A/N: Okay, you all hate me, don't you? By the way, I edited the last chapter, so you probably wanna check that out before you tear my guts out for not updating properly since the beginning of term... and now I'm on holidays... my bad! Yeah, and I know, 'unamused' isn't a word.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but one day, when no one's looking... BAM! You'll never know what hit you MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHumcoughchoke.

Logan's head was very happy because Logan's head with resting against Veronica's chest. Veronica's chest was unaware of this because Veronica's chest was part of Veronica's body and Veronica's body was sleeping. Logan's head, however, was not. In fact, Logan's head had some very impure thoughts running across it. Logan was currently remembering all the way back to yesterday when that spirited little blonde viper was using her tongue to remove his tonsils... or maybe it was the other way around... yep, it was the other way around. He remembered pressing her back against his car. Now that he reflected on it, the shortness of her breath didn't seem to be from her mysterious kiss. He tried to remember the look in her eyes. The blue-green had definitely plagued with something... now finding out what was the key. A change in her respiration rate drew his attention to the girl in question. He raised himself up on his arms so he wasn't lying on her so much. His chocolate brown eyes met her terrified ones. Haunted terror. Her breathing was incredibly fast and her heart was racing.

"Get off me." She demanded quickly and he complied. As soon as he was on the other side of the tiny living room, she visibly relaxed.

"What? You thought I was gonna rape you or something?" He tried to joke but the look in her eyes as they flickered up to meet his gaze was very unamused. "I was joking, Veronica. Just joking."

"Don't joke about things like that." She snapped at him before sitting up and slumping her shoulders. An uneasy silence filled the room.

xXLoVeXx

Logan sat in his huge yellow monstrosity, waiting for the light to go green so he could get home. After Veronica woke up and demanded he get off her, he had uncomfortably said thanks and left. Now, left alone in his car, he began trying to figure out why they had come to each other – Veronica, for reasons half explained, had let him come to her and Logan, for reasons unknown, had come to her for healing. He remembered the rush he always used to feel when he saw her when Lilly was alive. Funny, how he'd only just realized he'd like-liked her now when it was out of the question for them to date. Make-out in grief-induced hazes, maybe, but a functional relationship was a whole other thing. So why did he want it so bad? Why did he want nothing more than to claim her for his own? Logan was surprised to find that he'd made it home… only to find a sea of paparazzi surrounding his house. There was no way to get through without letting them through as well. His father was visible at the top of the drive, waving to him and trying to yell something over the 'Logan, how do you feel about your mother's suicide?' and 'Is it true that Lynn was an alcoholic?' He sighed and moved forward in his Xterra, nearly running 10 people over in the process.

xXLoVeXx

Veronica stared at the door Logan had just rushed out of. What the hell was wrong with her? First, she freaks out and just kisses the guy for absolutely no reason, and then she admits she listened in on a private counseling session and proceeds (a few hours later) to make out with the guy for a few hours after they find out his mother probably killed herself. Finally, to top it all off, she lets him sleep on top of her all night. Needless to say, it was awkward in the morning. She got the impression that Logan didn't believe his mother was dead, or he would have been a lot more upset. Although, people did have different ways of expressing grief. Maybe messing with her head was Logan's way of coping. Hell, he did it after Lily – in a different way, of course. Everyone had a different way of coping, and right now she needed to do hers. Nail some guys ass to the wall, of course.

Author's Notes 2: Yeah, I know, I suck for not updating. Oh well. You know something interesting? I've submitted fourteen more reviews than what I've received. Interesting, huh?