Title: Realization
Author: ophelia2007
Pairing: LoVe.
Word Count: 575
Summary: Logan is being contemplative after meeting the girl from the beach. Sucky summary, but I'm actually happy with this. Read it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. sob
"Kiss me."
"Why?"
"Cause my dad's Aaron Echolls!"
"So?"
You were irritated by the indifference at the time. You walked away from a twelve year old Veronica annoyed and agitated. The other kids at school had all assumed that line would work on any girl, anywhere; and let's be honest, so had you. But here she was – the only exception to the rule.
"I can't believe I just did that with Aaron Echolls' son!"
The exclamation came from the dirty blonde in the passenger seat of your Xterra. A passenger seat that was meant for the girl you love. Veronica. It has taken you six weeks of moping to realise it, and you immediately want to rectify your nearly fatal errors.
But this girl raves about your father for a few more minutes before leaving.
"What was it like, growing up with a movie star dad?"
You mumble an answer, along the lines of "unbelievable." You know this girl – whatever her name is – would never believe you if you began to tell her.
"It must've been awful for you, having him wrongly accused for the murder of that girl."
Yeah. Silently you add how awful it was knowing that he had brutally murdered your girlfriend. Knowing that your new girlfriend pitied you, for a time, all because Daddy Dearest beat you. How the new girlfriend was locked in a fridge, and ended up nearly dying because the incredible Aaron Echolls set fire to it. Yeah, it was awful.
You kick her out before she can ask any more questions. You want to disinfect your car of her after she has gone. You want to vacuum the passenger seat, your Veronica's seat, to remove the trace of the blonde. You'll probably even clean the outside, too, you're not sure if the bright, bright yellow has been dulled by the presence of whatshername. You even consider doing it yourself. You shake the thought quickly: you wouldn't do the job well enough. You'd still smell her, even after Veronica had reclaimed her throne. If she reclaimed it.
You return to the Grande. Here, you sit for hours, waiting for morning, waiting to get your car cleaned, waiting until you have the perfect string of words to persuade (beg) Veronica to take you back. You are annoyed when there is a persistent knocking at the door: how dare anyone disturb your thoughts? At first you contemplate ignoring them, you know that whoever it is will end up going away. Unless it's Dick. He would never leave, and the knocking would persist for hours. Sighing, you dawdle to the door.
Your Veronica stands small in front of you, curls framing her face. She is even more perfect than you remember – despite the fact you saw her a matter of hours ago – you could see her glaring at you from behind her breakfast - you stand at wait for her to say something. When she doesn't, you do what you do best. Kiss her.
The second your lips meet, you know exactly why you're so in love with your Veronica. It is this feeling; it is not minding that you get a crick in your neck when you make out; it is holding the tiny girl in your arms and wanting to protect – not crush – her. And mostly, it is her ability to come back to you every time you've pushed her away. Mental note, Logan: don't do that again.
