Title: I'm So Glad That I'm An Island
Author: loraineee
fandom & pairing: Veronica Mars, Logan, no pairing, spoilers for second season
rating: pg
This is where he stops the tape. The girl onscreen faces the camera with a smile. She's looking down at the table and the lighting creates kind of a halo. A fucking halo. He stops it there because in the next frame, she'll turn around and meet him and it'll all go to shit and end in the most horrific of ways.
There isn't enough alcohol left in this house to let him forget that. Not that he could, with the marquee sized posters of his dad staring at him from all sides in the screening room.
When he first got home, after the bridge, after Veronica and after the sheriff's department, he remembers thinking that a little rage-fueled redecorating would be in order, if not expected from the asshat son of a girlfriend-murdering psychopath. Can't disappoint the slobbering masses after all.
But the prospect of slashing posters and trashing awards had just made him tired.
This place would have to be sold soon anyway, a sacrifice to the "keep Aaron Echolls out of the electric chair" fund. Or maybe he could open it as a museum. Keep him in beer and pizza money.
Too macabre? Maybe. But a boy could only mooch off his friends for so long. And when said friends find out their friend is banging the hot step mom...well, there's loyalty and then there's just plain stupidity. He's pretty sure even Dick isn't that stupid.
He shifts on the couch and pushes the video game controller off his lap. She's still up on the screen, oblivious to the mess in front of her. There's no more beer. He'll have to get some more. And that means going across fucking Neptune because that kid works at the Sac'N'Pac and that'll go well. Another checkmark in the scumbag column after the kid reports back to Veronica that her ex came in for more of the demon alcohol.
He doesn't care what she thinks. Not at all. So maybe she was right. He did have fun with the pool thing. Well, not fun exactly, but it broke up those long hours between seeing Veronica and drifting through his empty house. Fuck her anyway.
So what if he does crappy teenage boy things? He's a teenage boy. Not some freakish saint Duncan of the perfect boyfriend variety.
It's all too much effort. He'd rather play Grand Theft Auto. His finger hovers over the off button and he's drawn to the girl onscreen again. Was she innocent then? Had she ever been? If she'd never turned around and watched him walk in the door would she still be alive?
He presses play and hears Lynn Lester meeting Aaron Echolls for the first time.
He knows that's it a lie, that his mom had met Aaron months before they filmed that scene, but that doesn't stop him from yelling at the screen.