A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update but things have been crazy. Just so you know, this chapter is mainly setting up for future chapters. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 10

"Sweetie, do you know where the Clark file is? I already checked the office and it's not there!" Keith called, the sound of his voice getting closer.

Oh, god. Please don't come back here!

"Check the table beside the couch." Veronica called, trying desperately to get Logan off of her.

Finally, Logan rolled to his side, allowing Veronica to slide out from beneath him.

"I found-" Keith abrubtly stopped speaking.

Running into the living room, Veronica stopped short at the sight in front of her. Her father stood stood in the middle of the room, frowning, clutching Logans pants in his hands.

"Explain." Keith bit out.

Veronica quickly thought of all the possible reasons there was a mans pair of pants in the living room.

"Are they yours?" Veronica asked casually.

"No! Who's the owner of them?" Keith demanded.

"The guy I brought home with me. He's in my bed right now, actually." Veronica replied sarcasticly, hoping he wouldn't see the truth in her words.

In most situations with her father, Veronica could use a bit of sarcasm, a well placed joke and the tension would easily dispel. It didn't work today.

"Not funny." Keith said, pointing a finger at her.

Before Veronica could reply, a large thump came from Veronicas room.

"Veronica." Keith hissed, shoving passed her to storm into her bedroom.

Veronica cringed, waiting for the inevitable blow-up, when none came she cautiously made her way towards her bedroom.

Glancing at the empty, rumpled bed, Veronica grinned. She watched as Backup sniffed the textbook that had fallen off her dresser.

"I thought that boyfriend of yours, Troy, was sneaking around in here." Keith said, baffled, glancing around the empty room.

"I can honestly say that Troy is not hiding in here."

Her father looked at her, determined. "Tell me what's going on. Now."

Veronica smiled inwardly, thanks to this little distraction, she had time to come up with the perfect cover.

"Fine." Veronica growned. "I swore not to tell you but I guess I have to."

"Yes. You do."

"Last night I went to that party, remember? Well, Wallace was there and he saw his date making out with some guy so…he kinda got wasted. I couldn't take him home so I brought him back here. He borrowed a pair of your sweat pants after he cleaned himself up. He left afew hours ago. Please don't tell his mom. Please?" Veronica pleaded.

Keith nodded. "I won't but from now on I want to be in the loop from the get go, got it?"

"Yup." Veronica nodded eagerly.

"I have to get to the airport. I'll be back in afew days." Keith kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry about this, sweetie. It's just that I'm out of town a lot and you have that new boyfriend, Troy…"

"Way to show the trust, dad." Veronica said sarcasticly.

"I know. I have to go but I promise lots of daddy-daughter time when I get back." Keith promised as he walked out of the room.

Veronica waited until she heard the front door close before looking around her room. Suddenly a noise from the closet caught her attention.

Opening the door, Veronica saw Logan sprawled on the floor of her closet, eyes closed.

"Time to rise and shine." Veronica said cheerily before slamming the door closed.

Walking into the kitchen, Veronica grabbed the phone and dialed Wallaces number.

"Hello?" Wallace answered groggily.

"Hey, I need a favor. It's not even that big a deal to be considered a favor really." Veronica chirped as she pulled things out of the cabinets.

"What do you need?" Wallace groaned.

"Just pretend that last night you went to the party with me. While we were there you got hammered cause your date cheated on you, then you stayed the night at my place, borrowed my dads sweat pants and forgot yours here." Veronica explained quickly.

"Do you ever ask for normal favors?"

"Nope, so is that a yes?" Veronica asked hopefully.

"Yeah, but I expect…"

Veronica stopped listening when Logan walked into the kitchen, hands held to his head.

"I'll explain everything at school, bye Wallace." Veronica hung up and stared at Logan.

He glanced at the counter where she had set Logans breakfast. He stared at her intently before swallowing the asprin. Years ago, before eveything went to hell, it had been a usual occurrence for Veronica and Duncan to take care of Logan and Lilly after a night of too much drinking. Lillys miracle cure to a hangover had been a glass of apple juice with just a spash of vodka. Logans had been orange juice, asprin, and a bannana.

"How do you feel?"

After finishing his drink he spoke.

"Like hell. I understand why I have a hangover but why the hell does my face feel like some took a sledge hammer to it?" Logan groaned.

"Because you got in a fight with Troy and destroyed Enboms fancy living room."

Logan nodded as if he had expected her to say this. Suddenly, he glanced at her and let his eyes slowly look her up and down, taking in the sight of her in skimpy pajamas. Veronica inwardly cursed, she had planned to change before facing Logan but with all that happened she had forgotten. Logan looked down at his lack of clothing and smirked.

"What else happened last night?" Logan leered.

"Nothing." Veronica bit out.

"Really? Then why do we both appear to be lacking most of our clothes? I mean, I'm half naked and I woke up in your bed. By the way, I really didn't appreciate having to hide this morning."

Veronica laughed. "If you hadn't then I'm pretty sure I'd be washing blood out of the carpet. So just be thankfull you woke up when you did."

"Fine. But are you sure you didn't take advantage of me during my drunken state?" Logan smirked.

Veronica rolled her eyes. "Nope, actually it was the other way around. I mean you practicly begged me, going so far as doing a strip tease to try and 'entice' me." Veronica grinned. "It didn't work."

Logan suppressed a groan. "Anything else I should know about?"

"Nope, well you did almost announce our little arrangement to the entire party." Veronica responded. "Then you passed out on my bed and wouldn't budge."

She had been debating about telling him about their sleeping arrangements but decided he didn't need to know she slept under him all night, he didn't need any more ammunition against her. Like he would ever let me live that down.

Logan stared at her, studying the way her cheeks turned a cute shade of pink. He wondered just how far it went.

Veronicas cough pulled him from his thoughts. "Uh…Do you remember anything from last night or this morning?"

"Anything in particular?"

"Nope." Veronica said quickly.

"Okay, then I should get going." Logan muttered.

Veronica sighed in relief. "See you tomorrow."

As Logan grabbed his pants and pulled them on, a thought occurred to him. "Hey, why didn't you just take me home?"

"Because I didn't want your parents to get mad at you." Veronica said simply.

Logan walked out the door, with his shoes and shirt in his hands. Before the door closed, Logan looked over his shoulder and smirked. "My parents are out of town."

Veronica stood, gaping the closed door, wide-eyed.

The sound of the door bell pulled Mac from her depressing thoughts. She had barely slept the night before, instead going over repeatedly how humilating it was when Dick and her mother met.

Swinging the door open, Mac gasped at the sight of Dick Casablancas on her doorstep.

"Hey." Dick smiled.

"Uh…hi." Mac stuttered, hating herself bacause of it.

Great, now he probably thinks I'm an idiot.

Dick grinned. "You wanna hang out?"

"Now?" Mac asked.

"Yeah. Unless you have plans?" Dick smirked, letting his eyes roam over her Tweaty pajamas.

"Let me go change." Mac blushed.

"No, you look good."

Mac felt like jumping up and down, squealing. Instead she smiled brightly and leaned against the door frame.

"Where can we go with me dressed like this?" Mac asked, giddy.

"Don't you know who I am? We can go anywhere." Dick said arrogantly.

"You are so full of it." Mac laughed.

"Hey, I just know my worth and it happens to be a hell of al-" Dick was cut off by the shrill ring of his phone.

Rolling his eyes he answered. "You got him."

As Dick listened to the person on the other end his face fell. Turning away slightly Dick began to whisper angrily. "Madison, I'm busy right now. You can't just snap your fingers and expect me to come…well times are changing so get used to it…No, I'm busy right now…No…Fine, I'll meet you there."

Dick snapped his phone shut and smiled apologeticly to Mac. "I have to go. My…friend needs to see me."

Mac sighed. She wanted to scream. It wasn't fair but she couldn't really say that because Madison was his girlfriend, after all.

"Yeah. No problem." Mac nodded.

"By the way, you forgot this in my car last night." Dick held out her cell phone.

"Oh, I didn't even notice. Thanks." Mac mumbled before going inside.

Mac walked back into her bedroom to continue thinking about how much life sucked. Damn, sometimes I wish I had Madison Sinclairs life!

Veronica walked into school with Wallace by her side, hanging on her every word. "Your dad bought that lie?"

"Yup, thank god!" Veronica smiled as she scanned the hall. "Oh, there's Mac! See ya Wallace."

Veronica rushed to Macs side, giving her a tentative smile. "Hey…friend?"

Mac smiled. "No, I'm not mad at you. Although I should be."

Veronica sighed in relief. "Everything good?"

Mac smiled at her friend. Things were good. After afew hours of moping last night, Mac had opened her cell phone to see that Dick had programmed his phone number into it. Things were definitely good.

Veronica studied her friend. She knew that look, it was the same one she used to get whenever she thought about Duncan. Who's the lucky guy?

"I better get to class, bye." Mac said walking away.

Veronica watched as Beaver stopped Mac and said something, making her laugh. Meg had informed Veornica the other day that Beaver had brought Mac home from the party. Watching as Beaver shyly walked away from Mac, Veronica smiled inwardly. Those two are perfect for each other. They just need a little push in the right direction.