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Spoilers: An Echoll's Family Christmas.
Summary: Just a short one shot. A different take on one of the scenes from the episode.
If Only
Veronica acknowledged the existence of the head tilt. Once it had appeared to only happen around Duncan. But why it now seemed to primarily exist for one boy, one law breaking man-boy who she usually had to get out of trouble, she really had no clue. No, scratch that, she really had no desire to dissect it because to do so would mean on some level that she would have to accept that she may be attracted to the man-boy.
And she wasn't ready to do that.
So Veronica made a flippant comment about hair flicking and hoped that he didn't notice the way she paused when he imitated her. The way she scattered internally and had to rebuild her thoughts and emotions. The way for the briefest instant she considered what it would be like for him to hold his face close to hers, to feel his breath soft upon her face and lips, and watch as he gently wrapped a strand of her hair around one of his fingers.
But she wasn't supposed to be attracted to the bad boy. That was supposed to be Lilly's job. Except Lilly didn't really have a job at all any more, an anything at all anymore. And Veronica wasn't going to try to fill her deceased friend's shoes. To do so would be blasphemous and tiresome. She would be strong like Lilly wanted her to be but she would never be Lilly, could never be Lilly.
"What can I do for you" the man-boy asked surrounded by his biker cronies. A loaded question that, considering the things this potential crush might read on Veronica's ex-boyfriend's laptop. What could he do indeed?
"You could not get busted stealing 09er stuff and let me handle this poker thing" Veronica told him. And she would handle it. She spent most of her time figuring things out for the children that attended this school and she actually wanted to help someone that meant a little bit more and had showed a little less venom towards her.
Veronica wanted to help the man-boy. She truly did.
Weevil was an ally in this place of enemies.
Perhaps she shouldn't pursue him then, even mentally. Perhaps the thoughts she'd been having were too inappropriate, were too scandalous, were too much. Veronica didn't want to lose the relationship they had and to go after him would do that. And to tell him that she wanted to ride off into the sunset on the back of his hog, clinging to him, face pressed into the back of his leather jacket, would certainly alter their current state of being.
But even with these realizations Veronica found herself wishing that Weevil would claim her heart for his own.
Before someone more dangerous did.
"Oh please Veronica save me from the rich white boys" Weevil teased her.
If only he would let her than she would.
If only.