For you Logan lovers. Here he is. This is a shorter chapter, but I hope you enjoy! There will be longer chapters to come. I'm just creating some background for the story line! I'm starting school again, so I'm unaware of when the newest installment will happen, but hopefully sooner rather than later! Thank you for reading everyone!

Love Your Fellow Marshmallow,

Brittany

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Chapter 2

You know, you're not a fucking angel, Veronica. We're both messed up. You can't sit there on some damn pedestal you've built for yourself and expect to be immune to loneliness, because one day you'll realize you've left everyone behind and you'll be alone and bitter. Well guess what 'babe' I won't be there to pick up your pieces. Fuck you Veronica. I deserved more than a cold shoulder. After all we've been through. But who am I kidding? This is Veronica Mars we're talking about. Oh. And don't call me back.

It was the last message and the last thing Veronica had heard Logan say. He left the drunken voicemail a few days after she had ended things forever with him. At the time, she had been tempted to call back. But they both knew she was too damn stubborn to do that. She had kept the message after all these years. Occasionally, when she began to miss him, she would listen to it to affirm that breaking away from him was the best decision she could have made.

They were explosive, she and Logan, and not in a good way. They fought like cats and dogs. She wondered if they spent more time loving each other passionately or hating each other. Yet, after all that was said, that was done, he was constantly in her every thought and every move.

It had been a few days since her outing with Piz, and they had seen each other or talked every day since. She knew she was walking straight into deep waters if they kept it up.

But he's so good. Too good. She thought, smiling as Stosh Piznarski's face invaded her thoughts about Logan. Maybe she had been wrong after all these years. Veronica had always thought Logan was her one great love, but maybe it was more subtle and discreet than that. Perhaps her one great love was the guy that stayed, the guy that waited, and the one that cared so deeply- not only for her- but for people in general.

Everything was a mess. She was a mess. Her mind and heart couldn't decide what they wanted to do. One day all she could think about was Logan, and the next she was warmed with the thoughts of Piz. She was angry that she even got herself into this position. If only she had taken a little more from her mom's gene pool… But, alas, she was Keith Mars' daughter and there was no denying that. She cared too much for people.

Her ringing cell pulled her out of her cloud of thoughts. Her heart began to race. It was Gervais.

"Hello?"
"Hello, I'm looking for Veronica Mars?"

"This is she."

There was a short pause. It was only a few seconds long, but Veronica felt as if it were an hour. Pausing was a bad sign.

"Yes, Veronica," the male voice continued, "On behalf of Gervais and Associates, I would like to congratulate you. We have decided that you are a perfect match for our company, and would love if you would accept the position as intern to Philip Gervais and his legal team."

Veronica's heart exploded as she sat with her mouth agape for a few seconds before mustering an, "I would like that very much. Thank you so much for this opportunity."

After getting a few details about the following days to come, she hung up her phone and immediately went to call her dad. He was going to be so happy for her. Making him proud was the best feeling in the world.

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"A toast," Piz said raising his glass of champagne, "to Veronica Mars. With determination, and utter balls to the walls bad-assery, she has accepted her first major position at Gervais and Associates. I couldn't be any less shocked or happy for you."

They sat at a table with his friends. It was the same group of people from the bar. Amber sat across from Piz, then there was Jessica, Cheyenne, and Erica. The guys were Thomas and Shaun. They all raised their glasses, and 'cheered' to Piz' toast.

Veronica looked around at her new friends. She like them all alright, but part of her wished she was at a bar drinking with Wallace and Mac. She missed the familiarity of her old friends. She had already called each of them to break the good news. They were excited for her, as expected. Wallace had told her when she was home he was going to take her out for beers to celebrate.

"Well," Veronica started, "I would first like to thank my father, who taught me the ways of bad-assery. I would also like to thank the wife of my admissions counselor who was screwing her assistant. Without her sleazy ways, I would not have had the interview." They all chuckled, raised their glasses again and took drinks. She smiled and took a sip.

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Logan looked around him. There was half naked people running around and dancing, drinking, smoking, and being idiots. Some of them were celebrities and others were Carrie's friends that she had met here and there. Logan passed by the coffee table where a group of trashed, washed out child stars were doing coke. He sighed and kept looking for her girlfriend.

"Hey, Jessica, have you seen Carrie?" Logan asked as he approached Carrie's assistant who was standing in a corner talking to some man Logan didn't recognize.

"Looogan. Hey buddy," she smiled. She was clearly intoxicated. Logan could feel his blood rise. Carrie promised she would stop with this shit.

But did I really believe her? How many times did I promise people the same thing? Did I ever stop?

"Alright, Jessica, just let me know where she is," Logan tried again irritated.

"I think she left with some guy. I can't remember his name though… Look, Logan, just let her have fun! You used to be fun…"

Logan was done with that conversation. He stormed off heading outside to his car. If being with Veronica Mars had taught him anything, it was that you always have a way to track your significant other. He chuckled cynically.

Logan pulled out his phone once he got into his Range Rover. He pulled up the app for tracking Carrie. There on his screen a little red dot popped up. She was about ten miles away at Le Petit Maison, a high end hotel nearby.

Breathing deeply, getting ready for the worst, he pulled out of the driveway and headed down the street.

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A few hours later, Logan pulled into his own home's driveway. He had found a beach house that was a good place to live during his off duty times. He had joined the Navy two months before he had started dating Carrie. Much to her dismay her new love interest would occasionally be gone from home, six months at a time. He made sure that he had a home to come back to where they could quietly be alone for the short time he was there.

It was a beautiful house. The walls were primarily glass. They looked out onto the Pacific Ocean. It wasn't too big, but it was still roomy. In the evening you could sit out on the deck and watch the sun set over the ocean. The first time he saw the sunset, he immediately thought about how much Veronica would like the view.

But here he was, without Veronica. In fact, he had heard through the grapevine that she was on the opposite side of the country now. The odds that she would ever see that view were extremely low.

He pulled Carrie's limp body out of the car and carried her up the steps to his front door. The first time he had to do this was tricky because he was unsure how to carry an unconscious body and unlock a door at the same time. With Carrie's constant partying and habit of passing out, he had become something of a professional at multitasking.

He had found her at the hotel with a few other people. He thanked all the gods that she hadn't been sleeping with someone. As far as he was concerned, that had yet to happen during her drunken nights. The people at the hotel didn't put up any fight as he took her. He knew that they were afraid he would call the cops. Drugs were spread across the tables and counters of the room.

Once Logan had Carrie tucked into bed, he made his way back downstairs and to his kitchen. He stared into the fridge unable to come to terms with where his relationship with Carrie was going. She had a drug habit in the past, he had known that before they started dating. He had brushed it off as if it were a minor detail.

When they had run into each other at a mutual friend's party three years ago, he was just as messed up as she was. He hadn't taken Veronica completely cutting him off very well. Cold turkey. That is what she had done to him. She was there one day and was gone the next. He hadn't seen her since that day in the cafeteria when they exchanged glances. He was hopeful when he had seen her staring at him like that. He had defended her honor. She liked that. She always had. Somehow, it wasn't enough for her. She continued to ignore him, and eventually left Neptune altogether.

The worst part was that he couldn't blame her. He wanted her to leave. She needed to be free and deserved so much more than Neptune had to offer.

He plucked a beer out of the fridge before closing it. Flipping the TV on, he plopped onto his couch. He was staring at the screen, but wasn't processing what he was watching.

"Dammit, Carrie," he breathed.

I need to put my foot down. She can't keep acting like this, and expect me to be here to pick up the pieces.

He looked down at his phone. There weren't any new notifications. Carrie was going to be out for the rest of the night, and it was only seven. He glanced back at his phone and opened his contact list. Just because Carrie liked to ruin his nights, didn't mean he would let her.

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"I'm glad you decided to meet with me, my man," Logan said shaking Wallace's hand.

"I mean, if a Hollywood celeb asks me to join him for drinks at the 09'er, I'm not gonna refuse," Wallace replied smiling. "But what's the catch, Logan?" he continued, "I haven't heard from you in ages."

"Can't a guy just call his old high school buddy for the hell of it?" Logan responded.

"Last time, I checked. We did not talk in high school," Wallace laughed, "I think you got the wrong person."

"Alright," Logan said more seriously, "I didn't have anyone else to call. I know you're a good guy. I don't have very many friends that are good guys, Wallace." Wallace nodded. He seemed to understand what Logan was saying. Logan was sure that Wallace had seen stories in the Hollywood news about him and his dysfunctional life.

The two sat in silence for a while, both sipping from their mugs. Logan motioned for the bartended to get them another round.

"Drinks are on me," he said. That seemed to relax Wallace a bit.

Nodding he said more happily, "Well, if that's the case…"