A/N: Well, it's been a little while. Mostly it's school's fault, with finals and everything my time is limited. And then, when that was over and done with, it's summer break, and there's this unwritten rule that says, that you have to party as much as you can, right? So I've been to Justin Concert (!), Nibe festival and tons of other really awesome things.
Anyways, the chapter is here now, so enjoy (: But just let me say, that there isn't any Dick/Mac in this, at least not any interaction. Just so you know!
Oh, and thank you for the reviews, you rock my world! Keep 'em coming, please?
Chapter 2:
Cold Case is, like, totally boring and lame. Normally you find dead people cool, but not anymore. The only thing that's kind of hot is the blonde chick, but with all the killing and stuff, you're not all that turned on. Besides, she's too skinny. You like 'em with a little meat.
"That Davie guy has to be it."
You snort, waving a hand nonchalantly in the air. "Too easy, dude. Nothing is that easy. Life is fucking complicated. One minute everything is cool, the next it's not." You learn back in the couch and cross your arms over your chest. "Life sucks."
You haven't talked to Mackie for like five days. It's not like you haven't called her or anything, you have, but the chick won't pick up. Plus, she should be the one calling you; you're not the one with a perv for a boyfriend. Because, you know, you're not gay. But Albert probably is.
It's almost, kind of, like, you miss her. But only a little. You're not fucking pathetic.
"Man, what's going on in that head of yours?"
You barely look at Logan, he's been too fucking happy to understand. 'Ronica's fault, no doubt. "Nothing," you mutter.
Logan smirks. "So, just as always."
"If you're gonna be a dick, then just get the fuck out," you said as you get up to take a beer out of the fridge.
He holds up a finger while shaking his pretty little head. "First," he begins, "I'm not a dick, that is your job. And second, I live here too. In fact, I lived here first and pay more than 2/3 of the rent."
You turn around and stare at him blankly. "Whatever."
He grins but the look you are giving him clearly stops him again. Instead he holds his hands up and turn around, staring at the TV, where Lilly is trying to solve some old murder or something like that. You don't care.
It's silent besides from the noises coming for the TV, and you kind of like it. When Mackenzie is over she's already talking and shit, telling you about those jackasses in her class, that keep giggling every time some student call Mr Pissonme. Piss. On. Me. Dude, you get it. It's funny as hell, but you don't tell Mac that.
Now, it's just peaceful. Quiet. Silent. Maybe, kind of.. Boring.
"You should just talk to her."
Your back freezes. That freakin' weird feeling is back, you know, that feeling that feels really really… weird.
"Dude," you say slowly, shaking you head while you walk over to him. "She's the dumper, I'm the dumpee. If she wants to… get "back together", she's the one who should call." You take a large sip of your beer and add, "Plus, she totally went berserk, not me."
He lets out a laugh, a really sarcastic one. "Really?" he asks and crocks an eyebrow in Logan-style. "Dick, you got me to spy on her. And when you saw her with another guy, you went berserk. Hell, if I didn't know any better I would say you've got a thing for her."
"Do not," you quickly say. "She's like, Beav's girl, or was, and you know, she's my friend. It's just my job to protect her from slimebags, who are trying to feel her up."
"What if she doesn't call back?"
You pause and then shrug. "Then she doesn't call back."
"And that'll be that?" he asks unbelieving.
Really, since when did he become such a freakin' loverboy? "Echolls, I'm not you, I can survive without a girl, and I've got a little dignity." You nod your head wisely. "It's just like when I broke up with Madison-"
"-When she broke up with you," he corrects.
"Minor detail, man. Like I said, it's just like that. Stung a little at first, but then I learnt to enjoy being free." You can feel the smile on your face. "It was beautiful, man. Really. I didn't have to think about her frigid ass, I could just get with the ladies."
"Only difference is that Mac is not your girlfriend, she's your best friend. You're already free." He turns his head and mumbles, "Or at least you should be."
You stare at him intensely, your eyes narrowed dangerously. "What are you talking about?"
"When have you slept with a girl?" he asks totally out of the blue. "How long has it been since you've taken a trip to wonderland? Did the horizontal tango? Made a little love?"
Huh?
"Dude, I totally do not see where you are going with this," you say slowly. It's not like you keep count. Anymore. "I bang chicks all the time."
He raises an eyebrow. "Dick, I'm your friend, and as your friend I have to say this: You haven't slept with a girl in a long time. I would know, since you insist on telling me about your sexual escapades," he says with a roll of his eyes. "And I'm pretty sure it has to do with a certain snazzy brunette."
Fuck, Logan is right. For, like, the first time ever. Dude, that is wicked. Hell if he's gonna know that!
"Whatever. Mind your own business."
The grin on Logan's face is unbearable. "Ah, Dick's in love."
"Am not."
"Dick cares about a girl!"
"Dude!" you shout and shake your head. "You are wrong."
"Sure," he says, totally not sounding sincere. "By the way, Veronica is coming over, so if you don't want Mac knowing you're missing her like a puppy…" He walks toward you and clap your shoulder. "Then get your game face on."
You sigh. "Your girlfriend is so not cool."
"But a hell of a looker, right?" he jokes.
You shrug. You're not really feeling blondes right now. "I'm going out. Call me when she's gone," you mumble.
"Will do honey!"
You wave your hand casually as you head out the door, ignoring Logan's joyful laugh behind you.
--
You're walking on campus, not at all thinking about Logan or Mackie, and you remember why summer is so awesome. A great time to surf, you can go commando without freezing your ass off, and the best: Girls in basically nothing.
Summer is like the greatest!
A brunette chick, who's walking by, is totally giving you the eye, smiling all flirtatiously and swaying her ass from side to side. In nothing but a bikini top and hot pants, and you are already getting a little hot.
"Hey gorgeous," you say with a wink and the girl stops. "I feel it's my duty as an American citizen to tell you just how fine you look."
She giggles, twirling a lock of light hair around her finger. "Thanks."
"My name is Richard." You take her hand and kiss it softly. "But they call me big Dick, and trust me, it's for a reason," you say when your eyes lock on hers. "Now, what is your name, babe?"
"Mindy."
"Mindy," you repeat, frowning slightly. Mindy? Whatever. "Suits you perfectly. It's almost as beautiful as you."
You can see the slight red, that spreads across her cheeks and nose. "My real name is actually Miranda," she informs you. "But nobody calls me that."
You nod. "I think Mindy suits you better, sounds like someone who just loves to have a great time. Do you love to have a great time, Mindy?"
"I love it! Me and my girls party all the time!" she answers.
You smile widely. Dude, this is too fucking easy. "Really? Then maybe you should bring them to a party me and my best bud are having tonight." Logan is so gonna kick your ass. Like you care. He's saying you don't bang chick? Dude is fucking wrong! "Everyone is going to be there."
"I would, like, totally love that!"
"Awesome!" You grab a pen from your pocket, just in case, you know, and take her hand. "Here's the address," you say as you write it on her hand. Your fingers slowly moves up her arm, teasing her until they're at her shoulders, and you finally let go. "I'll see you tonight, Mindy."
She catches her lower lip between her teeth. "I can't wait."
"Me neither," you say and wink as you walk away.
You stop up and turn around to see her swaying hips, and she looks over her shoulder and gives you a smile. Yes, summer is definitely awesome.
Finding your cell, you dial your best mate's number. "Yo dude," you groan when you get voicemail. "You and V having wild monkey sex? Whatever. You and me, party, tonight. It's gonna be awesome!"
You slap it shut and pockets it with a smile. When you're a few feet away from your building, you see her. Mackie. Mackenzie. Freakin' Cindy. It's like God hates you or some crap. You don't get why, you've always been a totally awesome guy.
At least she's not there with gay Albert, but that weird Piss guy. They're like laughing and joking around, like they are best friends or some shit like that and have been forever. And she doesn't look sad. Not at all. It's like she doesn't miss you, at all. Not even a little, like you miss her. It's kind of like she's just cold, like you didn't, don't mean a thing to her.
It feels a little like someone stabbed a knife right in your heart, and, you know, twisted it around a few times, before ripping it out slowly.
You just snort, it doesn't matter anyway. "Whatever."
You're totally not inviting her to your part-ay tonight.
--
"Chug chug chug chug chug!"
You swallow the last bit of your sixth or seventh beer and throw your hands in the air victoriously, before doing a little happy dance. A few people clap you on the back, but you don't recognize all these people around you.
Nothing weird about that, it's a party!
A guy holds up a hand and smirks. "Man, you are cool."
You stare at the guy for a few moments, but your mind is like totally blank. So you smile and nod your head while high five-ing him. "Dude, I know," you answer proudly. "But it doesn't come naturally, practice and lots of it, my friend."
"Awesome."
You smile and look around the room. Your eyes land on another guy and he looks slightly familiar. "Dude, you know that guy?" you ask and nod your head in the direction of this brown-haired dude.
"Well, yeah, that's Piz," he answers.
"Right." You wait a few seconds and then remember who he is. "Well, I'll see you later then." You head directly after Piz, who looks totally out of place without Veronica and the black dude. He'd probably wish Mackie was here. "Hi, dude! How's it hanging?"
He looks up and quickly scratches himself on the neck. "Dick, hey." Dude seriously got a scrawny voice. "I'm good. How about you?"
"It's a party, you figure it out."
He smiles slightly and nods his fucking stupid head. "Yeah. So… Quite the party, huh? Here are a lot of people."
"There always is when we're throwing it," you tell him, your voice becoming a little harder. You can see him becoming more and more uncomfortable and it feels awesome. Dude got it coming! "So you and Mac, you're like good friends?"
"Mac? Veronica's Mac?" He shrugs, his eyes staring uncertainly at you. "Well, I guess we're pretty good friends, yes."
"Huh. Yeah." You're willing to bet he would like to be a lot more than just friends. "It's just, she doesn't really talk a lot about you. Or, like, ever."
"Oh well, we just hang out sometimes. I know her through Veronica."
"Yeah. I guess it's a good idea to have a tight grip on those friends, that you have. I mean, it's not like people are standing in line to be your friend, right Pee?" You elbow him the side playfully and the punk looks totally scared.
"It's, um, Piz."
"Yeah yeah." No humour in your eyes now. "So, here's the deal. I know you were madly in love with Veronica, but then figured out that she would never leave Logan for you. They are like meant to be or some crap like that. Soulmates and all that, you know…," you say and roll your eyes. "That doesn't mean that you can go after Mac."
"What?" He really looks surprised, like he totally wasn't expecting that.
"Don't play stupid. Mac is not some second prize, when you can't get the blonde. It's doesn't work that way." You can see Logan staring at you from across the room and you try to calm yourself down. Deep breaths, deep breaths, dude. "Just don't try to get with her, she doesn't like it when guys get touchy feely."
"I'm not trying to do any-"
"-Dude, I'm just saying, Mac doesn't like you," you say. "And if you try something, Logan and me will be seriously pissed off, all right? I mean really fucking pissed off. No one messes with my friends, got it?"
"But-"
"-Got it?"
He stays quiet for only a few seconds and then nods his head. "Yes.."
You smile pleased. Dude, you seriously don't get what Mac sees in this guy. He's so fucking easy to mess around, no pride or anything. Even as just a friend he must be a hell of a dead weight to carry around. Kind of like a little puppy, following your ass around.
"Dick!"
You look one last time at that Piss dude, before turning around. You see Veronica, looking seriously pissed off. You're pretty sure she's not here to enjoy the party.
"Veronica Mars," you say and throw an arm over her shoulder. Mostly to piss her off even more, but also because this standing by yourself thing is not looking all that easy right now.
"Did I just see you talking to Piz?"
"Yeah, we had one hell of a conversation," you say dismissively. "Anyways, you do realize that this indeed is a party, right? A place to have fun, enjoy yourself." You raise your eyebrow. "You must feel so out of place."
"Oh is that what it is?" She looks around, nodding her head. "It looks more like a children's playground with a little alcohol and a whole lot of immaturity added."
"Funny."
She rolls her eyes and snorts. "The next time you decide to forget a girl, can you please not do it the night I have plans with my boyfriend?" she asks, her voice ever sarcastic, as she moves out of your reach.
"You and Logan can bang another night. It's not like he's going anywhere, you've got that boy wrapped around your pinkie."
You hold your pinkie up and wiggle it a little. You can't help but giggle, even though Ms Mars looks like she's going to explode. Dude, girl gotta learn how to relax someday. You'd teach her, if Logan wouldn't beat your ass for it.
"Dumbass," she mutters under her breath.
"I heard that!" you say as you frown. "Plus, I'm so not trying to forget a girl. I'm hoping to remember very much of this new girl. Or girls. Depends on how lucky I am."
She shakes her head. "Mac is here."
Your hands clench and your eyes quickly search around the room. "What?"
"She's here."
"I didn't invite her," you disclaim the obvious.
"I'm aware. Logan did. You see, you might have decided that she doesn't matter anymore and that you're not friends anymore." She stops and looks at you with fucked up-icy eyes. "That doesn't mean Logan feels the same way."
You close your eyes briefly, run a hand through your blond messy hair and steady yourself against the wall. "Dude, he does not know what royalty is."
She puts a hand on your shoulder and pats it a few times, not like friendly but not totally hostile either. "Be cool, Dick, not stupid," she says and turns around.
"I called her, you know," you inform her. "Like five times or something, and she wouldn't pick up the fucking phone. What should I do? Follow her around, stalk her?" You shake your head at the insane idea. "Nah. She's the one who has decided that I don't matter anymore."
She doesn't turn around but shakes her head. "So young, so naïve," she says as she walks away, her head swaying from side to side in frustration, or else she's just horny as hell.
You crock an eyebrow. Dude, talk about being mysterious. You really don't get Logan, like, not at all.
A/N: This has absolutely nothing to do with the story, but I seriously suggest that you listen to Mika's Happy Endings. It's so awesome, as are his other songs! I just had to write this (;
