Obligatory Psychotic Jackass Chapter 9, a veronica mars fanfic

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A/N: Hey guys, here's another installment. As promised it's longer than usual chapters. I hope you guys are still bearing with me…? All grammatical errors are mine, no beta. Sorry. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 9:

Sunday Morning

Casablancas Residence

Dick was in his bedroom making some pretty important phone calls, "Look fuckface, did I stutter? You heard me-"

"So, now we have to treat that bitc-" Enbom began to sneer.

Dick was very frustrated with that retard, "Do you have fucking earwax in your ears man? You can't say, think, or do anything bad against Veronica Mars. Spread the word."

"Why-" He tried getting some sort of explanation from Dick.

"Strict orders. Unless, you want to feel Logan's or my foot up your sorry ass; I suggest you stick to the program. Do I make myself clear?" He threatened.

He mumbled, "Yeah."

"Good." Dick stated clearly satisfied and hung up the phone.

He had been at it all morning. Some people immediately did as they were told whether they liked it or not, afraid of the consequences and others tried questioning it like Enbom, but got their asses chewed off. Logan had been very meticulous with his orders and wanted them followed thoroughly.

Dick picked up his phone once more, dialed a very familiar number, and waited patiently as it rang.

"Hello?" Logan answered very groggily.

"Dude, are you just waking up?" Dick asked unbelievingly.

"Can I help you?" He inquired between yawns.

He looked over at the clock on the wall, "It's fucking one in the afternoon."

"I know. I couldn't go to sleep last night."

"That blows." He sighed, "I already made the phone calls. Everyone has been warned and informed of Veronica's new status of being left alone."

Logan quickly sat up, "Thanks, that's great. Now, about tomorrow-"

"Dude, already taken care off. Don't sweat it and before I forget you have to be ready ten minutes before lunch starts, got it?"

"That's great!" He exclaimed excitedly. "You are awesome."

"No shit." Dick stated as if it was an obvious thing.

Later that day, Dick came over to the Echolls estate to swim around in the pool and to play some more video games. They also finished finalizing the last minute touches to Logan's big surprise.

Veronica was having a difficult time wrapping her head around the concept of Logan's remorse and apologies. He couldn't have had an abrupt change of heart just like that. Something must have happened… something that triggered his persistence about talking and the very thoughtful gifts, but what?

Veronica couldn't deny that each gift and note held a special place in her heart.

The twelve long stemmed roses and note that read: 'For every month I treated you wrong…'

(It is said the color of the roses represent an emotion or feeling towards the person receiving them. Veronica received three white roses that represented pureness, three red roses that represented passion, three pink roses that represented love, and three yellow roses that represented friendship. Those were all feelings Logan felt towards Veronica, even if he tried burying them deep down some time ago, he wasn't able to forget or erase them. They only grew stronger.)

The pink stuffed pony and note that read: 'For marshmallows and promises…'

(He made her a promise in seventh grade. One in which he would win her a stuffed animal through his ring tossing abilities. He had won the pony at a school carnival the year before, but never got around to giving it to her until now.)

The book, '100 Love Sonnets' by Pablo Neruda and note that read: 'For forgiveness and hope…'

(The book had a post-it in shape of a heart on Sonnet XXV, the poem he dedicated to her on the day of their special date; the letter she found on what should have been her dinner plate. Neruda is one of her favorite poets.)

The winter wonderland white orchid in a beautifully carved vase and note that read: 'For friendship and love…'

(This is her favorite flower because she liked how it appeared to be magical. Nobody had ever given her one before, not even Duncan when they dated. The vase was hand carved by Logan himself from one of his classes, making it more unique. Anybody could be given a rose by somebody, but an orchid expressed so much more. It showed that the person whom it was for that they are the most valuable person there is and worth the extra effort, and just as beautiful as the flower itself. A rose was something that was given to a sick grandma not a person another was interested in.)

The Miss Fields chocolate chip cookie and note that read: 'For missing you…'

(Before this whole incident occurred, Logan and Veronica had started their own tradition; they celebrated the day of their first encounter. They had been practicing this custom since they were thirteen years old. They would buy a Miss Fields chocolate chip cookie and celebrate their friendship without the Kanes. Just the two of them.)

The ipod and note that read: 'For second chances…'

(Veronica had mentioned once that she wanted an ipod and refused anytime he offered to buy it for her; saying that she would buy it herself one day. The note had meant so much… it was ironic that now he was the one asking for a second chance. This letter reminded her so much of the one she wrote for him.)

The scrapbook and note that read: 'For old memories and space for new ones…

(The song was very touching… Logan had always felt out of place especially around her because he felt he wasn't good enough. She never knew that about him. It hurt to know he felt that way when she had always felt the same. Logan could have had his pick of full figured model looking bimbos and yet chose to spend his time with her.

The pictures alone caused various waves of emotions to curse through her. The last picture in the scrapbook was of her and Logan. It was taken a week before the misunderstanding. They were at the beach; Logan was wearing black board shorts and Veronica a red bikini. He was carrying her bride-style out of the water, as the sun was setting, and both had huge smiles on their faces. Underneath the picture two little words stood out… 'One Day.')

What could she make out of that? Was it another unwritten promise? A hint to what their futures held? …

Sunday was very uneventful for the petite blonde. She tried working on homework to keep busy and not think about Logan, but it was useless. He was slowly getting under her skin all over again.

Monday morning.

Echolls Residence

Logan woke up bright and early something he never did, but in his defense he was very anxious about the day's activity. He took a quick shower and when he came out of the bathroom into his room he found an outfit laid out on his bed. There was a brown suede jacket, green t-shirt, and a pair of designer jeans.

The whole outfit was brand new and he was sure his mom had something to do with it.

"Morning mom." Logan said entering the kitchen.

Lynn turned around to face her son, "Good morning, how are your nerves holding off?"

Logan sighed.

"Here, I don't want you going on an empty stomach." She placed a plate of freshly baked cookies in front of him and a glass of milk. "I helped Mrs. Navarro bake them."

"Thank you, they were delicious." He said standing up from his chair.

Lynn leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, "You look great."

"Thanks to you." He returned the kiss and began walking towards the door.

"And honey..."

Logan looked back at his mom, "Yeah mom?"

"Go get her." She encouraged.

"I'll try." He gave her a sly smile. He wasn't sure if any of this would work, but he was sure going to try.

"I love you."

"I love you too." And with that he was out the door.

Mars Household

Beep Beep Beep

Veronica's arm reached over the nightstand to hit the snooze button on her alarm clock. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go to school or not because she would have to face none other than Logan Echolls.

She wasn't ready for that encounter just yet. She knew that eventually at some point she should explain to him what happened that dreadful night and there after. She was just hoping it would have to be way later or maybe never.

The choice was made for her instead, "Sweetie, it's time to get up or you are going to be late for school. Come on, breakfast is served."

"Five more minutes." She mumbled from underneath the covers.

Keith opened the door wider, "I guess…" and waved a plate of bacon around in her room, "I'm going to eat this all alone, suit yourself."

She breathed in the wonderful aroma, "Mmm, bacon." She threw the covers down and jumped out of bed, "I'll be ready in ten minutes."

Keith chuckled at his daughter's appetite as he walked back to the kitchen.

Veronica pulled out a worn out black Beatles t-shirt, jean skirt, and under garments from her closet and headed into her bathroom. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail. She put on her favorite pair of combat boots.

She shared a wonderful breakfast with her favorite man, "I'll stop by the office after school to finish the filing from last week." She picked up their plates and placed them in the sink.

"I have a meeting with Cliff at three, but I'll see you there afterwards."

She smiled brightly, "Sure thing pops. See you then." She kissed him quickly on the cheek as she headed towards the door. "Love ya."

"Love you too sweetie."

Before going to school, Veronica picked up Wallace, who had now fully recovered from the flu. The drive to school was short and filled with small talk.

Neptune High School

As they entered the student parking lot Veronica felt chills going down her spine. Her usual parking space wasn't vandalized with any graffiti or curse words. On the contrary it was quite spotless.

When she stepped out of the car, she didn't hear anyone yell out any names at her; like slut or whore like they usually did. People who usually shot her death glares or snickered behind her back were all busy talking within their own cliques.

She looked over at Wallace agape, who was standing right next to her with his jaw on the floor, this wasn't their usual welcome.

She took a deep breath and finally asked, "Did we just enter the twilight zone or did hell just freeze over?"

Wallace looked at her dumbfounded. He didn't know what was going on at all. He had missed a whole week of school and came back to this. Something was definitely up…

Veronica would have mentioned something to him if anything different had happened while he was gone, but she hadn't. He was just as clueless as her.

People didn't even bother to look at her. They simply ignored her. She wasn't used to that. She wasn't even sure if she liked it. People calling her names, bothering her, plotting things against her; she could handle that. Not any of this.

Things had remained the same throughout her first three periods.

She was happy that even though she hadn't been trying to avoid Logan, until now, she hadn't seen him. She also knew that wouldn't last forever because she had him next for fourth period and again for sixth.

When she walked in to her fourth period, journalism class, the last thing she expected to find was Logan sitting down in his seat smiling genuinely at her. His chocolate brown eyes staring straight into her ocean blue eyes; his eyes had a spark in them, something she hadn't seen in a long time.

Veronica couldn't help the crimson red that colored her face. She was blushing. Blushing because none other than, Logan Echolls, continued to gaze upon her.

Class flew by very quickly, without a single glitch; the only thing out of the ordinary was that Logan volunteered to interview the school marching band and orchestra for the school paper. He left the classroom about fifteen minutes before it ended.

Since when did that happen? Logan would only do enough work to get a passing grade. Logan Echolls did not do his homework; attend class on a regular basis, and much less volunteer. Something was definitely wrong with that picture…

As soon as the bell rang announcing the end of fourth period everyone rushed to door excitedly. They were all ready to enjoy the only free hour they had during school to socialize, lunch.

When Veronica reached her usual table, her three closest friends were already waiting for her.

A short delivery boy appeared at their table with a couple of bags of food, "Special delivery for Veronica Mars and friends." He said holding up the bags.

"We didn't order anything." Responded Veronica, looking at him suspiciously. 'This must be it.' The bomb she had been waiting to fall. It all seemed surreal… Of course, things wouldn't change over night. This could be what all the 09ers had been waiting for to happen all day. The big blow.

"It has already been taken care off." He placed the bags of food on the table and left.

"Wait! You can't leave that here." Veronica yelled after him trying to get him to take it back.

"Look, there's a note." Piped Mac. She grabbed the note and read it out loud: 'Bon appetite, enjoy the show…Sugarpuss.'

"I wonder what that was about." Added Wallace.

Weevil opened one of the bags and pulled out a bowl of steamed rice and chicken, "I dunno, but I'm not letting this go to waste." He said digging in.

'Enjoy the show… Sugarpuss. What the hell does that mean?' Wondered Veronica.

A voice rang through the school speakers, humming slightly, trying to get the right pitch. His tone was shaky and a bit nervous. A voice she recognized instantly…

Watch my life/ Pass me by/ In the rear view mirror/ Pictures frozen in time/ Are becoming clearer/ I don't wanna waste another day/ Stuck in the shadow of my mistakes/ Yeah...

Everyone in the quad began looking around desperately trying to figure out who was singing.

That's when it happened, the mystery man made his grand entrance, as he jumped on top of the yellow monstrosity's hood, and pointed directly at Veronica.

Cause I want you/ And I feel you/ Crawling underneath my skin/ Like a hunger/ Like a burning/ To find a place I've never been/ Now I'm broken/ And I'm faded/ I'm half the man I thought I would be/ But you can have what's left of me

Veronica sat there frozen while everyone around her gasped and whispered. Their king Logan Echolls was singing "What's Left of Me" by Nick Lachey. He was singing it to none other than Veronica Mars, his arch nemesis. People had to rub their eyes for a couple of minutes to make sure they weren't hallucinating. That this in fact was a reality.

I've been dying inside/ Little by little/ No where to go/ But going out of my mind/ In endless circles/ Running from my self until/ You gave me a reason for standing still

As the second verse started the school marching band and orchestra made a magical appearance, accompanying their leader. The school choir appeared out of nowhere singing the chorus; they approached Veronica, and each placed a puzzle piece on the table. After all he had hired them.

Logan's chocolate brown eyes were looking directly into hers, trying to transmit all he felt, to assure her he meant every single word of the song.

His eyes had always been a gateway to Logan's soul. Only a handful of people had been permitted to get close enough to him to see it, and only one allowed full access. His voice was raw, full of emotion, conveying the frantic need and want; he wanted to prove to her how sorry he was.

Veronica's eyes were filled with unshed tears. Logan was truly going above and beyond… This by far had been the sweetest most romantic thing anyone had ever done. She was beginning to rethink the whole idea of never having their much needed conversation to a maybe someday.

It's falling faster/ Barely breathing/ Give me something/ To believe in/ Tell me: It's not all in my head/

Take what's left/ Of this man/ Make me whole/ Once again/

Dick was screaming and whistling, encouraging Logan to continue, he'd seen the way Veronica was looking at him. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. She had this spark in her eyes… It was like they were the only two people who existed at that particular moment. Mac, Wallace, and Weevil noticed it too. The chemistry was obvious. It was undeniable… Sparks were flying.

I've been dying inside you see/ I'm going out of my mind/ Out of my mind/ I'm just running in circles all the time/ Will you take what's left/ Will you take what's left/ Will you take what's left of me?/ Just running in circles in my mind/ Will you take what's left/ Will you take what's left/

Will you take what's left of me?

A couple of tears escaped Logan's own eyes as he finished the song.

The whole student body was on their feet clapping and yelling for an encore.

'For finally pulling my head out of my ass…' He thought jumping off his car.

TBC…

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