A/N: My exams went okay. What can I say? I'm taking a break from thinking about exams though. Because I have no classes today, yay. Sorry it took so long for this chapter but I'm not sure when I will be able to get the next out. I have cheerleading a lot this week so hopefully soon. I hate to keep you guys waiting, lol. Well, here it is. This chapter basically killed me. I had no clue what to write so, be honest with me and let me know if it blows. Okay…onward…

By the way, I didn't go into much detail at all with the sex scene, just because I didn't have time and all. I'm sorry. Lol.

Logan's POV:

This wasn't happening. This is happening. No. I just told Dick and Duncan and I'm sure over half the school heard me too. Heard me say I that I love her. Veronica Mars. And now, instead of me and Veronica doing something stupid like making out, she's crying her fucking eyes out. And there's nothing I can do. Nothing. It kills me. But I'm glad that I'm here. I'm glad that I get to comfort her.

She told me what happened after she got the call. It hit me too like a ton of bricks. In a way, it was another similarity to add to our list. My mom committed suicide, she's dead. Her mom, is dead now too. My d—Well Aaron is dead to me. And now Veronica's is dead to her too. Really dead. Fuck.This is fucking insane. Both of her parents die in the same day. Turns out, Keith was doing just what Veronica did last year, taking Lianne to rehab. Yea, considering some jackass in a semi killed them, that didn't go well.

What the hell is she going to do with the rest of her life? I mean, where will she live. Oh God, I hope she doesn't pull some shit and say she's moving out of Neptune. All though, I wouldn't blame her at all. There are probably too many memories.

"Veronica." She looks up at me with tear-stained, red eyes. I hate whoever did this to her.

"Logan thanks for being here." Hell yeah, I'll always be here for her.

"Of course. You were there for me when all this happened to me." She was. She was with me, every step of the way, trying to find my mother, letting me cry on her. And hell, that was even before we were together. And then she was there through my father's (hah, I'll humor myself and call him that) trials and shit.

She lightly kisses my forehead and I wonder, how did we get here? Yesterday, I was hurling insults at her. Today, I'm letting her cry on me.

"Veronica, I don't want to, umm, you know, say this to soon or anything, but uh, have you--" I pause, I'm stuttering. What the fuck is wrong with me? Just say it Echolls. It needs to be said. "Have you thought about where you're going to live?"

Dammit, I knew if I said that she'd start crying again. Not that she stopped crying before; it was just that she wasn't like sobbing. But now she is. All because of what I said. I'm such a dumb fuck.

Three Days Later…

Veronica's POV:

It's been three days. Three days since I've been to school. Three days since I've seen my father. Three days since I've talked to anyone except Logan. It's been three fucking days since both of my parents died.

I've been in the apartment crying for three days. Logan's been bringing me my work from school and staying with me at nights. Part of me never wants to leave here, face the real world, but part of me hates this apartment. Everything reminds me of him. His smell, its still here. Everywhere. He's everywhere. I start to cry again. Dammit, what ever happened to Badass Mars? I'm not sure if their deaths are supposed to make me stronger—like Lilly's did. When Lilly died, everything sort of stopped. Peoples shit no longer mattered. It couldn't. I had one mission: bring Lilly justice. I was willing to fuck people up to get there too. I have to admit, I kind of like having the hardass exterior with the marshmallow interior. And then it occurs to me, I don't have to change a thing this time. I cared about both of my parents, but there's mystery killer out there. No motherfucker I have to bring down. And I am definitely content with that. God, but they're really dead. That's what kills. Gone, forever, and there's not a fucking thing I can do.

I look at the clock. 2:47.

Any minute, Logan should be here. He always comes over right after school. At first, he wouldn't even go to school, but I told him he needed to. It was better that way. I heard from Wallace, he's getting a bunch of shit from the 09er's. Saying I'm only with him because Duncan left me. I think all of them know about my parent's death, but I could care less either way. If they know or if they don't.

Logan walks in, breaking me from my thoughts, and gives me a smile. I'm beginning to think he's the strongest man I know. He's eighteen and dealt with so much already. And yet, he still finds more strength to help me deal with all of this.

"Hey."

"Hey." I reply back.

"I brought Chinese." He points to the bag, "And some homework."

"Thanks, how was school?" He walks toward the couch to sit down.

"Good, I missed you." He gives me a light kiss on the forehead.

"And I missed you." I figure I should bring up what I was thinking about earlier, about this apartment. I need to get out. "Everything reminds me of him Logan, I need to get out of here"

"I know. I know. Wherever you wanna go, I'm ready. Just um, the hotel might be a little awkward." I laugh lightly. A little, try a fucking lot.

"Yea, figured. Let's get a place of our own, lets leave this apartment, for good." I know it may sound crazy but I can't be here anymore. I love my father so much; it just kills me to still be here.

Logan has this incredibly striking smile on his face. "For you Mars, anything."

Two Weeks Later…

Logan's POV:

"Umm, only two more periods left." I say as I continue to kiss her. This has to be my favorite part of the day. In the middle of the hallway, against a set of lockers, kissing Veronica Mars.

She's started back to Neptune this week and we've been a little off to ourselves. We eat lunch with Wallace, but other than that, we don't really communicate with others. Truth be told, there's really no reason to. We have everything we need. I mean, when you look at it, we have nothing left but each other. Hell, we've lost it all. So we hold tight to the thing that's left. Each other. If I had to pick one thing to hold to, to not lose, hell yeah I'd pick her.

"We could just skip those last two periods, you know, for a little session in the bathroom." I suggest, teasingly.

"Umm, no. Much as I liked to, you know Mr. O'Neil. He'd probably come looking for me."

"I'd just tell him to get the hell out." She laughs at me. I love it when she laughs at me. Funny thing is, half the time, what I say isn't even funny, but its nice to know she likes it.

"So 2:30, the Xterra?" She asks.

"Ummhmm, and then we'll go see our new place. You ready for that Veronica?" Of course she's ready. She's wanted nothing more but to get out of that apartment for two weeks. Finally, we got a place. It's kind of mind-blowing. Two weeks ago, we hated each other, and incidentally, I really did love her. But now, were moving in together. Along, two weeks ago, she also had parents. I guess that changes everything.

Logan's POV:

"Veronica, are you sure about this?" I ask. I need her to be sure. I'm not doing this unless she's ready. It's kind of ironic to think that with any other girl, I wouldn't even ask that question, but I care too much about her not to ask.

"Ummhmm." She reply's as her lips meet me again. It seems right that our first time together will be in our new house. I laugh at myself that I just thought that. I sound like a woman.

"Logan, shirt." She says.

So I'm taking off her shirt as I gently lay kisses around her collarbone. I discard my shirt and began unbuttoning her pants. She exploring my mouth as I lower her pants. Soon, I'm inside of her.