Dear Diary,
I am starting to think the idea of putting my face on a milk carton is not going to solve this case. Keith Mars is a private detective, a sleuth… he makes his living out of tracking down bail jumpers, cheating spouses and finding missing persons. Pity I can't hire him to find my missing memories.
I've been staring at my computer for about an hour. I finally have a password, there's all kinds of secrets waiting to be discovered in there. So why is it freaking me out? Why can't I just login and go on a little scavenger hunt to unlock the Mysteries of the Veronica who was? But if I am going to get to the bottom of it, I better get my ass in gear.
I've got another session with Dr Holtz next week and if it turns out anything like the last one… I don't want to go. I've been having bad dreams since our first session but we aren't sure if the memories are real and frankly the not knowing is starting to piss me off.
I'm starting to figure out why the old me had problems with Logan Echolls, for a guy with that face he sure is a jerk. I'm pretty sure the only reason that kiss is still tumbling around in this broken brain of mine is because it's the only one I can actually remember.
No other reason.
Veronica finally put her nerves aside and opened her laptop, she had waited until her father had to work late in the office with his new receptionist/intern Daisy.
Why was pressing the letters into her keyboard making her so anxious?
Encase you don't like what you find…
Her email account was a random cache of photographs and various documents referring to cases that she had no points of reference for.
Note to self… keep better records.
The music playlists were mostly indie rock and pop, electro rock and pop, synth pop, shoegaze-y stuff and the photographs ranged from beautiful artistic shots to random license plates and people going about their extra marital nocturnal lives.
She clicked onto a track called The Moments I'm Missing by an artist called Nina Nesbitt, it's like the words felt like her own private joke. She looked through the photographs but a lot of it felt like she might as well have been looking at pictures in a magazine for all the connection she could feel to their content. Even the ones where she was obviously enamoured during her relationship with Duncan Kane and the two of them were wrapped up in one another's arms. It wasn't until she got to the various video files of her and Lilly dancing around her bedroom that she could get a sense of the kind of friendship that they must have had. It was strange to see her but having no recollection of being there.
Lilly had been so full of life, she had this explosive energy, it was easy to see why Neptune missed her and the world felt so much darker without her. She was cheeky and full of sass, how you can go wrong with a hot blonde with gigantic blue eyes?
That's when she found it, hidden in a subfolder labelled baking recipes.
Lilly Kane Murder Investigation.
What was this?
"Dude, I am impressed!" Dick Casablanca's declared as he watched Logan return from his motel room to the beach bar outside where Casey Gant and Troy Vandergraf were waiting. "That girl was so hot I am amazed you didn't have to use tongs to remove her panties" he joked.
"Tijuana was a great idea!" Troy agreed as he passed Logan a beer.
"What can I say? Sometimes you just gotta get out of Neptune" Logan replied simply as he wiped the lip gloss from his mouth and sipped his drink. A weekend away from home was exactly what the doctor had ordered.
Clarita the lovely senorita he had just spent the last hour with had been pleasant company, and she had certainly helped him to get a certain petite blond fellow Neptune High Pirate off his mind… at least for a while.
"It's a shame DK couldn't make it" Troy commented.
"His parents are going up to the Napa house for a few days, they took him along" Logan told him simply.
Plus it's the memorial fountain dedication next week, so they want some alone time as a family.
"You sure he's not getting way laid by Veronica?" Dick joked sarcastically.
"Sorry guys but if I had the chance to be way laid by a chick that hot… I'd be making sure she couldn't ever forget me" Troy winked.
"Wow… that lasted like three seconds… you guys sure know how to ruin a guy's night" Logan complained as he drowned the last of his beer and headed off towards the bar again.
"What's his problem?" Troy asked.
"He's not the biggest Veronica fan" Casey explained.
"Yeah I got that the day he introduced her as Trampy McBitch… but I mean come on… the poor girl doesn't even remember half that shit anymore" Troy scoffed.
"I say Hotness is Hotness but it's best to just let this one go Dude" Dick advised him as Casey went off to check if Logan was alright.
He wasn't and he knew it. He missed the old Veronica… he couldn't stop missing her even though he was struggling to accept how attracted he was to the possibility of starting over with none of the baggage between them.
Hadn't part of him wanted something like this? That he could just erase the drama between them and have her back in his life?
Except it wasn't her. He wanted that conflict… he craved that verbal sparring and their little rivalry… he wanted her calling him on his bullshit and her witty remarks. He wanted her in pain like he was because then there was someone else out there who understood what he was going through…
He wasn't alone.
