LOGAN ECHOLLS. LOGAAAN. ECCCHOOOLLLS. HE HAS A STUPID NAME. IF YOU REPEAT IT LIKE FIVE TIMES IT SOUNDS REALLY STUPID. SIGH, OKAY, THIS IS JUST A LAME, JUVENILE ATTEMPT TO MAKE MYSELF FORGET ABOUT THAT ALMOST KISS. I MEAN, COME ON! WE WERE FIGHTING FOR PETE'S SAKE! BUT IT WAS SO INTENSE AND... OKAY, THIS ISN'T WORKING. FOCUS ON HOW HE PISSES YOU OFF. HE CALLED YOU A BITCH! YOU ARE NOT A BITCH! WHY DOES LOGAN THINK I'M A BITCH ANYWAY? I MEAN, HE'S THE ONE WHO SLEPT WITH ANOTHER WOMAN. I JUST... YOU KNOW, RAN AWAY WHEN HE TOLD ME LOVED ME... AND ACCUSED HIM OF CRIMES SOMETIMES... BUT ONLY SOMETIMES!
"Earth to Veronica. Come in Veronica. Hello?" Wallace waved a hand in front of his best friend's face.
"Sorry Wallace. Got distracted. But no more! Supafly Sister is down to Earth for some serious Christmas shopping," Veronica smiled. Wallace gave her a knowing look.
"Spill," he commanded. Veronica sighed.
"Logan."
"Seriously? What's up with you and this guy Veronica? I'm having flash backs of high school... AND college. Hold me Mars! My head is spinning and I may just pass out." Wallace fake fell on to Veronica who laughed and pushed him off of her.
"Drama queen," she said through a smile.
"Moi?" Wallace put a hand over his heart. "No no no. The only drama queens I know are you and Logan. Seriously Veronica, either talk to the guy, and I mean without yelling or running away," he put his hands up as she glared at him. "Or move on."
GOSH, WOULDN'T THAT BE NICE. IF ONLY IT WAS SO SIMPLE.