It has been a while since I worked on this. Thanks to Rob Thomas for Veronica Mars. If you like short works or quick oneshots, this piece will not be one of those. I love long fanfictions. I am participating in Camp NaNoWriMo so expect a lot of updates.
I found myself questioning my life choices. I am awake and out of my house by 7am during my summer vacation to surf. Happy July 5th! Seriously Veronica? Did you not learn anything from the last time Logan and Dick tried to you to surf? That day was nothing but a disaster! I was constantly falling off the surfboard. I could sense Logan's growing frustration as he tried to help me figure out how to even get on the board in the water much less actually stand up. Dick got a black eye when he tried to help me get up on my board and my head accidentally connected to his. On second thought, maybe not all of the memories from that day were bad memories.
Am I really going to try to do this once again? Do I really expect different results? I see visions of embarrassing myself while potentially drowning a slow and painful death all because Casey batted his big brown eyes at me and I asked me to trust him. Didn't I do this already with another pretty boy 09er? How did that go for you, Veronica? And how is this experience going to be any different?
Mind made up, I turn back to my car. I was almost to safety when it was ripped away from me. "Veronica? Over here!" So close and yet so far away. I turn to see Casey in a wet suit waving at me. God save me from hot guys in wetsuits. They are my kryptonite. I sigh and slowly make my way towards him.
Casey grins at me, seeing my obvious lack of enthusiasm for this adventure. "Give it a shot, Veronica. If you are not having fun in a hour, we will stop surfing and do whatever you want to do. I promise to even feed you."
"Whatever Moondoggie." I say, pouting a little. "Just be warned that I have a history of accidentally damaging boys while surfing."
"Noted. I will try to avoid any accidental damage but know that I only have myself to blame if anything were to occur." Why does he have to be so charming? Was there a special class for rich guys on how to sweet talk the ladies?
Casey proved to be a patient teacher, working with my on land first to cover the basics of getting up on the board. I was surprised when we actually go out on the water and I was able to stand up for a bit. Of course, after a few seconds, I would topple over into the water but that was to be expected. I found myself actually having fun. Who knew that Casey would end up being a good teacher? I think this is one of the signs of the apocalypse.
After a while, I found myself growing tired. Apparently, surfing actually requires strength and stamina. That explains the abs of Logan, Dick and Casey. It also may explain the lack there of Duncans abs. He should definitely try surfing to tone up a bit if he wants to compete with his fellow pretty boys.
I was not ready to call it a day but I knew that I needed a bit of a break. I encouraged Casey to leave me and to actually surf for a bit. Poor guy had been stuck with me all day on the baby waves, ready to help me when I fall. Needless to say, he had his work cut out for him with that job. As he started hitting the bigger waves, I decided to float on my surfboard for a bit. The peace of ocean soothed me. Is this why they surf? This moment right here? Or is it all about the adrenaline for these guys?
Apparently I spaced out for a bit. I was startled out of my peace-like trance with "Ronnie! What the hell? You know you shouldn't be out this far. Especially by yourself. And who the hell let you out here on a surfboard? Don't they know that you are like a menace to yourself and others? Dude!"
Not too many people have had the opportunity to see the mother hen side of Dick. I used to find his worrying to be endearing because it was nice to know that he cared. Now...I just want to throat punch him.
"Dick, if my being out here bothers you so much, then you can always leave. It is a big ocean after all." I keep my eyes locked on Dick, ignoring his floating companion by his side. I know that nothing pisses Logan off more than being ignored. Apparently, I am feeling somewhat petty. I can feel him glaring at me. Let's see if I can time this just right. 5...4...3...
"What poor misguided sap let you use their surfboard?" I thought Logan would have held out for longer. How disappointing. I finally look over at him as he continues. "Did they think your skills in the sack meant that you could ride a wave just as good? Because it is a different kind of riding, you know?" I watch as one side of his mouth tilts up, his eyes twinkling. How can someone spewing that much evil be that attractive. I refuse to let him see me flinch, though. Not this time.
"Casey was the poor schmuck that I convinced to let me borrow his surfboard. He is really good...at surfing. And the things that he has taught me! Well, let me just say that he is a lot like a surfboard and will let me ride him anytime." I took a moment to enjoy their shocked faces. Innocent Veronica Mars, using naughty words? What has the world come to? Obviously, they can dish it but they cannot take it.
Before they can respond, I begin paddling to catch the next wave. I ignore Logans and Dicks calls of warning as I stand up, riding the wave in. For a few glorious seconds, I was so proud of myself. Then, as so often it goes in my life, my moment of glory was gone.
I found myself falling in slow motion. The last clear memory that I have is the board crashing down on my head. Everything else was in bits and pieces. I remember coughing up water on the beach, struggling to catch a breath. There were angry male shouts, punches thrown. Someone picked me up and started carrying me away. When I moaned, a whispered, "I got you." I remember throwing up and hearing "Dude! Ronnie got me!" and then I heard someone else throwing up. For some reason, this made me want to giggle. I hurt too much to do that though.
The next clear memory that I have is in a hospital room. A doctor calmly informed me that I have a concussion. He walked me through what that mean and the steps that I needed to take for the concussion. When he asked me if I had anyone at home to take care of me, I had to inform him that my father was out of town.
"Well, Mr. Echolls has volunteered to take you home and provide any care that you may need. He has also covered all of your medical expenses." Logan's dad is here? How did he know about my accident? I look at the doctor confused as he continued, "You are one lucky lady to have such a fine young man by your side. He has been pacing the waiting room, demanding updates on you. He obviously cares a great deal about you. I will go get him as we get your paperwork ready for your release. If you have any questions, the nurses will be able to help you. Have a great day."
I watch him walk away, in shock. So it is not Mr. Echolls out there. Well, fuck.