Note: I honestly, don't know where I am going with this story. This officially my first fic. Anyways, this chapter is just more about catching up with who and where Veronica has been for the last few years. It also has a flashback. Sorry, but this chapter is going to be a little bit more shorter than the others.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my imagination and creativity or lack of. (:

I arrive at the Mars/Fennel resident a little nervous not knowing what the house and people inside were going to act around me. After all, it's been quite a while since I've seen anyone and people have a habit of changing these days. I walk in and am astonished at how it made me feel so at home. I didn't know until then that I was truly homesick. I stared at the pictures on the wall and it just made me want to cry. I missed everyone. I can't believe I am going to say this but, I missed Neptune.

"So how does it feel being a twenty-five year old living in big bad New York on her own?"

I turn around looking to see who said that. "Wallace!" I squealed and hugged him tightly.

"Who else do you think it would be Supafly?" Hah. He hasn't called me that since high school. The memories keep flooding back.

"I missed you! How's that leg of yours holding up?" Wallace was injured during one of his basketball games and had to go through therapy to get back on his feet. It was sad because it was at the peak of his college career.

We start walking upstairs to find the room I would be staying in and couldn't help but find it funny how we're catching up and making small talk. We always use to talk everyday and tell each other everything. It's weird how things can change just by someone moving away. You just lose touch with everyone and sometimes yourself.

"It's aight. How's the new job of yours at the New York Times? You no longer have to be the crazy intern running errands and buying people coffee."

"Better than I thought it would be." I say in triumph after trying to guess which door led to my guest room.

I originally never thought about writing. I was more of a photographer rather than the one who wrote the top story. I had such a great life. I had a wonderful family that kept growing, wonderful friends, and a fabulous boyfriend. What more could I of wanted?

flashback

"Ronnie baby, do you think you could give me a hand." Logan said while trying to find out how to turn on the washing machine and what type of detergent to use. Logan was trying the whole living on his own without the luxurious use of maids doing all his chores and cleaning up after him.

"I'll give you more than a hand, Babe." I say while grabbing the soap and pressing the button for the washer to begin.

I learned to never let Logan do laundry without supervision after the slight mix up with his colors and whites. He was walking around the place in pink socks for weeks.

"Mmmm" Logan mumbles as he starts presses me against the washer and making a little pathof kisses down my neck.

"I have something to say to you though. It'll just be a minute."

"Uh huh. I knew something was up" He pulls back and lifts me on top of the washer and is now standing in between my legs.

"I don't want you to get mad though. Okay?"

"Dang it, Veronica. Just rip the damn band aide off and let's get it over with because I'm really liking that cute outfit you got on there." I could tell he was getting impatient. He wanted a little more action rather than talking.

"IwasaskedtogoandworkasaninterinNewYork. Please don't me angry." I say closing my eyes waiting for him to start yelling at me.

He stared straight into my eyes. "And you said no right?"

I look at my hands trying not to meet his gaze. "Not exactly."

"Veronica, I thought we were going to work on our relationship before making any big changes and you moving to New York is a big change." He was right. I did agree to that which made it ten times worse to bring this up. I shouldn't of even said anything.

"I know, I know. I just thought that... " I say it with a hint of hope which now no longer exists do to the fact that I just might of ruined the best thing I had going for me.

He put his forehead against mine. "But if you really feel this is a calling then maybe we could work it out."

At that moment, I couldn't help but think I had the most amazing boyfriend on the planet.

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Author's note: I hope this chapter clarified some questions and didn't seem too rushed. Don't forget to leave some feedback. I welcome any suggestions, criticism whether good or bad, and just anything you want to say to me. Thanks for reading and thanks to all that have left reviews. It means a lot that you took the time to read and leave comments.