Disclaimer: All the characters in this story are the creations of Ann M. Martin, except for Ian Stevens, who is my creation.
A/N: This is my first fanfic on this site. Please R/R. This is kind of a variation of a storyline that is probably used a lot. If it is like anything you've read here or somewhere else, it is by pure accident. This is an original idea. This will be in Logan's P.O.V. Enjoy.
It all started on a warm March morning. I was ready for work (I'm the football coach at SHS) and was just relaxing for a few minutes. I let my dog, Luke (his last name is 'Duke' for obvious reasons), a brown lab puppy, in the house for a few minutes. I played with him for a little, then I put him back outside.
I glanced at the paper. Nothing interesting was there. I put it down and left for work. As I got into my 1969 Dodge Charger, I spotted Ian Stevens, my neighbor from about 3 houses down. He got in his car and drove off. I waved, but he didn't wave back. I sighed.
You see, Ian Stevens is married to Mary Anne, my old girlfriend. He's a successful TV News anchor and she's an equally successful child psychologist. They've been married for about a year and a few months, maybe 4 or 5. They seem to be a happy couple and they're both well liked around the neighborhood. Well, I don't particularly like Ian, myself. He's a little snobby to me and he also seems a little stuck up. He isn't very nice to me, even though I'm nice to him. I don't really think it's because of Mary Anne, either. He just seems to strongly dislike me for no good reason. I guess he thinks that I'm "not good enough" for his standards. Personally, I don't see why she married him, but maybe I'm wrong about him. Maybe he's not as stuck up as he seems, but just wants to keep up his "top dog" attitude when he's around the public.
Anyway, how Mary Anne and Ian met is kind of a long story. It all started off with us. We broke up at the end of the eighth grade again. During the rest of high school, we got back together again several times before we decided to just be friends. We ended up going to different colleges -she went to Yale and I went back to Kentucky to be near my relatives and old friends. We lost touch after a few months. While she was at Yale, she met Ian and after graduation she married him and moved down the street. I was (and still am) single and was already living down the street in my house with Luke. We had run into each other one day when we were at a block party. It was strange at first, but we became friends again. As hard as I tried, I couldn't get Ian to be friends with me, though. To tell you the truth, I don't mind at all. As Mary Anne views it, he's missing out on having a great friend and that's his loss.
To get back to my story, a few seconds later, Mary Anne came out. When she saw me, she smiled and waved. I waved back. Then I drove off towards word, thinking about the past. I mean, I'm way over her, but I still think about how happy we once were.
A/N: I'd like to thank Krista, or YellowRoseofTexas for helping me with some of this story.