I updated. That's right. I updated. Some people wanted some sort of an update, so here it is. Part two. This is Logan's point of view on the events. I don't think I captured his character very well, so please R&R and tell me if it needs some tweaking. Also, I know this is very short but seriously, Logan is really hard (but still fun) to write. Anyways, as always, I do not own any bit of Veronica Mars, just some of this plot. Rob Thomas is a god. And a couple of random spoilers through out the last two seasons, so just to be safe, up to 2.01 Oh, and wasn't this weeks episode just awesome? Lamb is so awesome.
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October 7, 2003

I think I've reached something beyond a hangover. I've been sitting on the bathroom floor, beside the toilet, smelling of puke and Jack Daniels scented clothes, thinking of a name for this brand spanking new feeling of sickness. Somehow, fuckyouJackDanielssuperhangover doesn't seem catchy enough.

Alcohol and I is a love-hate relationship, kind of like Lilly and I were. Jack Daniels and I usually spend an awfully amazing night together filled with stupid stunts, and pointless make-outs and then the next day he would kick me in the ass, sending me puking in the toilet. Still, I consider Jack Daniels one of my bestest buddies.

Along the same lines, what the hell was wrong with Duncan yesterday? From what I remember, which really isn't a lot, not a word came from his mouth. He stood their, frozen in time, beside the devil and her husband, not saying anything, not doing anything but staring straight ahead at a blank spot in the distance.

And what the hell was I thinking? My brain hurts from thinking about it. Did I really cry yesterday? Did I really spend the whole funeral service gripping onto Mars' hand? Something more Twilight Zone material: Did she really kiss my cheek yesterday afternoon before she left?

I really think the hangover is starting to screw with my brain. But hey, it's better to think about this than Lilly.

October 3, 2004

Just finished flipping through the videos for the memorial thing coming up next week. When I see Lilly having so much fun, being so…Lilly, it makes me want to sit down like I always do when she comes through my mind and drink, drink, drink it all away.

I want to drink away her laugh, her smile, and her stupid antics. Drink away the memories from Homecoming last year, from Spring Break, Christmas, my birthday…everything. I can hear a voice call out that didn't sound like my own, "Oh, Jack…"

I sit here in the parking lot, feeling a bit Mark David Chapman, except I swear; I'm not planning on killing. I see Veronica Mars standing at Lilly's grave for the past twenty minutes holding a tiny, pink, flowery monstrosity. And I feel anger.

It's her fault Lilly broke up with me. It's her fault she was alone a year ago. It's her fault Lilly was dissected by some Grissom-like character. It's her fault she buried six feet under. It's all fucking-Veronica Mars' fault.

Wouldn't mind getting that weekly visit from Jack 'bout now…

October 4, 2005

I see Ronnie walking away slowly towards Duncan and I'm glad their backs are turned to me. I'm seconds away from lashing out the wrath of Logan and honestly, I can see Veronica giving me that evil eye and snark to focus my anger on her, not her ex-best friend's grave.

As I finally see her junk-on-wheels drive out of the parking lot, I slowly, slowly, start to cry. At first it's a few tears of sadness and remorse that Aaron fucking killed her but then it gets angry because it wasn't Veronica's fault, it was Lilly's fault. It was the fucking bitch's fault for being such a whore.

I stop thinking then because no matter what Lilly did to me, I still loved her. I think I'll always love her, no matter how long she's been dead or how much I love her best friend.

October 3, 2006

She pissed away an hour on buying that stupid bouquet. When I asked about it, all she said was, "I need to get it right, Logan."

So I let her "get it right."

Duncan was already there when I drove into the parking lot. We haven't talked since school started; I've been busy. I'm taking writing classes and working on some plots. Veronica says Lynn would be proud.

We stand by her grave in our little trio; Veronica slightly crying and giving tiny pinches as I held her hand, Duncan's eyes looking at ease, and I was planted in between the two of them feeling…relieved.

Things are looking up. For the first time in years, things are looking up.

Should I continue? Who's POV should I do next? Review and let me know. 3 xo