon as we've had a sufficiently life changing adventure."

"But the third floor wasn't our adventure?"

"No, I've had run-ins with the third floor before. It tells you it cares, but in the morning it steals your wallet and leaves you feeling used and dirty."

She's smiling! Hallelujah! I might actually have a chance.

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