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A/N: This chapter is super duper short, I know. I just felt it needed to be cut where I cut it.

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A/N: Voiceovers are in bold.


Logan drove them to the beach on Veronica's request. She didn't feel like going home now. Both sat in silence. Logan was trying to figure out how to segue into the 'boyfriend' territory. So, she had finally admitted her feelings for him out loud, in front of him. Albeit it was unintentional. Now he just had to get her to confess her feelings for him in his face, willingly and intentional. They walked over to a secluded spot and sat down.

Logan couldn't stand it any longer.

"Boyfriend?"

Veronica's stomach did a million nervous flip-flops.

"It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggle for breath, so the lover must struggle for words. – T.S. Eliot" Was running through Veronica's head.

"I don't-"

You don't what, Veronica? You don't know what made you say it? Lie. You don't know why you said it? Lie. You don't know if you meant it? Lie.

She jumped up and started to walk away from Logan. Logan groaned. Classic Veronica.

"Veronica, wait!" He called after her.

"Go away, Logan. I just can't deal with this now, okay?"

"He loves me back, so why is this such a proble-" She was jerked out of her thoughts roughly when a hand wrapped itself around her arm and tugged, spinning her around. She was inches from Logan and he still had his hand around her arm.

"Why do you always run?" He asked, slightly out of breath.

"Defence mechanism." She breathed back.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Veronica."

"Well, no one thought Duncan would hurt me or my own mother, but there you go."

"Veronica, I-"

"Don't say it. Don't say it's going to be okay, because it won't. I end up losing the people I let in. I have three people left, and I couldn't handle losing another."

"Why are you so scared?"

"I don't know, okay? I don't know. I don't want to lose you. And so I run, and I know it's stupid and childish but it works for me and right now it seems like the best thing to-"

She was cut off as Logan kissed her.

"-do." And then Veronica did what she was good at. In fact, she had recently perfected the art.

She ran.


Veronica knew she had to talk to Logan. Why had she run? She loved him and he loved her too. So what was the problem? Oh, right, fear of letting people get close. Damn her phobias.

She walked up the stairs of Logan's front porch and stood in front of the door, hand poised over the bell. She turned around halfway before facing the door once more. She was about to knock when she chickened out again. She turned around with her head down and walked right into the reason she was standing on that porch two seconds ago.

"What are you doing here?" She asked before she mentally kicked herself. What was he doing here? He lives here.

"Watching you try to ring my doorbell and decide against it."

"Right. About that... Euhm, I wanted to apologize."

"Its okay, Veronica, I get it." She looked up at him in confusion.

"You get what?"

"That, for some reason or the other, you don't want to be with me."

"No, that's the problem. I want to be with you. I just... last time I gave my heart away, it ended up in a million pieces on the floor. And the worst part was that it didn't just fall, the person I gave it to actually flung it to the floor and stepped on it for good measure. Pretty sure he poured gasoline on it too and lit it on fire." She was trying to elicit a smile from Logan, anything to make up for the last time she saw him, on the beach, when she was pretty sure she had hurt him. Badly.

"Look, Veronica, I don't know what else to do except promise you that I will not hurt you. All I know is that I want to be with you. You make me stop being a jackass and I stop you being a piece of cotton candy, although after you showed up Troy I'm starting to think you never were a piece of cotton candy to begin with."

Veronica laughed at that.

Logan smiled at her.

Okay, Veronica, this is it. Right now. When it's just done. No more running. What if your heart ends up broken? Yeah, well what if Logan ends up in an accident, God forbid, and the last thing you did was push him away? Or what if tomorrow the sky falls down?

"Screw it." She said softly before flinging her arms around Logan and kissing him. She felt his hands wrap around her waist and he walked backwards as he led her into the house and closed the door with his foot.

Hours later, when kissing had worn them out and they'd resigned to a movie, with Logan's arms around her waist and her head on his chest, all she could think was, "And I wanted to run from this? Damn."