CHAPTER 8
Veronica's eyes opened slowly when she heard the door bell ring. She had a brief moment where she almost rolled over and ignored the sound; but she knew that her dad was at Alicia's and if she didn't answer it no one would.
She was lying in her bed where she had been sleeping since she had gotten in. By the time they had reached Neptune it had been 5 in the morning and she had been dead tired. Her father had dropped her off and left for Alicia's house quickly. Apparently he had a key now. Veronica had known how tired she was when even that couldn't get a few jibes out of her. She had mumbled something about that being cute as she stumbled inside.
Her father had gotten his second wind in the two hours that he had slept with Veronica driving. Otherwise, she wouldn't have let him drive anywhere. The drive had had the opposite affect on Veronica; she barely made it to her bed before she fell asleep.
And now, four hours later, she was getting up to answer the door with the same clothes that she had been wearing before. The blouse had worked loose from her waist as she had slept, and the sleeves had rolled down to cover her forearms. It was wrinkled horribly. The skirt was fine though, it swirled around her legs as she walked.
Veronica put a hand to her hair and finally noticed that it had fallen out of the ponytail she had put it in on the drive home. It wasn't too tangled, but it was still wild around her shoulders. She made sure that it was pushed out of her face before she answered the door.
It was Duncan.
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When Logan finally got back to the docks at Neptune, it was two o'clock. He would have been there earlier but had woken up late. He still couldn't believe that he had wasted time dreaming of Veronica when he could be with her in person.
Logan rushed to get the yacht taken care of. He needed to make sure that it was secured properly before he left, but he wanted to just go.
He pictured Veronica waiting for him near the door of her apartment and smiled. He knew that she probably would still be sleeping, or busy with something else, but he still like the thought of Veronica waiting anxiously for him. That would mean less time spent getting to her, and more time kissing her.
Logan's smile was still stretched across his face as he walked to where his X-Terra was sitting. It didn't last long though. It would have been a little hard for him to smile with Weevil's fist connecting to his face like it did.