A/N: Logan demanded one last conversation with Lily about their breakup. I couldn't resist those puppy brown eyes. It's short again, but I think he wanted to keep his humiliation to a minimum. In case you're wondering when this is happening, it is later that same day they had their fight at school.

Bottle's Up

The bottle's rim clicked against his teeth, but it didn't matter. He knew the sting of salvation lay at the bottom anyway, so if he broke it open, he could get to it faster. The liquid burned as it poured over his fingers, crimson tinted amber that seared his tongue with its metallic wood taste when he licked at it. Just like a fucking dog, he thought disgustedly.

"Logan?"

"Where?" He made a show of looking around. "I heard he's the son of a famous movie star."

"What are you doing out here on my pool deck?"

"Tryin' to forget you." No, wait, that's wrong. "Came over to give you a drink." He held up the ruins of the bottle. "Guess I started without you."

"Christ, Logan, you've sliced your fingers."

He stared at his hands and suddenly realized it wasn't whiskey, but blood wetting his skin. "Loookey at that."

"You're a pathetic drunk, you know."

"I'm pathetic without you." In vino veritas

"We just don't work."

"Why? Why do you keep throwing me away? I'll learn how to please you; I'll do those kinky things you keep mentioning."

She sighed. He knew every sigh she had, and knew this one meant "gawd what a loser you are."

"It's not you…"

"I fucking swear if you say "it's not you, it's me" I will puke all over your shoes."

"You probably will anyway."

He chuckled because he knew she was right. He was a horrible drunk and even worse at holding his liquor, but Logan Echolls hated to fail at anything, so he kept on drinking to perfect his abilities.

"Why do you always do this, Logan? I mean, c'mon, we fight all the time, we're not really happy even when we're happy. Why do you hold onto me so hard?"

"I'm afraid, Lils. Who am I without Logan and Lily? I've loved you since I was five."

She gently stroked a few strands of his hair away from his sweaty brow. He looked so lost and broken sitting on the lounge chair with blood dripping from his hands and shards of glass surrounding him. He was her best friend and her worst enemy, the love of her life as well as its bane. They meant so much to each other over the years, but she just couldn't stand to live the lie any longer.

"You'll find someone new, someone who will fit you."

"But only you know me, before…" his voice trailed off as she shifted away from him, uncomfortable with the turn of their conversation. She knew what he meant, the hollow core of the perfect family, yet those things just didn't happen to their kind of people; they were of the cheating spouses, tax evasion, and real estate fraud class, not the other. It was so 02 of him.

"Just stop Logan. Stop calling, texting, emailing, and following me around like a fucking dog. You're not what I want or need, so just leave. Do I need to fuck someone in the quad to get it through to you?"

Lily watched as a blank mask dropped down, the yearning switched off until his usually expressive face was as immobile as a statue's. "No, you've made it perfectly clear." He grinned, though it was more a matter of baring his teeth than smiling. "I'll even write this moment down so I won't forget it in the morning."

"Goodbye Logan."

"Goodbye Lily."