Third
I heard you wanted more Wallace so here it is. And for the question concerning if it is a LoVe fic, my answer is…
Veronica got home eyes red from 'not' crying, and the smell of rain stuck to her jacket. He felt like dirt. She opened the door and backup came rushing to her aid. She bent to pet him and looked up to see her dad making dinner.
"That's a good boy, you're always here for me aren't you. Always to protect me from the big bad boys." She didn't make direct eye contact with her father as she stood up from petting Backup.
Sensing that something was wrong and wanting to comfort her whatever way need be Mr. Mars said, "I know it was raining really hard out there. It looks like it got your face all wet too." He said trying to get the point crossed without much emphasis or invasion.
"Yea. No umbrella and I get soaked." Veronica said shrugging her shoulders.
"Honey, not to invade but I really rather not play charades and get to the point. What's wrong?" Mr. Mars walked over to the couch where Veronica was now sitting slumped with the remote in hand, and Backup curled next to.
"Mr. Mom is it?" Veronica said referring to the oven mitts covered with colored pictures of women cooking and serving.
"Veronica, stop avoiding. I know I've taught you well in that department but now I want you to tell me what is going on," he said with a compassionate voice.
"Dad, I'm good. I let something bother that shouldn't have. So, all I'll do with go to my room later on and ponder a bit about why I let it and laugh it off. I'll go through a semi-revelation about myself then think about something irrelevant to what I was thinking about in the beginning and wonder how I can come up with the most illusive stuff. Then …" Veronica said already gaining spirit in her voice.
"That's all I needed to hear." He kissed her on the forehead and went back to the stove where he served her a bowl of ravioli.
"This is what you put oven mitts on. For something out of a can?" Veronica asked quizzically of her father.
He looked at his oven mitts then back at Veronica. "The check out girl said it was 'sexy' on me. How could I refuse?"
Veronica shook her head despairingly.
Veronica drove into the Neptune's School's parking lot and found a parking
and found her usual spot taken up by Jackie's car no doubt. Veronica walked into the school and found a friendly face quickly.
"Two more days V. And I'm gonna bring the house down on the rich boy basketball team." Wallace said gleaming.
"Now is that Wallace being cocky. No, it can't be, now, can it?" Veronica asked sarcastically.
"Keep joking Veronica, Just wait till the game, and you will see. You are going to be there right?" Wallace said giving Veronica his much lacking puppy face on.
Veronica looked at him quizzically. Wallace stepped in front of her and held her by her shoulders.
"Veronica, please." Wallace started to bat his eyelashes.
"I'll…" Just then Veronica spotted Jackie with Logan. She was leaning too much into Logan for her liking. She couldn't tell if Logan was actually taking some part in the flirting or rather standing there and receiving it like a doggy treat. But if it came from Jackie, it had to be one that was already used. Veronica smirked.
"Hello." Wallace said, waving his hands in Veronica's face for her attention. He turned around to see what Veronica was looking at and sighed. He hadn't talked to Jackie since that night, so he really didn't now where they stood. But if reading body signals helped any, he would say they were not standing together.
"Sorry." Veronica saw the look of sadness on Wallace's face. She placed her arm around him. "Of course I'll go." Veronica said giving a friendly smile. "And don't worry about Jackie. She was never in your league any way. To be with you, she has got to be more than…" Veronica stopped herself when Wallace gave her the 'bad girl, go wash your mouth out' look.
The bell rang
Srry it took me so long to write this. i just had a lot of work to do. but i'll try to be more frequent. reviews are greatly welcomed. and thanks to everyone who already reviewed.