"We gotta get out of this place.
If it's the last thing we ever do.
We gotta get out of this place.
Girl, there's a better life for me and you"
As she sang the last note the roar of car engine drowned her out. Sitting back in the driver's seat, with one hand on the wheel, he smiled at her with those sinful chocolate brown eyes of his. Looking like the cat that ate the canary; he knew she had been sitting there since she hung up the phone after his call, waiting. She scowled at him trying to think of some smart and cutting remark that would wipe the smirk of his face. But there was nothing she could say, she had been sitting there waiting for him. Almost from the moment she clicked off the phone. She had only taken enough time to change her top, touch-up her make-up and spray on some perfume, before running outside to wait.
In a way she was disgusted with herself. Normally she would never find herself acting so crazy. She wouldn't waste her time on a guy who, she knew, cared less about her than she did about him. Just as under normal circumstances she would never consider the ghost of a dead girl to be her bitter rival. Nor would she hate on sight every blonde she came across between the ages of 15 & 29. But her world wasn't twirling under the guise of "normal" these days. And her relationship with Weevil, well, that wasn't exactly "normal" either. She loved him, could deny him nothing, including her body. He cared for her, probably felt guilty, and though he did not love her, had killed for her.
R & R not only wanted, but needed. Please and thank you.
Song is "We gotta get out of this place" by the Animals. An excellant rock song from the Vietnam Era.
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Veronica Mars or VM related. Nor do I own the song used in this chapter.