A/N: Since this fic will soon be coming to an end and I've loved writing it so much, I've decided to do sort of a sequel, but I wanted to do something a little different. It'll be only six or seven parts and will be centered around Madison and how the events from RFE have totally turned her world upside down. There are going to be appearances by everyone and alot of references to events from RFE. I'll also tie up some loose ends people were wondering about. Now onto the story...

Chapter 28 part 2

"What now?" Mac asked curiously, gazing wide eyed at the boy hoverng close by.

Sighing, Dick walked closer and sat down beside her on the cold, stone bench. "I don't know."

Fidgeting, Mac began to comb her fingers through her hair, trying to regain some sort of control to the deliberately styled waves her mother had painstakingly created. Realizing that her attempt at fixing her wind blown hair was futile, Mac dropped her hands limply to her side. "It looks like we just survived our first fight."

"Yeah, we did." Dick grinned widely, knowing her words were meant as reassurance. Nodding his head towards the school, he held out his hand. "We should probably get in there."

Mac stood slowly, her heart pounding in her ears as she placed her small hand into Dick's larger one. With a spring in his step, Dick began to make his way towards the school, but hesitated when he noticed Mac's obvious reluctance.

Gulping nervously, Mac swiped her hand at the mascara that ran down her cheeks; clear proof of her earlier tears. "I refuse to look like this my first time being officially seen with you."

Looking down into Mac's uncertain eyes, Dick was tempted to drag her into the dance and announce to anyone who would listen that she was with him. Knowing that would only make things harder for her, Dick managed to restrain himself.

Quelling the disappointment that filled his chest, Dick nodded his agreement. He knew Mac was right, the first time she showed up on his arm, they would already be dealing with his less than pleased peers there was no need give them anything to snicker and sneer at, which was what they would do if Mac walked in with disheveled hair and mascara lines down her face. After all, nothing less than perfection was above reproach from the worldly teenagers of Neptune, there was no need to add fuel to what was sure to be an inferno.

Dick inwardly cringed as he thought of all the nasty gossip and innuendos Mac would have to face once the world saw them together. He didn't even want to think of the large revolts of the 09er girls, which would undoubtedly be led by a vindictive Madison Sinclair, when they realized he was planning on bringing an outsider into their cherished domain. They didn't deal with change well, and they certainly didn't accept anything deemed beneath them.

"What about your first…?" Dick tilted his head towards the school, indicating the dance.

"We'll go next year." Chuckling softly, Mac slipped her hand back into his. "Right now though, you still owe me that rematch you promised me."

Dick frowned, trying to figure out what she was referring to when he suddenly remembered the first night they had met. "You are so on."

"This time I will kick your ass." Mac stated firmly, pulling him towards the parking lot.

"Just keep telling yourself that." Dick mocked, pulling out his cell phone to call for a ride. "But remember that I warned you that I am the king of miniture golf."

"I'm not sure if I find it really cute that you've actually dubbed youself that or just really pathetic…" Mac teased, grinning when Dick stuck his tongue out at her. "I guess I'll just have to go with pathetically cute."

"I think I can deal with that." Laughing, Dick pulled Mac into his arms, marveling at the way she happily leaned into his embrace.

Warm, experienced lips met soft, innocenct ones; both eagerly pressing together in a sweet yet electrifying touch of lips. It was everything a first kiss was meant to be; magical and full of whispered promises of more to come.

Mac sighed dreamily when Dick pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. If this was what the future with Dick held then she knew without a doubt that they could face a whole mob of angry 09ers and come out victorious.

At the unwelcome thoughts of the cruel teenagers, Mac unexpectedly giggled. The idea of the wrath the new couple was guranteed to face was no longer as intimidating as it had been only minutes earlier.

At Dick's curious look, Mac grabbed his hand and gave an amused smile. "I was just thinking about Monday…"

"Yeah…" Chuckling lowly, Dick nodded in understanding. "It's gonna be interesting."

Madison frowned as she walked out of the Sheriff's department, she was pretty sure her rights had been violated by the arrogant man, wasn't she supposed to get a phone call or something?

After nearly three hours of sittting in a dingy, urine soaked prison cell, Lamb had finally been forced to release the three teenagers on account that he had absolutely no evidence to support his claims of underage drinking or public disturbance.

The only satisfaction Madison had now was the look of sheer panic that had crossed Lamb's face once he realized just who she was and how much power her family had in this town. As she had made her way out of the dank prison cell, Lamb had been overly apologetic, desperately stumbling over himself to make amends. Madison had assured him that her parents, along with their bevy of high-priced, ruthless lawyers would be in contact very soon.

Snorting, Madison stomped down the large cement steps and glanced at her expensive watch, groaning when she realised she had missed almost the entire dance.

Opting to skip a night of partying, she sat down on one of the cold, hard steps and thought of the few options she had to get home. Calling her parents was out of the question since they were in Boston visiting relatives and all of her friends were probably too busy getting drunk at the numerous after parties being thrown around town.

The only option she had was tapering her anger enough to ask Lamb for a ride home. He would undoubtedly be eager to assist her, hoping for a more favorable review from her to her parents.

Preparing to face the man she was quickly growing to hate, Madison turned to walk up the stairs, but paused as a familiar face came into view and walked past her.

Eyes following him of their own accord, Madison frowned thoughtfully while looking him up and down.

It felt almost as though she was seeing him for the first time. She had never really allowed herself to see him for what he was; sexy in an unconventional sort of way.

Never had she taken notice of the way his eyes seemed to sparkle with undeniable intellegence and humor, but then again- why would she? It wasn't as though he ever really spent time in her social groups- and if he did, it was an unwelcome occurance.

He wasn't at all like her old boyfriends, but maybe that was a good thing. After wasting years catering to 09er standards, it was time she branched off from the Dick Casablancas types. Gathering her courage and what was left of her pride, Madison decided it was time to take control of her life once again.

"Hey, can I get a ride with you?" Madison called out, smiling when he turned around with a slight uptilt of his lips.

Pulling the silky material over her glistening body, Veronica smiled at the boy who was watching her intently. Her mind drifted back to the night she had gone to Troy's house. At the time she had thought no guy could ever look as good as Troy had with rumpled hair and a mischievous grin, but now as she took in the sight of a wet and grinning, semi-clothed Logan, Veronica knew she had never been more wrong. She could barely even remember what had attracted her to Troy in the first place.

"You know, I hate putting on clothes when I'm still wet…" Logan trailed off, his eyes sparkling.

"Nope, clothes are going back on." Veronica said matter of factly, tossing Logan's wrinkled shirt at his bare chest.

Walking over to the large blanket spread out far away from the rising tide, Veronica plopped down onto her back, gazing at the bright stars above her.

"She would have been proud." Logan murmured as he sat down next to her, pulling his knees up to his chest.

Sitting up, Veronica leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed, watching as the moonlight reflected off the ocean, bathing them in a irredesent glow.

Not for the first time that night, images of a girl larger than life filled their minds, infusing the air with bittersweet memories.

Veronica laughed as she thought of what Lilly would have said at the news of her best friend and troublesome boyfriend skinny dipping together.

Knowing Lilly, she would have pouted at the fact that they hadn't brought her along for her innocent friend's uncharacteristicly daring act. Then she would have demanded every little detail- starting with the question of whether Veronica snuck a peek at a naked Logan. After she had pried every thing she could from the involved parties, she would have smiled her trademark Lilly smile, the one that said she knew something no one else did- which undoubtedly she did, and acted as if she had arranged the whole thing.

Wherever Lilly was, Veronica was positive the dazzling blonde was laughing her ass off while she watched the people she loved finally begin to regain their footing, in new and unexpected ways, in a world without her.

"Yeah, she would have been." Veronica whispered, pressing her face against his neck.

With a smile, she noticed Logan's pulse accelerate wildly as she snuggled closer to him.

Feeling bold, Veronica nipped lightly on the sensitive spot below his ear, eliciting a shuddering gasp from Logan.

Content to allow Veronica to control this little interlude, Logan took a deep breath and waited to see what her next move would be. He wasn't disappointed when her lips began making a slow trail of butterfly kisses down his neck to his rapidly beating pulse, flicking her tongue against his smooth skin.

Sucking gently, Veronica revelled in the low moan that escaped his throat before moving her attention to his lips. Combing her fingers through his hair, Veronica tilted his head down; gaining easier access to the mouth that could aggravate her so easily.

Wrapping his arms around her back, Logan eagerly parted his lips, groaning at the feel of Veronica's demaning lips pressing against his, her tongue exploring his mouth with newfound wonder.

No longer satisfied with being passive, Logan possesively slanted his mouth over hers, taking control of the kiss as his tongue thrust into her mouth, coaxing her to join in a playful game.

More than happy to oblige, Veronica slid her tongue lightly against his in a wet tangle as she pressed more firmly into his arms.

Slowly pulling her lips from his, Veronica gasped for breath as she struggled to calm her erratic breathing; her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

Veronica smiled gently, letting him know that although their activities were over for the moment, they would return to the delightful pastime in the near future. Giving her a chaste peck on the lips, Logan nodded in understanding; relieved by the simply fact that she was one to initiate their first kiss as a real couple.

Laying back, Veronica pulled Logan down with her so she could rest her head on his strong chest. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to be swept away in the serenity that surrounded them.

"Hmm.." She sighed sleepily, burrowing her face into Logan's chest. "This is nice."

Awkwardly, Logan's hands hovered above her back, unsure of where to put them. It had been so long since he had held anyone like this. Actually, if he really thought about it, he hadn't ever done anything like this before.

His family had never been the touchy feely kind. The closest thing he had ever received to a hug was from his mother when had been sent to the emergency room after an accident when he was five. All other contact had been avoided unless done for the benefit of the eager paparazzi longing for the heartwarming shot of the perfect, happy Echolls family.

In his short life there hadn't been many touches that went without ulterior motives of gaining a higher social status or for simply nothing more than sex.

With Lilly it had always been along the lines of fuck now, cuddle never. He could vaguely remember the first, which turned out to be the last, time he had tried to cuddle with her only to be laughed at, called a pussy, and ridiculed for days after.

Then came all the other girls after Lilly, he hadn't even bothered to learn their names, they were merely faceless bodies meant to ease the sting of loneliness. Each touch shared with them had been cold and devoid of any real emotion, lacking in any sincerity.

With Veronica even the simplest of touches were more intimate than he any he could even remember. Logan suddenly realized what he had been missing out on all those years without her by his side and sent a silent thank you to whatever powers that be that she had given him a chance.

Smiling gently, Logan wrapped his arms around her small form, surprised at how natural it felt to hold her so close.

Inhaling the sweet scent of apples and salt water from her hair, Logan pulled Veronica closer to his body, savoring the moment of rare contentment.

He honestly didn't know what chaos Monday would bring now that Duncan was back in the land of the living, but he did know that no matter what happened in the upcoming days, he would always remember this feeling of perfection.