A/N: So, I was going to upload this yesterday (SATURDAY), because I had it all ready to go (pretty much, I think I edited it one more time since but really, it's nothing major) but then Friday night we had this flash storm that lasted all of like 20 mins where the sky opened up and water literally poured and wind and thunder and lightening and then poof gone and with it was my power. We still don't have power (or internets) but my lovely friends have given me refuge (approaching the 48 hour mark) so here it is. Sorry it's not longer, but I have been working on the next one and it appears to have run away from me and is much longer. Hopefully my power will be back soon and I can update again tomorrow. Anyway, the end of my little story about the weather and my post power apocalyptic wasteland.
Chapter 2: Movie Night
The pair sat on the couch in the penthouse suite of the Neptune Grand hotel watching a movie on the large-screened television. She rested her head on his shoulder, more out of habit than anything else, tired from a long day of classes. He had allowed her to choose the movie for the evening, giving only one restriction: the movie absolutely could not star, feature, or make any reference to Aaron Echolls.
Agreeing that the restriction was fair, she had selected a light-hearted comedy. Anything of the horror variety would give her nightmares when she tried to go to bed in a few hours, her brain was too tired to follow the plot of an action movie, and Veronica Mars was not a "chick flick" kind of girl. That left a fun and stupid comedy to enjoy while winding down from their classes.
Unfortunately, Logan's plan to have Veronica alone for the evening was derailed when Dick came home about halfway through the movie. Apparently, it was one of his favorites, which he insisted upon exclaiming loudly before making a large gesture of hijacking their popcorn and plopping down between them on the couch.
"Look at the time; I probably should be heading home. It's a school night and dad doesn't like when I'm out past midnight," Veronica said, looking at the time when Dick walked in. She collected her trademark shoulder bag and made her way to the door.
Logan jumped up to follow her, walking her to the door, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," he said, realizing how awkward he was being. Of course he would see her tomorrow; they had Biology together on Fridays, just like they had all semester. Correction: just like she had all semester. Sometimes Friday morning Biology just wasn't his thing. He had been making an effort all year with his classes, but whoever decided that an 8:30 a.m. class on Friday was a good idea did not participate in Thirsty Thursday.
"So, you'll be in class tomorrow then?" she asked, thinking of how many Friday afternoons Logan spent in the cafeteria copying her notes with a very distinctive pair of shades on.
He nodded and opened the door for her, continuing the awkwardness. Handshake? Too formal. Hug? Uncharacteristic. Kiss? No. What was the appropriate parting gesture for their situation? He met her eyes and noticed her smile and quick wave. Following suit, he waved back and closed the door behind her.
Logan didn't bother returning to the couch to finish the movie and instead opted for a beeline to his bedroom. "So are you and Ronnie like a thing again?" Dick asked from his spot, taking a large bite from his handful of twizzlers. When did he get twizzlers? "I… uh, wait," he said, dropping the twizzlers as he stood to take out his wallet. Inside he kept a post-it from Veronica, which read "I fear Veronica Mars," to remind him not to mess with her. "Right. Uh, be careful, she's scary," he concluded confidently.
"We're just friends, Dick, friends" Logan replied, his hand resting on the door, "good night." With that, he left his obviously high friend in the living room to fend for himself. If Logan was to actually make it to class in the morning, sleep would most certainly be required first. And setting an alarm; the alarm was important too.
Veronica's evening, however, was only just beginning. When she arrived home, her dad was already packing his bag, "hey honey, I'm sorry I have to do this. I just got the call that this bail jumper I've been tracking is close to the Mexico border. I have to go tonight." She had grown used to him being gone more now that she was in college and he could trust her to manage on her own for longer periods of time. After all, the bounties were usually a much larger income boost than most of the cases that walked in to Mars Investigations. For Veronica however, this meant staying up a little later to make her father's travel arrangements.
Finally, the petite blonde turned off the lights and checked the locks before heading to her room. It was well after midnight before she crawled into her bed to sleep with the knowledge that she had to wake up in less than seven hours. Thank goodness she had decided against a horror movie or she would have never fallen asleep.
A/N 2: I loved all of your reviews. You guys are lovely. Seriously. Hugs for everyone. Or cookies. Your choice. Option C is all of the above. LOL. Anyway. Reviews are awesome. I have taken them to heart, for seriously, and I hope I do this justice.