#cubbiegirlfic

[cubbiegirl]

*”What now?” Nurse Beecham rolls her eyes and bustles out of the tiny cubicle towards the noise in the hallway. Then she spins back to Logan, pointing. “You. Stay put.”

Flexing his bloody knuckles, Logan waits until she rounds the corner, then peers his head out.

“Does it look bad?” Voice muffled, Veronica pulls her hands away from her face and the school nurse gasps.

“Um, honey, you better come inside.”*

[cubbiegirl]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30062838/chapters/74036436

@veronicamarsfanart made me this cover and I died. But I came back, it’s okay.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[cubbiegirl]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30141375

Thanks to @veronicamarsfanart for the awesome cover!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[cubbiegirl]

“Ms. Mars. Thank you for meeting us here.” The tall, handsome man, who must be Logan Echolls, stands and pulls out her chair. Unbuttoning his grey suit coat, he sits across from her and gestures at the woman next to him. “This is Ms. Jetson, my client.”

Veronica holds out her arm, eyeing the famous author, as she scoots her chair up to the table in the ridiculously trendy restaurant. She’d studied the picture on the back of the paperback cover, of course, but she hadn’t expected the Egyptian cat-eye makeup and lavender hair to be Ruby Jetson’s standard meeting-for-lunch look. Apparently, she was wrong.

[cubbiegirl]

“Honey, I don’t know how to tell you this.” Her dad’s voice breaks and panic slithers down Veronica’s spine. She knows the look on his face, now. She’s seen it before. When he told her he was divorcing her mom. When Backup was hit by a car. When she didn’t get into Stanford.

Her blood runs hot, then cold. She balls palms, slicked with sweat, into fists and takes a deep breath.

“What’s wrong? Who…?”

Bracing for bad news, she still doesn’t expect it when the blow comes.

[cubbiegirl]

“Okay. Guess who has two thumbs, a roommate who is headed out of town this weekend, and speaks limited French? This moi.”

Waggling her eyebrows, she points her thumbs at her chest and waits for him to leap at the opportunity to sleep over. Instead, he groans and holds his head in his hands.

“Wait, what’s wrong?” Veronica puts her hand on his bowed shoulder.

“Such wasted opportunity,” he moans. Lifting his head, his mouth turns down in genuine disappointment. “I’m supposed to go yachting with my parents.”

[cubbiegirl]

“Have I ever told you the story of Auntie Veronica, bringing Uncle Logan back from the dead?”

Brown eyes lighting up with wonder, Noah’s mouth drops open. “Tell me, tell me, tell me!”

“You might be old enough to hear it,” Wallace muses.

Noah’s eyes narrow and his forehead wrinkles. “Wait. Is it a kissing story?”

[cubbiegirl]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28899030

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Thank you so much @ayy-ohh for the beautiful cover art to go along with my new fic! I love it so much ❤️