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Veronica was in her room cleaning out her closet. She picked up a box and she realized it was filled with pictures. There were pictures of her when she was little; pictures of her family happy and together. Pictures of her and Duncan. A lot of Pictures of Duncan. Then there were pictures of Logan and her. There weren't very many, because Logan didn't like pictures. She put those down and picked up the next stack. There were still more; they were of Piz and her. She had more of Piz then she had of Logan. She put down those and picked up the few she had of her and Logan. She remembered how happy she was, but also how devastated she was when he did something wrong. She picked of the pictures and put them back in the box. All except Logan's. She wanted to find out when they were taken.

She went to her computer to find out when the pictures were taken. But there were only six of them.

Next time we go out, I'll take more pic… wait. What did I say? When we go out? If we go out. I don't like him and he doesn't like me. Why would we go out?

If she were truthful to herself, she would know that she still liked him. And he liked her.

The pictures were mostly taken by other people and sent to her. The first one she figured out right away. It was the one where she and Logan were keeping their relationship a secret and Aaron had a surprise party planned for Logan. It was a picture taken right as they were walking through the door. Their lips still touching.

That night he was giving up all his friends for me. No one liked me and he said, "If you have a problem with my girlfriend your pretty much dead to me." Then he took me to the guest bedroom and instead of just making out with me he confessed to giving Duncan GHB.

After that, he said, "I can't take that I hurt you when all I want to do is protect you. I want you to trust me." And I said that I did trust him. He left to get drinks and I accused him of killing his old girlfriend. That really showed that I trusted him.

Then she realized something. Everyone was saying that this was the "new" Logan. But it wasn't. It was the old Logan. The one she had accused of murder right after she said she trusted him. And then he had tried to kill himself. Because of her. She hadn't really registered it that night, but she had just almost died herself. She had asked him "What were you doing on a bridge, Logan?" he had answered, "What do you think?"

The rest of the pictures weren't as special then this one. In this one she was the most happy. The happiest she had ever been in her life. Because this was the old Logan. Then she thought of something.

Is the "new" Logan the old Logan?

But she stopped her self there. She didn't want to think abut it.

She gathered up the pictures of her and Logan and put them in an envelope. She grabbed a pen and wrote something on it, as she thought of a plan. She got cell phone tracers and used them to trace Logan's and Dick's phones. Then she got her key to Logan's. He had given it to her last year when they were still going out.

Then she took her cell phone tracers and went back to cleaning out her closet. She would have to wait until Logan and Dick were gone.

Veronica just got done cleaning her closet, when Dicks and Logan's cell phones were moving. They were going fast, so they must be in a car. She would have to hurry, and get to the Neptune Grand, before they got back.

Veronica kept her cell phone tracers in her car. She wanted to make sure Logan and Dick weren't back yet. They didn't come back. She went through the doors of the Neptune Grand, and went into the elevator. She got out on Logan's floor, and went to his door. She used her key card to open it. She walked in to Logan's room and set the envelope on the bed. The envelope had words written on it. They said: From Veronica. I miss these times. I wish we had taken more.

Logan walked into his room. He should have never agreed to go to that party with Dick. He had an essay to write that was due tomorrow. He would probably be up all night. He grabbed his laptop and went to go work on his bed. As he walked in his room, he saw something on his bed. He put down his laptop and went over to pick it up. It was an envelope. The envelope had words written on it. They said: From Veronica. I miss these times. I wish we had taken more. He opened the envelope. Inside were pictures of him and veronica.

How had she gotten these? And how did she get in here?

He looked at all the pictures. But he couldn't stop looking at the one where his dad had planned a surprise party for him. Veronica and him had walked in the door kissing. Apparently, someone had taken a picture of them. It was by far his favorite picture. He tuned it over. In Veronica's handwriting, he saw the words: My favorite. That night of the picture, Veronica said she trusted him. Then she accused him of murdering his own girlfriend. He didn't care anymore, though. He let things go easily. Veronica didn't. She was probably still mad that he had slept with Madison. Even after, he had poured his heart out to her on her answering machine. But there was one thing he couldn't let go of. That was Veronica. And there was one thing Veronica could let go of. That was him.

He loved Veronica. He still does. But Veronica couldn't love him. She ran away every time she saw him, this year.

But why did she write I miss these times? Did she want them back? If she does, why doesn't she say something? She has never been afraid to speak her mind before. But, what if she doesn't know I still love her?

On the back of his and Veronica's favorite picture, he wrote something. Then he got a new envelope and wrote something on that, too. After that, he put all the pictures in the new envelope.

Keith was cooking dinner when somebody knocked on the door. He figured it was Veronica, because she wasn't home.

"Did you forget your key, again, Veronica?" Keith called.

He went to the door and opened it. Standing there was Logan.

"Uhh…Hi Logan"

He was just standing there looking awkward. "Can you give this to Veronica?" he asked. It was an envelope.

Keith just stood there for a minuet thinking then said "Are you and Veronica…?" not really explaining himself. But, Logan knew what he meant.

"No," Logan answered looking down at his shoes "It's just something I wanted her to have back. Uhh… this is kinda weird, but could you put it on her bed?" Logan said looking up at Keith.

"Yeah" said Keith looking completely confused.

"Adios" Logan said giving a little wave and walking away.