My first VM piece. GAH! This is so new to me.
Anyway, I want to thank Kel for pushing me to do this and for telling me it was alright to feel guilty for deserting DC.
Love ya!
And to Katie for not only the title, but for jumping in and betaing it. Thank you so much.
This is a short one parter set just as Veronica is driving away in Weapons of Class Destruction. It's Logan's POV.
So, I kissed her.
Well technically, she kissed me first and whether or not it was intended for the corner of my mouth, it happened anyway. Of course it was a shock; she isnt usually the type of person to use such actions, especially when it comes to me.
So what did I do, I swirled her around, in true Hollywood fashion of course, and kissed her back.
Hard.
Passionate.
Strong.
You know what the funny thing is, I liked it and I meant it. It wasnt about her helping me to try and find my mom, even when she didnt have to because I was a complete jackass to her; it was something else, her ability to look past my hostility maybe, this façade I put up because Im proud, maybe it was because I actually cared about her and wanted to show her that.
Im trying to pinpoint the exact moment I began to realise Veronica Mars wasnt just someone to trade insults with and I really dont know. The events of the past year have managed to smudge the line that divides our friendship and somehow I found myself on the same side as her. That doesnt mean well be braiding each others hair and swapping make-up tips anytime soon, but it means that maybe Im ready to make an effort with her.
Maybe Im ready to move on.
I dont know what made me do it, because it wasnt like I had a lot of time to make a decision on what to do. In that split second, I had to make a choice, ignore the feeling she ignited in me when her lips touched mine and let her walk away, or kiss her back.
I think I made the right one.
What surprised me the most was the way she kissed me back, the way her hands snaked around my back and pulled me closer, her body leant into mine and actually fitted snugly, almost like it was meant to be. Obviously there was an issue with height, she being a few good inches smaller than me so I had to stoop lower than most girls Ive made out with but it felt good, like I was protecting her.
In those few moments we were kissing, every coherent thought in my brain (yes, I do have one believe it or not) dissipated and for the first time in weeks, I felt like I had some sort of meaning in my life, like I wasnt put on this earth just to be looked at, or be the person everyone relies on to bring the funny.
She held me for a few moments after the kiss ended, neither one of us sure what to say to each other, I dont think there was anything to say, the moment was just what it was. If I wasnt so shocked at what happened, I think I wouldve kissed her again because for a few moments, both of us lost our masks and we were vulnerable together. Her usual stony eyes softened as she looked up to me and I swear I saw Veronica Mars melt.
Then she gave me a different look.
A look which I interpreted as surprise, with a hint of disbelief and it made me soften to the point where I thought I would become a pool of goo on the floor. I couldnt take my eyes off of her and I couldnt let her go I didnt want to let her go. But then something happened, suddenly the realisation set in for both of us. We had just made out, but I wasnt scared or disgusted, I was relieved. It felt like I had wanted to do it for a while but I never took the chance and I think secretly, she felt the same way.
How do I know this?
Because Veronica isnt the girl she portrays. If she didnt want to kiss me, she wouldnt have, she wouldve pushed me away and given me some smart-ass comment then proceeded to her car where she would kick up dirt as she accelerates away, pretty much what I would do if I didnt want to kiss someone.
So we hang out in different circles and have different zip codes, but were a lot the same. Weve both experienced inconsolable grief, the loss of our mothers and bad break ups; were practically the same person. And I think thats what the connection is between us, as much as neither one of wants to admit, its there. Maybe it has always been there, beneath the millions of layers to our almost identical characters but weve just never discovered it until something bought us together. Admittedly, it was death that bought us closer and isnt exactly one of the classics in a great love story, but never the less, it is what it is.
I couldnt look away as she left the motel balcony, my eyes wouldnt let me. I wanted to turn back into Logan the Jackass and laugh it off, the way I usually deal with things Im unsure of, but my eyes and conscious betrayed me, and in a way Im thankful because she couldnt resist the urge to look at me before she got in her car and in that moment our eyes met, we knew this was something both unexpected and unique.
I dont know what the future holds for me and Veronica, and Im not sure I want to. Somehow, that thought both scares and excites me. There is a part of me that wants to call her name and get a room to do ungodly things and the other well that wants to do it too, but I dont, letting her go makes more sense for the moment.
As she drives away from the motel, Im left standing there with a sense of hope, optimism and trust. Three things I havent felt for a while now and although I was surprised when it turned out Veronica Mars would be the one to coax them out, Im also grateful because I know shes decent and honest, someone I know could trust with my heart.
I carry on watching until her car turns to dust and I find myself smiling as I make my way to my own car. Im smiling because Ive made out with Veronica Mars; something I never thought would happen to me, let alone enjoy it and want it to happen again.
Stranger things have happened in my life; making out with Veronica is no exception but contrary to popular belief, I deserve to be happy and if making out with Veronica is going to do that, Im going to carry on, regardless of what people might say if they found out.
Tomorrow may be well be another day, but as the saying goesThe best way to predict the future is to invent it.
And thats exactly what I plan to do.
End
Anyway, I want to thank Kel for pushing me to do this and for telling me it was alright to feel guilty for deserting DC.
Love ya! And to Katie for not only the title, but for jumping in and betaing it. Thank you so much.
This is a short one parter set just as Veronica is driving away in Weapons of Class Destruction. It's Logan's POV.
Aftershocks
So, I kissed her.
Well technically, she kissed me first and whether or not it was intended for the corner of my mouth, it happened anyway. Of course it was a shock; she isnt usually the type of person to use such actions, especially when it comes to me.
So what did I do, I swirled her around, in true Hollywood fashion of course, and kissed her back.
Hard.
Passionate.
Strong.
You know what the funny thing is, I liked it and I meant it. It wasnt about her helping me to try and find my mom, even when she didnt have to because I was a complete jackass to her; it was something else, her ability to look past my hostility maybe, this façade I put up because Im proud, maybe it was because I actually cared about her and wanted to show her that.
Im trying to pinpoint the exact moment I began to realise Veronica Mars wasnt just someone to trade insults with and I really dont know. The events of the past year have managed to smudge the line that divides our friendship and somehow I found myself on the same side as her. That doesnt mean well be braiding each others hair and swapping make-up tips anytime soon, but it means that maybe Im ready to make an effort with her.
Maybe Im ready to move on.
I dont know what made me do it, because it wasnt like I had a lot of time to make a decision on what to do. In that split second, I had to make a choice, ignore the feeling she ignited in me when her lips touched mine and let her walk away, or kiss her back.
I think I made the right one.
What surprised me the most was the way she kissed me back, the way her hands snaked around my back and pulled me closer, her body leant into mine and actually fitted snugly, almost like it was meant to be. Obviously there was an issue with height, she being a few good inches smaller than me so I had to stoop lower than most girls Ive made out with but it felt good, like I was protecting her.
In those few moments we were kissing, every coherent thought in my brain (yes, I do have one believe it or not) dissipated and for the first time in weeks, I felt like I had some sort of meaning in my life, like I wasnt put on this earth just to be looked at, or be the person everyone relies on to bring the funny.
She held me for a few moments after the kiss ended, neither one of us sure what to say to each other, I dont think there was anything to say, the moment was just what it was. If I wasnt so shocked at what happened, I think I wouldve kissed her again because for a few moments, both of us lost our masks and we were vulnerable together. Her usual stony eyes softened as she looked up to me and I swear I saw Veronica Mars melt.
Then she gave me a different look.
A look which I interpreted as surprise, with a hint of disbelief and it made me soften to the point where I thought I would become a pool of goo on the floor. I couldnt take my eyes off of her and I couldnt let her go I didnt want to let her go. But then something happened, suddenly the realisation set in for both of us. We had just made out, but I wasnt scared or disgusted, I was relieved. It felt like I had wanted to do it for a while but I never took the chance and I think secretly, she felt the same way.
How do I know this?
Because Veronica isnt the girl she portrays. If she didnt want to kiss me, she wouldnt have, she wouldve pushed me away and given me some smart-ass comment then proceeded to her car where she would kick up dirt as she accelerates away, pretty much what I would do if I didnt want to kiss someone.
So we hang out in different circles and have different zip codes, but were a lot the same. Weve both experienced inconsolable grief, the loss of our mothers and bad break ups; were practically the same person. And I think thats what the connection is between us, as much as neither one of wants to admit, its there. Maybe it has always been there, beneath the millions of layers to our almost identical characters but weve just never discovered it until something bought us together. Admittedly, it was death that bought us closer and isnt exactly one of the classics in a great love story, but never the less, it is what it is.
I couldnt look away as she left the motel balcony, my eyes wouldnt let me. I wanted to turn back into Logan the Jackass and laugh it off, the way I usually deal with things Im unsure of, but my eyes and conscious betrayed me, and in a way Im thankful because she couldnt resist the urge to look at me before she got in her car and in that moment our eyes met, we knew this was something both unexpected and unique.
I dont know what the future holds for me and Veronica, and Im not sure I want to. Somehow, that thought both scares and excites me. There is a part of me that wants to call her name and get a room to do ungodly things and the other well that wants to do it too, but I dont, letting her go makes more sense for the moment.
As she drives away from the motel, Im left standing there with a sense of hope, optimism and trust. Three things I havent felt for a while now and although I was surprised when it turned out Veronica Mars would be the one to coax them out, Im also grateful because I know shes decent and honest, someone I know could trust with my heart.
I carry on watching until her car turns to dust and I find myself smiling as I make my way to my own car. Im smiling because Ive made out with Veronica Mars; something I never thought would happen to me, let alone enjoy it and want it to happen again.
Stranger things have happened in my life; making out with Veronica is no exception but contrary to popular belief, I deserve to be happy and if making out with Veronica is going to do that, Im going to carry on, regardless of what people might say if they found out.
Tomorrow may be well be another day, but as the saying goesThe best way to predict the future is to invent it.
And thats exactly what I plan to do.
End
