Veronica Mars is determined to demonstrate her resilience against the negative impact of her ex-friends' gossip and betrayal by attending Shelly Pomroy's party. She aims to show them that their hurtful whispers and deceitful actions no longer have any power over her.
As Veronica makes her way through the party, she can't help but notice that the party is already in full swing. Couples are passionately engaged in making out, indulging in drinks, and even smoking weed. They seem completely absorbed in each other, not paying much attention to anything else happening around them. Despite the lively atmosphere, Veronica continues to navigate through the crowd.
As the other party-goers gradually notice her arrival, they exchange disapproving looks and whisper amongst themselves, their curiosity piqued. Yet, Veronica brushes aside their critical demeanor and carries on reveling, unaffected by their thoughts.
Logan glances at her, sucking on his finger after downing a shot. She navigates through the crowd, meeting disapproving gazes from her peers. A wave of repulsion washes over her when she catches sight of her former boyfriend, Duncan, who is getting his neck licked by Shelly. As she passes him, she can feel his gaze on her.
A rum and coke appears in a transparent yellow neon cup before her. She scans the party, searching for the person who handed it to her, contemplating whether to consume it. Just as she raises it to her mouth, she gets jostled by someone, causing the drink to cascade down her face and dress.
"Great." Veronica drops the cup slipping from her grasp and hastily adjusts her dress to alleviate the discomfort caused by the icy liquid pooling in her cleavage.
She makes her way inside Shelly's house, trying to find the nearest bathroom to clean herself up.
Feeling a sense of frustration, Veronica lets out a sigh upon noticing the lengthy line forming outside the bathroom downstairs. Scanning her surroundings for an alternative solution, she soon catches sight of the staircase leading up to Shelly's bedroom and promptly decides to navigate her way towards it.
Having attended several sleepovers before, she is aware of the upstairs bathroom located just across the hallway from Shelly's room.
Ascending the staircase, she sees the open door of the bathroom.
With a quickening pace, she walks into the bathroom, closes the door, and turns on the lights.
As she approaches the sink, she proceeds to turn the faucet on, and once the water starts flowing, she directs her gaze toward the mirror in front of her. To her dismay, she notices a colossal brown stain that spans the entire length of her dress.
"Shouldn't have come here," she mutters to herself as she slips off her white dress. "Bad idea."
As she immerses her dress in the water, desperately attempting to remove the traces of rum and coke, a cascade of tears begins to stream down her face.
She stands, clad in a strapless bra of delicate white lace and cotton panties. The chill in the room prickles her skin with goosebumps.
She shuts off the faucet, wrings out her dress, and examines it closely to ensure that the stain and the stickiness of the drink have vanished completely.
Veronica scours for a washcloth to rid her skin of stickiness, drenches it under the faucet, and rubs her body clean. She drops the rag into the sink and begins hunting for a hair dryer, hoping to dry her dress enough to leave and head home.
As she reaches for the desired gadget , the sound of a door opening catches her attention. Turning, she glimpses a figure entering the bathroom, but doesn't have enough time to stop the intruder. The horror strikes her even harder when she realizes who it is.
Logan.
"Shut the door!" she yells at him, her voice terrifying him, making him jump as he enters the bathroom, causing him to reflexively shut the door from the inside.
"No, I mean get out!"
Logan turns away hastily at her squeal and jolts into the door. Not slowing his frantic movements he grabs the handle, only to snap it off, trapping them.
"Oh, fuck!" Logan exclaims.
"Shit."
Veronica nervously shields her nakedness from him as much as the suddenly super small wet dress allows her, which is not so much.
Don't turn around, don't turn around!
"Veronica?"
Shit. Fuck. Shit.
"Uh, yeah!" She can feel her skin flush red with embarrassment, especially seeing Logan to casually take in the situation they're in. And her half naked state. Just kill me.
Veronica slowly backs up and plops down on the toilet, blocking her naked back from him.
"Why are you half naked?"
Veronica can see Logan awkwardly staring at the wall, trying not to make eye contact with her.
"Because one of your idiot friends spilled my drink all over me – I was attempting to clean my dress out when you walked in on me."
Veronica tugs her dress closer to her, feeling a chill down her spine as the wet fabric clings to her skin.
"Here." Logan throws his jean button shirt at her that he is wearing in her direction. "Put that on – you look like you're freezing."
"Could you not… look at me."
She half expects him to mock her, be cruel and say nasty things to her, but to her relief Logan's eyes wander away from her. Although he steals a quick look at her, a slight smirk appearing on his face.
Jackass.
Veronica waits for him to turn around, then slips on his shirt, buttons it up, and hangs her dress over the edge of the Jacuzzi tub to let it air dry.
"Okay, I'm decent."
Logan clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Could you – could you possibly switch places with me? I kind of have to use the bathroom – hence why I'm up here."
Veronica's face flushes, looking away from him, she nods. "Uh, yeah – of course."
She clumsily stands up from the toilet, quickly adjusting his shirt to cover her thighs to make sure her underwear is hidden.
Veronica awkwardly passes Logan without really looking at him, and she quickly goes to the sink. She turns on the faucet just as she hears the sound of Logan unzipping his pants. She wanted to drown out the sounds of him peeing.
"So, why did you come to this party anyway?"
Veronica instinctively looks at him in the mirror and is suddenly mortified to remember he's peeing. So she turns away, clearing her throat.
"You really want to talk while you're doing that?"
"Right."
Logan finishes things up, puts down the toilet seat, gives it a flush, and heads over to the sink to wash his hands. They lock eyes in the mirror, and Veronica casually turns her back and leans against the sink counter while he rinses his hands.
They could hear the party going on downstairs, with the music blaring and thumping. There is no chance of anyone hearing them banging on the door to be let out. But then, Veronica has an idea.
"Do you have your cell phone on you? So someone can come up here and let us out."
Logan reaches his hand into his pants pocket and takes out his cell phone. He opens it, only to realize that it is completely out of battery.
"Great. We're stuck."
"Why'd you even come here, Veronica? It's not like any of us wanted you here," he repeats his question from earlier, his tone snide.
"When did you become such a jackass? You know at one point you and I used to be best friends – I just don't know what I did to piss you off so badly to deserve all the torment you and your cronies love to dole out on me."
"You chose the wrong side."
Veronica scoffs.
"You've got to be kidding me, Logan. You expect me to choose between my friends and my Father? My Father who I have to go home every night to because clearly I'm not an adult – for food and shelter – That is such a cop-out."
Veronica's body glides down the counter, her legs curling up tightly against her chest, embracing them to herself as she sits down on the bathroom floor.
"Your father accused my best friend's Dad of killing his own daughter – my girlfriend, your best friend." Logan ambles towards the tub, settles down, and props his back against it.
"My Father, who's been a respectable cop since the eighty's, who's handled every other case with honor and dignity suddenly botches a murder case after twenty-one years on the force that just so happened to be my best friend – who I happened to love with all my heart – for what reason, Logan?"
Veronica's voice raises an octave, tears brimming her eyes as Logan sits in silence taking in her words.
"Tell me why my Dad would botch Lilly's case. Don't you think that my Dad would have known something the general public wouldn't have known? You and I have never seen any of the statements made by the Kanes', and I know my Dad would never make such accusations unless he had a good reason for it – Especially it being Lilly. He wouldn't do that to me."
"Why would the Kanes' have any reason to lie about what happened to Lilly?"
"I've been trying to figure that one out for a while now." Veronica kicks off her heels and shoves them to the side of her.
"Why should I believe you?"
Logan is across from her, his hands resting on his knees, looking at her skeptically.
Veronica scoffs.
"You've known me since I was twelve – when have I ever lied to you?"
Logan shakes his head at her.
"I find it hard to believe that you've never lied when you know what Lilly was like cheating on me," his voice is bitter. "It's not like you had any loyalty to me – you were Lilly's little Barbie. Whatever she said, you did."
Veronica swallows and looks away from him.
"I had my suspicions that Lilly cheated, of course, but Lilly, she didn't trust me enough to tell me everything – she only gave me vague hints about the things she did cause she knew I cared about you and hated seeing you hurt over her."
"You really showed her that loyalty when you told her about the kiss with Yolanda." Bitterness laces his voice.
Veronica finally looks over at him, meeting his brown eyes.
"Is that why you hate me so much? That I told Lilly about your kiss with Yolanda? Newsflash: Logan I would have done the same for you if I saw Lilly cheating."
Veronica shifts uncomfortably.
Logan's eyes widen with surprise as he observes Veronica's face. The sincerity in her voice and the genuine expression on her face must finally get through his thick skull that she is indeed recounting the truth.
"I don't hate you, Veronica – I blame you."
Veronica looks up at him, with a questioning expression in her eyes. "Blame me?"
Logan leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees while casually intertwining his hands together, looking at Veronica intensely.
"If you hadn't told Lilly about that kiss, she and I would have never broken up and I never would have gone to TJ with Dick and Beaver and she'd still be here."
Veronica's eyes soften.
"Logan, you couldn't have known what was going to happen. I look back on that day too wondering about all the what-ifs I could have done to stop her from leaving the car wash early that day – it haunts me to the point I can barely sleep some nights."
Logan's hands are fidgeting as he avoids eye contact with her, clearly showing the pain he feels.
"I just miss her," he mumbles.
"I miss her too, Logan – and I miss you," Veronica admits as he looks at her, meeting her blue eyes. "I could have used you after her funeral. You and I were the only ones who really understood her – not even Duncan understood his sister most of the time."
Veronica automatically reaches for the necklace Lilly gave her on her birthday, casually fiddling with the star pendant.
Logan takes a deep breath and observes as she fidgets with her necklace, fully aware of the significance it holds for her.
"I miss the good times we all had," Logan admits.
"So do I."
Veronica drops her hand into her lap.
"You still look cold." Veronica knows the diversion when she sees one, and she knows Logan too well to understand that he steers clear of delving deeper into their ongoing conversation. She'd do the same.
"That's because I am. Not exactly the smart choice for me to wear a dress to this shin-dig."
"Not exactly a smart choice to even come to this shin-dig." Logan digs into his pocket and whips out a shiny flask, pops open the lid, and takes a gulp.
"Yeah, well I wanted to prove to all of your toadies that I wasn't going to be affected by the torment they put me through anymore – that I wasn't nearing my breaking point."
Veronica extends her hand, gesturing to take the flask that he is holding.
He offers it to her, and she grabs it from him.
With a fierce gulp, she grimaces as the fiery liquid cascades down her throat. Her eyes well up with tears as she bravely swallows, only to succumb to a fit of coughs as the intense sting of the potent alcohol engulfs her.
"What is that?" Her voice is hoarse. "Holy hell that was strong."
"Pure vodka, baby."
Veronica hands back the flask.
"You could have warned a girl."
"What would be the fun in that?" he smirks at her. "You wanna reach into that front pocket and hand me what's inside of it?" Logan gives a nod towards the pocket on his shirt that Veronica has on.
Veronica gives him a curious look and reaches into the shirt pocket. As soon as she feels what he wants, she tilts her head with a knowing expression.
"Really, Logan?"
She flings the joint in his direction, while he grapples to snatch it with his bare hands.
"What?" he gives her an incredulous look. "There's nothing better to do being locked in a bathroom with you."
"Yeah, like I'm that horrible for you to even be around."
"Well, right now you're kind of easy on the eyes." He gives her a sly smirk while he casually sparks up the joint, taking a big drag before exhaling it out.
"Logan," Veronica's face flushes, then she adjusts his shirt on her body. "I'm like your arch-nemesis, you aren't supposed to look at me like that."
"And I'm a hormonal teenage boy – your point?"
Logan offers her the joint and after some hesitation, she takes it, awkwardly puts it in her mouth, and takes a hit, immediately coughing.
"I see not much has changed since we stopped hanging out." He lets out a small laugh.
Veronica returns the joint to him while he indulges in another puff, releasing the smoke from his lungs.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Logan passes the joint back to her once more, and with a newfound sense of assurance, she takes another drag. This time, there is a noticeable decrease in her coughing, indicating her growing familiarity and comfort with the act.
"Still innocent as ever, Ronnie."
"I am not," her voice squeaks.
"You came to a party in a virginal white dress with matching underwear to boot – you are the epitome of innocence. Duncan never got far with you did he?"
The joint is almost halfway gone when he passes it back to her.
"I am not going to talk about my sex life with you." She takes a drag of the smoke and breathes it out, this time without coughing.
"Is this your first time smoking?"
Veronica hands the joint back to him.
"Unless you count that one time you shot-gunned me last year."
Logan chuckles.
"I almost forgot about that."
He offers her the joint, but she gestures with her hand to show that she's done smoking.
"You were too blitzed out of your mind that night – I was shocked you managed to not drown in your puke that night."
Two Hours Later…
"Do you remember that time Duncan and you were overeating when we went to Magic Mountain and you guys ate too much junk food and went on the Flashback and you two ended up getting sick and throwing up all over the couple sitting behind you?"
Veronica is overcome with uncontrollable laughter as she reminisces about the memory, her hands clutching her stomach in a futile attempt to contain her amusement. The effects of the marijuana have fully taken hold, engulfing both her and Logan in a blissful state of happiness and uncontrollable giggles.
"Oh, they were so mad!"
Logan's cracking up as he remembers the story. They are just chilling together, sitting next to each other on the bathroom floor. Logan kicked off his shoes a while back, and they even put some towels down for extra comfort.
"The looks on that couple's face once that ride stopped – If looks could kill, both of you would have been goners." Veronica giggles.
"We had to have been thirteen at that time," Logan states.
"Lilly and I nearly peed our pants seeing the miserable look you guys had. We warned you not to eat that fast before getting on a ride but you guys wanted to have a sugar overload."
"I could so go for a funnel cake right about now." Logan's stomach growls loudly, emphasizing his words.
Veronica pats his arm laughing. "That's the munchies kicking in."
Logan casually pulls out his flask once more and takes a swig. He then offers it to Veronica, who gladly accepts and finishes off the vodka.
"Blehh." Veronica scrunches up her face and shakes her head in disgust at the taste of the vodka. "I don't know why you drink that stuff."
"And I don't know why you drink it if you don't like it."
"Cause I'm bored and there's nothing else to do, and by the sounds of the party downstairs it's not stopping any time soon."
When she returns the flask, Logan glances at her, he looks deep in thought. A fleeting moment later, he leans closer and swiftly plants a kiss on her lips, his eyes searching her face for a response.
Surprised, Veronica shifts her gaze towards him before tenderly grasping his chin within the palm of her hand, initiating a gentle, more deeper kiss.
Logan adjusts their positions, easing Veronica on her back on the softness of fluffy white towels in the bathroom. He settles himself between her legs, his gentle touch caressing her hair, while she reciprocates with her delicate fingers, gently stroking the back of his neck.
Veronica pulls her mouth away from his. "What are we doing?" she asks looking into his eyes.
"Not being bored anymore." He leans down and kisses her again.
She pulls away again, breathless. "No really, Logan. What are we doing?"
Logan looks her in her eyes, "Moving on." His lips meet hers again, his tongue searching for hers.
He caresses her smooth, exposed legs, sensually entwining her right leg around his waist as his hands explore every inch of her bare skin that he can reach.
Veronica emits a soft moan as he presses his lips against hers, but he eventually withdraws and proceeds to plant kisses along her cheek and jawline, leisurely trailing his tongue along the path toward her neck.
As he slowly withdraws his lips from her neck, his eyes lock with hers, and he extends his hand towards the buttons on his denim button-up shirt and asks her: "Is this okay?"
Veronica is aware of the firmness of Logan's presence between her thighs. She finds herself questioning whether engaging in this act with Logan in their current surroundings was truly what she desired. Considering the tumultuous events that has unfolded between them over the past couple of months since Lilly's murder, Veronica can't help but ponder whether taking this risk with Logan is worth potentially enduring further emotional pain.
As she gazes deeply into his eyes, she can discern an unmistakable sense of sincere affection and concern that he holds for her. It is at this very moment that she recognizes the familiar Logan she has known and grown up with.
It reminds her of the tender and compassionate boy she witnessed during those rare moments when he wasn't engaged in fighting with Lilly. And in that instant, Veronica firmly resolves within herself to choose to be with Logan at this moment.
Veronica nods and leans in to kiss him, while he starts unbuttoning his shirt on her. As the buttons come undone, her white lace bra becomes visible, showing more of her skin.
Logan's hands gently brush aside the fabric of his shirt. And the look Veronica can see on his face is worth all the consequences she might endure after this night: intense desire and hunger combined with deep fascination of her exposed body.
"They match." His voice is hoarse all while his eyes are almost black, reflecting the fiery flames of passion that rage within him, absorbing every inch of her form. .
Veronica teasingly lifts Logan's green and gray striped shirt, exposing his toned stomach. Catching on, he casually removes the shirt completely.
She giggles looking up at him.
"What?" he smiles down at her.
"You've been working out." She reaches up to touch his newly toned abs.
"Ah, so you've been checking me out – I knew it," He bends down and captures her lips with his, kissing her passionately once more. "We can stop if you feel uncomfortable," he whispers against her lips.
Logan leans backward, positioning himself on his knees in a kneeling position before Veronica, situated between her legs. He gently raises her towards his chest, allowing him to smoothly remove her arms from his denim shirt. Carefully, he places the shirt behind her, providing a comfortable surface for her to lay on, instead of the bathroom rug.
"I know."
With a smile on her face, she looks up at him and starts to unfasten his pants, her fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper, the sound of the zipper being pulled down reaching her ears.
Logan digs into his wallet and casually retrieves a condom as his pants slide down his legs.
He places the condom and wallet beside them, then bends down to kiss her passionately. Meanwhile, his left hand descends along her body, gliding under the front of her cotton panties, exploring the dampness between her legs.
Veronica lets out a soft moan as his fingers explore her wetness. "Logan," she breathlessly calls out his name, inviting him to explore even more. "Oh God, that feels amazing."
"You feel amazing."
Logan playfully kisses and licks her neck while his fingers skillfully pleasure her, giving her an intense sensation.
Veronica's entire body becomes rigid with anticipation as she senses her orgasm drawing near. With a firm grip on his biceps, she gasps in sheer delight as a surge of pleasure engulfs her. Her back arches and her legs instinctively rise, responding to Logan's expert touch as he skillfully guides her through the climax with his nimble fingers.
After removing his hand from her panties, he reaches for a nearby towel and uses it to wipe his fingers clean. Logan then proceeds to remove Veronica's panties and casually tosses them over his shoulder. In response, Veronica deftly uses her feet to skillfully slide his boxers down his legs.
Logan finishes taking off the boxers and casually tosses them near where her panties landed. He expertly puts on the condom, leans in to kiss her passionately, then pulls back and softly whispers, "We can stop now. All you have to do is say so."
"I'm good, Logan." Veronica leans up kissing him.
He places himself at the opening between her legs and starts to penetrate her with a slow, deliberate motion. Veronica's body becomes tense as she senses him stretching her inch by inch. As he encounters a barrier that signals her virginity, he passionately kisses her, skillfully using his tongue to divert her attention. In doing so, he manages to break through the barrier, feeling the resistance give way.
Veronica winces with discomfort, causing Logan to halt his actions. He gazes down at her, gently planting kisses on her cheeks, nose, and eventually her lips. As he does so, he softly murmurs in her ear. "Are you okay?"
Veronica nods her head. "Yes – I'm good." She gives him a kiss and whispers while their lips are still touching. "The pain's gone now."
Logan starts to move again in Veronica, murmuring how amazing she is to him and letting out quiet gasps. Veronica wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, and they both can't help but moan in pleasure.
Veronica's hands tighten their grip on Logan's back, her fingers sinking deep into his flesh, as he vigorously thrusts himself inside her.
"I don't think I'm going to last much longer." She feels his breath in her ear saying those words.
Without thinking, Veronica reaches down and grabs onto Logan's ass, pushing on it. She can tell he is close because his movements have become sloppy as he continues to thrust into her.
"You feel so good – I can't – I can't hold back any longer."
Veronica leans in and plants a kiss on his cheek, reaching to his ear. "You can let go," she says before giving him an open-mouthed kiss, capturing the sounds of his pleasure as he reaches his peak. Gradually, his movements slow down and eventually come to a stop. Veronica's legs unwind from around him, gently brushing against his.
As their passionate embrace continues, Logan and Veronica exchange languid kisses for several more minutes. Eventually, Logan gently withdraws from Veronica and disposes of the used condom in the trash can near them in the bathroom.
Veronica stands up to check if her dress, which is hanging on the tub to air dry, is dry enough to put back on.
"Is it still wet?"
Veronica glances back at Logan, blushing slightly, and gives him a little smile.
"Still pretty damp, yeah."
"Here," Logan throws her his boxers for her to put on. "So that way you won't get so cold just wearing my shirt."
He quickly puts on his pants, sans boxers, and gives Veronica a playful smile. Then he tosses her panties so she can get dressed.
"Thanks."
Veronica smoothly puts on her panties, followed by sliding into his boxers, then she elegantly slips into his denim shirt and fastens the buttons.
"So, what do you have planned for next weekend?" Logan glances at her as she dresses.
After Logan settles back onto the cool bathroom floor, Veronica gracefully moves towards him, intending to join him on the ground. However, her plans abruptly change as Logan unexpectedly pulls her onto his lap, creating a space between his legs. As his lips tenderly explore the sensitive skin on her neck, he lovingly encircles her waist with his strong arms.
"Are you asking me out on a date?" she playfully asks, turning her gaze towards him, casting a quick glance filled with mischief and a hint of amusement.
"I believe I am." He nuzzles her neck.
"Why, Logan – I do declare," Veronica adopts a Southern debutante accent, adding a touch of elegance and sophistication to her speech. "What would my Pa say?"
"He'd say that I'm a jackass and that I got a lot of lost time to make up for." Logan kisses her head. "When you said you missed me earlier, I was too afraid to say that I missed you too – I wish I could go back and change the way I handled things and just… talked to you."
Veronica intertwines their fingers, quickly looking back at him and making eye contact. "Are you saying you believe that my Dad's intentions were not to accuse the Kanes' of murder?"
Logan takes a deep breath and releases it. "I'm saying based on the logic we talked about earlier that there's a possibility that there's more to the story of what happened to Lilly – what I don't know. I don't understand the logic of them lying to your Father. That's what's wracking my brain with questions."
"I don't think they had any involvement in her murder, but based on the things Dad's hinted at – the alibi's don't match up. It doesn't mean they killed her but someone is lying about where they were at the time of her death."
"Have you – Have you seen any of the evidence from the case?"
"No. Dad more than likely has that stuff locked up somewhere where I don't know. He knows that I'd go through it. To see if I missed anything that day that would trigger a memory for me. I've asked him before but he won't let me see anything, says I'm already too traumatized by it, and doesn't want me anywhere near those case files."
"I just wish we could do more – figure out why."
Veronica leans up and kisses his jaw. "So do I."
Logan gently tilts her head and brings his lips to meet hers, tenderly kissing her a few times with pecks.
"You never did answer my question for that date."
"I'd love to go on a date with you, Logan."
She softly looks up at him.
With a smile on his face, Logan kisses her passionately in response to the sound of her answer.
As the bathroom door slowly creaks open, Shelly's silhouette emerges into the doorway, her face contorted in a mix of shock and horror upon witnessing the sight of Logan and Veronica passionately entangled on the cold, hard floor of her bathroom.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Shelly's voice has a shrill tone.
When Veronica glances around the bathroom, she can clearly see what a scene they provide to Shelly: towels carelessly strewn across the floor, Veronica donning Logan's attire, and the sight of Veronica's white dress hanging from the edge of the bathtub.
The two break apart kissing, she looks at Shelly sheepishly, cheeks aflame, then hides her face in Logan's chest.
"Oh, my God, did you two – " she covers her mouth in shock. Obviously not sure what she's just witnessed. "Seriously, Logan – is this some sort of joke? After what her father's done? Please tell me this was just some drunken hook-up that she tricked you into doing with her. I know you wouldn't touch her sober."
"You don't know me at all, Shelly." Logan shifts Veronica off his lap and gets up while pulling Veronica with him.
Veronica grabs her dress and shoes, blushing as she walks past a furious Shelly. "Sorry about your bathroom. We got locked in when the door handle broke off."
Logan tidied up the towels and neatly placed them inside a hamper located next to the bathtub.
With a furious expression in her eyes, Shelly forcefully seizes Veronica's arm, yanking her backward. "Why don't you slum it with your own kind, whore – leave the 09er guys to those in their own circle. We don't need you spreading your diseases around for the rest of us to get."
"Ow!– seriously, Shelly, take your hands off of me." Veronica winces, pulling her arm out of Shelly's grasp. "You sound like you're jealous of what happened here tonight."
Shelly is about to open her mouth to speak, but before she even has the opportunity to construct a complete sentence, Logan abruptly interrupts her. "Leave Veronica alone, Shelly – if you know what's good for you."
"Logan!" she shrills.
Logan turns to look at her with a dark look in his eyes. "Spread the word – Veronica is off limits. You fuck with her – you fuck with me."
"You're insane!" Shelly's voice pierces through the air with a high-pitched tone, reaching their ears, as they stroll out of the house, holding hands.
After the party comes to an end, Shelly's house appears desolate and devoid of life. The aftermath of the lively gathering is evident everywhere, with cups and garbage strewn haphazardly both inside her house and scattered around her pool area.
As they draw nearer to Veronica's car, both of them notice the unfortunate sight of all four of her tires being slashed, prompting a sense of frustration to escape Veronica's lips in the form of a groan.
"Of course."
"I'll take care of this – once we get in my car I'll call a tow and have it sent to the place that works on my cars. This is my fault anyway for declaring open season on you after Lilly died."
Veronica and Logan wrap their arms around each other, their bodies merging in a warm and comforting embrace. Tenderly, Logan presses his lips against Veronica's forehead, leaving a gentle and affectionate kiss before reluctantly releasing her so she could get her things out of her car.
As she enters the driver's seat, she leans over the passenger seat and reaches into the glove box, retrieving her phone, keys, and wallet.
"You know you look good wearing my boxers bending over like that." As Logan playfully gives her butt a light tap, she smoothly glides out of the car in a backward motion.
"Logan!" Veronica's laughter fills the air as she regains her balance and rises to her feet. With a gentle motion, she leans forward and plants a tender kiss on his lips. "Thank you for taking care of my car for me – money's been getting tight at home with the move and I – "
"Move? You're moving? Where? Not out of Neptune right?" Logan's eyes dart back and forth searching her eyes for answers.
"If you'd let me finish my sentence I would have told you that I start my job with my Dad in a few weeks with the new P.I. business he's starting up downtown. I'm moving near Dog Beach. Sunset Cliff apartments."
Logan brushes a piece of hair behind her ear. "I had no idea things were that bad."
"You couldn't have known – we haven't talked in a few months."
"Come on, I'll drive you home," then he pauses, and looks down at her clothes. "Maybe I should bring you to my place instead. Your Dad may be liable to shoot me if you show up in my clothes."
With a small laugh escaping her lips, Veronica intertwines her fingers with his and playfully pulls him towards his vibrant yellow Xterra. "Dad's out of town – you can take me back home. I have to get back anyway 'cause of Backup being alone."
"And your Mom?"
"Not around." She smiles sadly.
"I'll take the long way home then."
End