Logan shook his head. He had to get out of this school or it was going to drive him crazy.

It was bad enough that every time he went to a store he was bombarded by fluffy little hearts, stuffed dogs with unnaturally large eyes, various candies with cutesy little messages on them that made him feel sick, and the other odd assortments that made him want to stab his eyes out. Now, at the mansion, they had red, white, and pink decorations up, teenage girls would move in giggling hordes through the hallways, and Logan had just been asked to chaperone for the Valentine's Day dance. H3ll no. St. Valentines Day had just become his least favorite holiday.

Not that he had a problem with the idea of love. Love was just something that shouldn't be celebrated one day of the year, and it shouldn't be expressed by sugar and one-liners on store-bought cards. Besides, the reason most people looked forward to it anymore was for the candy and presents.

Logan went to his room to grab his jacket and hat. He'd go ride his bike for a little while to get away. He paused at the door and sniffed. Wolf had been in there, but that was no surprise. After taking him out for Christmas, he had returned the pup at night and had stayed out another week. When he finally returned, Wolf was curled up in his bed, under his blankets for the comfort of his scent. The brat didn't even realize he was home right away, he snapped at him when he tried to pick him up. Now, almost a month later, Wolf still peeked in his door sometimes to make sure he hadn't left, and Logan had woken up in the middle of some nights to see Wolf curled at his feet. That was a habit he'd have to break. Dogs did that to their masters, and he didn't want Wolf thinking of him as 'master'.

Logan picked up his leather jacket from a chair and slipped into it, then reached for his hat. He stopped short and stared, then growled and picked it up to look at it. It was chewed up and full of holes. There was only one person who could have done that.

"Looogaan!"

Logan grunted and stumbled forward as Wolf pounced on his back from the closet.

"Hi," Wolf beamed and licked his ear.

"Zach…" Logan reached around and moved Wolf in front, then set him on the floor. "Did you do this?" he asked, holding up his hat.

Wolf looked at the hat, then at Logan guiltily. "Maybe. Yes."

Logan sighed and sat on his bed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Ok, why did you do it?"

"Because it smells like your hair… And a cow."

Logan rolled his eyes at that. "You know I like this hat, Pup. Those aren't good enough reasons to chew it up."

"I'm sorry," Wolf looked at him sadly, his eyes big and watery. Not too long ago he had learned that people gave him things and he could get away with more when he used puppy eyes on them.

Logan looked at him, then grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him over his lap.

"No!" Wolf tried to squirm off his lap. "It was an accident!"

"You accidentally ate my hat?" Logan scoffed and held him still, swatting his bottom hard. "Did it jump into your mouth or something?"

"Ah!" Wolf flinched, "Yes?"

"I wasn't serious, Zach." Two more hard hits.

"Oh," Wolf grit his teeth and kicked out at the pain. "Well, I'm sorry!"

"Good," Logan continued, swatting back and forth and not letting up on the pace. He spanked Wolf until he was yowling loudly and digging his claws into his leg, then he tipped him forward to get at his sit spots. "You do not eat my hat, or anything else that isn't yours, do you understand?"

"Ow! Yes! Let me go!" Wolf growled, pushing himself forward with his feet.

Logan smirked a little, he was just making himself an easier target. "Are you going to be good now?"

There was a snarl. "Yes!"

Logan frowned and swatted him a little harder. "Watch the attitude."

Wolf whined and twisted. "Ok, I'll be good!"

Logan finally let Wolf up and had to smile when the pup spun around and scowled as he rubbed the sting out. "Don't look at me like that, you know you deserved it."

"Hmph," Wolf looked away.

Logan stood up and tossed his hat in the trash can. He'd have to buy a new one. "Tell you what, Pup, let's go for a ride."

That made Wolf perk up. "Where are we going?"

"Just for a ride. Maybe we can stop someplace for dinner," Logan answered, "Go grab your jacket."

Wolf grinned and ran down the hallway to his room to fetch the jacket Logan had bought him. He quickly pulled it on and ran back towards Logan's room and accidentally bumped into him on the way.

"Calm down, Pup," Logan smirked and roughed his hair, "I didn't think you'd be so eager to sit so soon."

"I like bike rides," Wolf walked with him, "Do I have to wear the helmet, though?"

"Yes, and stop asking me that. You always have to wear one on rides."

Wolf huffed. "You don't wear one…"

"Yes I do," Logan reached over and gave him a swat, "It's under my skin. Now stop." He walked into the garage and went towards his bike. Wolf's helmet was hanging on a nail nearby. "Ok, come here," he picked it up, then looked over at Wolf.

Wolf sighed and moved closer so Logan could put it on him.

Logan adjusted it on his head, then straddled the bike and helped Wolf settle down in front of him. Wolf was small enough that he could sit there and Logan could still drive comfortably, and he'd rather have him there where he could keep an eye on him than Wolf sit behind him and jump off the first time they passed roadkill.

"Are you ready?" At Wolf's nod, Logan began to drive out of the garage and down the driveway.

They drove on back roads through the country for about an hour. After that Logan was much, much more relaxed. They were nearing a roadside diner that Logan had eaten at before and liked, so he decided to pull over.

He parked the bike first and changed it, then helped Wolf with his helmet. "Are you hungry?"

"I'm always hungry," Wolf smirked.

"Good. Just remember to use those manners we've been working on."

Wolf sighed and nodded. "I will."

Logan walked in with Wolf following closely behind him.

Wolf scrunched his nose. It smelled strongly of smoke and alcohol in there- very close to Logan's smell, but more pungent.

Logan chose a table by the window so he could keep an eye on his bike and hung the helmet on the back of a chair. "Go ahead and take a seat, Pup."

Wolf plopped down in the seat across from Logan, then winced and squirmed.

"Forgot about that, didn't you?" Logan smirked.

"Yes," Wolf grumbled, looking to the side.

"Afternoon," the waitress stood by and introduced herself as she handed them menus, "Can I start you both off with something to drink?"

"Sure," Logan grunted, "I'll have a beer."

"Alright," she turned to Wolf, "And what can I get you, hun?"

Wolf stared at her.

"Zach?" Logan cleared his throat, "What do you want to drink?"

Wolf looked over at him. "Milk."

"One beer and one milk, I'll have them right out for you," she nodded and walked away.

"What did she call me?" Wolf whispered.

"Hm?" Logan looked at him, "You mean hun? Don't worry about it, it's something people call each other when they're being friendly, like how Pyro calls people 'mate'."

"Oh," Wolf smiled, "Ok."

Logan opened the menu and looked over it. "What are you in the mood for? They don't have steak, but they have burgers and chicken."

"Can I get cheese on a burger here?"

Logan smirked. "Pup, you can get cheese and bacon on a burger here."

"Bacon?" Wolf gasped, "I want that!"

"Alright," he chuckled, "I'll order that for you, then. How about some veggies to go with it?"

"I don't want veggies," Wolf scrunched his nose.

"You should get some anyway," Logan said decisively.

Wolf scowled.

"If you eat them, I'll get you some dessert," Logan said, "They have peanut butter pie here."

"…Ok!" Wolf beamed.

Logan smirked. "Good."

The waitress came back and gave them their drinks. "Are you ready to order now, or do you need more time?"

"We're ready," Logan handed her the menus, "He'll have the cowboy burger with cheddar and bacon, with a side of the vegetable medley. I'll have the whiskey burger with swiss and onions and mushrooms on top."

"Sounds good," she wrote the orders down and handed out silverware, then went back towards the kitchen.

Wolf pulled his glass close and hunched over to lap at it.

"Ah ah, no," Logan pulled it back away. "You know better. Here, use this." He unwrapped a straw and put it in the glass for him.

Wolf looked at it, then sucked on the straw.

"Much better," Logan nodded.

After a big gulp, Wolf sat back again. "Why are there hearts all over the school?"

"It's another holiday," Logan grunted and sipped his beer. "You're supposed to give a heart to someone you like. That's why. Ask Jean or Ororo, I'm sure they'd be happy to explain it."

"Ok," Wolf drank more of his milk.

It didn't take too long for their meals to come out, and, as Logan hoped, Wolf didn't even notice the onion ring on his burger and he ate it without complaint. He even tried a bite of Logan's burger and didn't seem to mind the mushrooms or onions on that. He only fussed when it came to the food that he knew was veggies, but he relented and ate them for the sake of peanut butter pie.

It was dark outside by the time they were done and ready to go.

"Did you have any homework for tonight?" Logan thought to ask as he helped Wolf put the helmet back on, and gave him a firm swat when he heard the growl of protest.

Wolf grunted and rubbed. "I have to write something for Hank."

"Ok, you're working on that as soon as we get back," Logan sat and helped Wolf onto the bike.

"I will," Wolf yawned, then turned to curl against Logan.

"Wolf, that's not really safe…" Logan sighed and shook his head, putting one arm around Wolf to keep him in place, then began driving. He'd just have to be sure to drive extra carefully.