Veronica has a corkboard
She's sitting on the edge of her bed, Wallace lounging way too comfortably behind her.
Sounds of fun are drifting out from the living room where Logan and Mac are playing video games...Dick is there too because Logan and Dick had apparently gotten some surgery over the summer that connects them at the hip.
Wallace had been happily talking with then all until she had dragged him unceremoniously into her bedroom to help her with a problem.
A problem Dick had made a rude comment about.
Of course.
Ugh.
She stared at the corkboard she had leaning against her wall. Pictures and scraps of paper, her evidence pinned all over it.
It looked strikingly similar to another corkboard from freshman year.
Complete with the pi sigma photo.
The newest of the evidence she'd collected was the truck parked just down the block of the building every night that week.
"You're supposed to be helping me." She turns to Wallace whose not even paying the slightest amount of attention, "don't you want to know who it is?"
Wallace looks up at her and smiles softly at her, "if I wanted to know I'd ask her. In fact she's right out there." He slides off the bed and goes to open the door, "let me get her for you."
She rushes to push the door closed and looks up at Wallace with the biggest saddest eyes she can muster.
"You have to help me, I just can't get it. Nothing makes any sense." Wallace softens because he's always soft to her (which is fine because she's soft for him too). She walks back to the board and he follows her this time, "It should so obviously be Pete, they've shown an open fondness for each other, she helped him pass his classes, he was practically the only one she talked to at the party. That sweater should be his. He's even the same pledge class as Dick."
Wallace steps in close and looks at her handy work. She's pulled out all the stops, something she usually reserves for murderers and rapists.
"So its Pete then."
"Except Pete is..." She drops off and Wallace looks at her wide-eyed, she steps in and pushes a paper out-of-the-way and a picture of Pete in full-out make out mode with a boy is revealed.
"No way."
"Yep. He's in Pete's anthropology class...his names Tristan...he's sweet." Pete had begged her not to tell anyone and of course she wouldn't. If he wasn't ready for the house to know he was gay than she wasn't going to push him out of the closet.
She wasn't that heartless (usually).
But it did leave her at square one.
"Whose car is this?" He asks and it's the not so covertly parked car that's been showing up every night that week.
Every night of which she is positive she's heard more than any room-mate wants too.
Macs been considerate but her partner hasn't been.
Like he wants to get caught.
Then just let her catch them already damn it. But Mac keeps her door locked at night and no matter how long she stares at that car she never manages to catch him.
"The cars registered to Dick." She tells him crossing her arms and looking at the photo again, "it just doesn't make any sense Wallace. Most of the evidence points at a friend of Dorothy except these random pieces which make no sense at all."
Wallace is looking at her like she's missing something, and she must be.
Because her gut tells her the person that's sneaking into their apartment night after night is sitting in their living room right now. But she's seen them interact. It was the same as it had always been. Insults and video games and Logan.
She grabs the corkboard and slides it down behind her dresser.
If she looks at it one more time she's going to hide in Macs closet and just wait for the guy to show up tonight.
Mac would never forgive her so that's so off the table...at least until next month.
Next month was sex quest, which meant that something was bound to happen, because as good a lay as this frat boy must be her Mac would never let herself become points on a whiteboard.
A/N: I will be gone all weekend so unfortunately I can't be Jane Curtain for you...no weekend update (it's an SNL joke) but i'll be in a car for approximately six hours so i should get some writing done for you. Love.