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[marshmallowatheart]

To All The Boys I've Loved Before (Part 41)

"Hey, Veronica," Justin says, smiling, "Converted more of your friends I see?"

Veronica grins and Logan's hands naturally gravitate to her waist. He leans his chin on her head but she moves slightly to the side and leans against him instead. "Someone's gotta get them on the right track. How are you doing, Justin?"

"I'm good," his smile falters ever so slightly, then asks, "How are you?"

"Same ole, same ole," she shrugs, eyeing the ice creams on the menu. "Could you get me a vegan menu, please?"

"Trying out for vegan-ism?"

"I wish I had the strength," she lightly chuckles. "The pull of dairy is just too strong for me."

Justin chuckles along, before pulling out the specialized menu and handing it to Veronica.

She gives him a quick thank you as they walk to their table.

"Figures you'd be on a first name basis with the ice cream boy," Logan remarks, his hands still on her waist as she walks in front of him.

"He goes to our school."

"Hm. Since when have you been so friendly with the student body?"

"I'm plenty friendly," she defends as she takes her seat across Mac, sliding the menu to her.

"I can see. It's like an episode of Everybody Loves Veronica Mars. Or more like All the Boys Love Veronica Mars."

"Oh and last week when Tina was hitting on you at the Waffle house? 'Oh anything for Logan and Logan's friend.' Was that an episode of All the Girls Love Logan Echolls?"

"Tina was hitting on you?" Dick whistles, giving a nod of approval.

"Not helping."

"On the bright side," Mac interrupts, voice light as she changes the topic. "I've never seen such a variety of vegan ice creams in my entire life," she comments, pleased with the turn about.

"Amy's is the best," Veronica readily agrees. "I'm seriously considering getting a part time gig here just for the employee discounts."

Logan looks to her, arching his brows. "You wanna get a part time job here with Justin?"

"With ice cream," the blonde corrects. "Justin just happens to work here too."

"Do you really need a part time job?" He asks, already calculating his deduction in Veronica time if she's serious about this.

She shrugs, explaining, "Meg used to babysit. It looks good on applications and the extra cash doesn't hurt."

"Dude, there's Superman ice cream," Dick says, eyes bright and mouth grinning. Logan peeks over to see the newly added flavour.

"If you really want a part time job," Mac says, looking at Veronica. "I saw an opening that would be perfect for you."

"Do I get free ice cream?" The blonde perks up.

"If you play your cards right, who knows?" She chuckles, she takes a minute trying to think of the name and hits a Eureka moment with her fingers slapping down on the menu. "Van Lowe investigations was looking for someone."

Veronica barks out a laugh, her body vibrating in chuckles. "Vinnie Van Lowe? He's skeazy."

Mac's brows furrow. "You know him?"

Veronica's head bobs in a silent yes. "He comes by every so often at the station. Bounties and whatnot. Likes to annoy dad."

"I figured you'd be into it," the brunette shrugs. "You're all Bond when it comes to the investigation stuff."

"Dude," Dick drags out, loud and enthused. "Like Buffy. Minus the vampires."

"You like Buffy?" Mac asks, surprise evident as she turns her attention to the boy next to her. "Is it 'cause she's a hot blonde?"

"She gets you like that at first but then you're hooked."

"Wouldn't it be more Angel considering his entire show is that he's a Private Investigator?" Veronica wonders, even though she does prefer Buffy herself.

Dick rolls his eyes. "Couldn't you just take the compliment?"

"Hey, you know," Veronica turns to Logan, grabbing onto his bicep as she stumbles on a realization. "Trina looks like Willow."

"Yeah if you're saying the devil looks like an angel," Dick scoffs and Logan laughs because he knows Dick also had a thing for Willow and Trina scares the life out of him.

"The devil is literally a fallen angel," Veronica reminds. "I think they could pull of twins," she looks to Mac for support, only to realize that the girl has yet to meet Logan's sister.

"The only thing they have in common is their witchy tenancies," Logan remarks, shaking his head of the thoughts.

"So I think this Vanilla Bean Coconut Milk Ice Cream looks promising," Mac says, ending the conversation in favour of ordering. "Did you decide as yet?"

"I'm feeling for some Rocky Road," Logan settles on. "How about you, babe?"

She bites her lips, warmth spreading in her with the simple word of affection. "Rocky Road sounds good. Can I steal some of yours if I go for Cookies and Cream?" She asks, hopeful glint in her blue eyes.

"Only if I can steal some of yours," he grins, fully willing to let her take whatever she wanted.

"You guys are gross," Dick says, flatly.

"You're only saying that because you know there's no way we'd share with you," Veronica points out.

"As if I need to share ice cream, you do know I could buy every flavour and then some, right?" He brags, smugness in his eyes.

"Great, so Dick's buying," Veronica exclaims in a finality. "We should get extra toppings," she says to Mac, pointing to the variations.

--vm--

"Please, Halo is way better than Call of Duty," Mac huffs, hand on her spoon while her eyes and body face the blond boy next to her. "Veronica, back me up."

Veronica gives a uncomfortable chuckle. "Not exactly an expert. Now, if you're talking to me about Mario Kart -"

"What Dick means is that he's better at Call of Duty than Halo," Logan puts forth, trying to somehow calm down the brewing storm.

"Dude, no," Dick denies, shaking his head, hair swishing back and forth like he was starring in a L'Oreal advert. "I will undoubtedly unleash a can of whip ass on Call of Duty but it is better than Halo. More realistic, firstly."

"That's besides the point! Firstly, Halo isn't even aiming for realism, you're in a giant ass suit fighting aliens in space. Realistically, you'd be dead a long time before you even started shooting. Secondly, weapons and firepower are a hellova lot better. For starters, gravity-defying hammers -"

Veronica stares at the two of them and says to her boyfriend, "Are they really arguing about which game is better when they both enjoy playing both games?"

"Yup," he answers simply, slurping up a spoonful of his ice cream.

"Would it help if I point out that their ice cream is melting?"

"Doubt it."

She tilts her head and stares at him, "How's about a bite of that Rocky Road?"

He grins, obliging to her wish. He takes a scoop of ice cream and gestures for her to open to say ah. "You like?"

She hums, enjoying the chocolatey sensation in her mouth. "Ice cream is life."

He chuckles, tucking her blonde strands behind her hair. "You said that about lasagne. And also waffles."

She leans into his palm, licking her lips, she says, "Where is the lie?"

[marshmallowatheart]

To All The Boys I've Loved Before (Part 37)

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Dear Veronica,

Have I told you how much everything sucks without you next to me? Because it does. It sucks so bad.

Have I told you that your simple presence makes everything better? Because it does. Like a thousand times better.

There's not a day that goes by that I'm not grateful that my everyday has you in it.

- L

P.S. Have I told you kissing you when I was twelve is the best decision I've ever made?

She kinda hates that she's swooning because of Logan Echolls but she kinda loves that he's making her swoon. Her eyes graze over his messy handwriting again and she inks her own blank piece of paper.

Dear Logan,

Have I ever told you kissing you in the middle of my kitchen is the best decision I've ever made? Because it is. At the time, it felt like the bravest thing I've ever done.

Everyday is definitely better with you in it.

- V

It feels sappy as she writes it but she's full of sappy emotions caused by this brown eyed boy that she's come to love; she knows he'll smile that smile that makes his whole face kinda just light up and that makes it worth it.

She doesn't expect a response but she gets one. She feels a rush, a warm and jittery rush that's become accustomed with being Logan's girlfriend.

Speaking of kisses, I really love it when you kiss me. You know, in that you can't help yourself kinda way. It's sexy as hell.

Logan's fighting a smile, eyes flickering between Veronica and his notes - he's got to keep up appearances for the sake of not getting caught but he finds it difficult to not look at her and to not smile when she's writing him back. Her letter may have triggered their reunion but he doesn't usually receive such affection written responses from her.

I like it when you hold me tighter. Like you can't help yourself. Like you want me as much as I want you.

His heart beats ridiculously faster as he reads the note, he blows out a low breath, looking at the words as though he were looking at her all while trying to control himself. He reminds himself that they're in class, that even though he can see her he can't touch her.

God, Veronica, I always want you. Always. I don't think you understand how much I want you. It's hard not to lose control when I'm with you, bobcat but I can't.

She swallows, fighting the urge to grab him by the hand and drag him out of class. There's only one response she can think of to him, it's a response she's given him before but it's never left her mind and so she writes,

What if I want you to?

She doesn't get a reply but after class he's tugging her away and into a supply closet.

"Maybe notes in class aren't allowed for a reason," he whispers into the dark of the cramped room, hands on her waist, completely focused on her.

She grins, tilting her head slightly and toying with the seams of his shirt. "Here I thought you were a bad boy."

"Am I a bad boy?" His voice hoarse, his body pressing into hers and forehead resting against hers. "'Cause I gotta tell ya, I've been feeling rather reformed."

"Mmm," she hums, nose nudging his as her eyes stare at his lips before flickering up to meet his eyes. "Do good boys pull their girlfriends into mop closets? How does one gain access to such things?"

He lets out a soft snort, lips kissing her cheek before whispering, "Coming from the girl that uses the girls bathroom as her own personal office."

He doesn't leave her time to make her quips, hands find her bottom and his mouth finally goes to hers.

It's a short kiss and she already wants more, drifting closer as he makes them come apart. He gives her a light smile, keeping an inch of distance as he speaks, "I want you to promise me something."

"Hmmm?" She finds herself humming, eyes still trailing on his lips that's messed with her watermelon lip gloss.

"You'll tell me to stop. Whenever it feels like too much. Tell me to stop," he says, eyes forcing here to look at him and she knows he's referring to her note.

She nods her head, easily accepting these conditions that he's made solely for her convenience. "Does that mean you won't be pulling away when we're in the middle of a make out session?"

"I can't promise that entirely but we can test the waters," he promises. "You need to tell me to stop if it's too much, babe. It's so easy to get carried away with you."

She breaths into him, body lifting as she kisses him, eyes closed, she whispers, "I can do that." She hopes that she can because it really is way to easy to get carried away with him.

"I want you to be comfortable," he tells her, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I also want you to be satisfied."

"Mmm," she nods, his hands are on her cheeks and she wonders if he can feel how warm she is. She wonders if he knows it's because of him. "And I don't want you to be tardy."

He squishes her face a bit and she wrinkles her nose at him, he grins, kissing her again before letting his hands fall away from her cheeks. "Who needs physics?"

"You do," she laughs, pulling him back for a quick kiss but halts midway. "Remember," she starts and he laughs, soft and warm and she feels like she's floating on a Logan high. "Force equals mass times acceleration."

"Mmm," he hums into her mouth, kissing her as much as he can.

"Light is a particle that can exhibit properties of a wave," she lets out, airy and he's giving her light kisses before they have to part ways again.

"I'd learn more staying here with you," he whispers and she pushes him away. He gives her a final kiss and she sighs, needing to cool down. She really wishes he didn't have to go to physics.

--vm--

"These are for you," Carmen chirps, smiling as she places an open box full of cupcakes on Veronica's table. "Thanks for being my knight in shining armour."

Veronica peeks into the box and playfully remarks, "What do I have to do for a pie?"

Carmen's smile slips away and Veronica mentally cringes. "I'm kidding," she assures. "They're great. Thanks."

The brunette relaxes, relieved and takes a seat next to the blonde. "I really am so grateful for what you've done for me, Veronica. If you ever need anything, at all, I'm your girl, Captain."

"I'm gonna hold you to that," she teases, chuckling. "I hear Tad's been trying to get you back."

Carmen nods. "He's been calling and coming around but I can't. He says I'm flushing our two year relationship down the toilet like he wasn't the one that had done that all by himself."

Veronica nods sympathetically. "He's a jerk. You deserve better. You deserve much better," she adds, channelling Meg.

"I know," Carmen smiles, acknowledging and assuring that she's not backsliding. "And I saw what Logan did yesterday, that was just amazing. You're really lucky, Veronica. He really loves you."

I'm in love with you, Veronica Mars, she remembers the warm night they'd confessed their true feelings to each other.

Veronica nods, soft smile and then she realises that he hasn't said it again. She realises that she hasn't said it at all.

--vm--

"You're friends with Ryan's sister?" Heather frantically asks the moment she's in the backseat of Logan's car.

Veronica's brows furrow, she glances at her sister's wide eyes and deep frown. "Yes. And why?"

"Who's Ryan's sister?" Logan asks, eyes flickering between the Mars girls.

"Cindy Mackenzie," Veronica tells him. "Goes by Mac. She helped me with the test scores."

He nods and any response he had was drowned out by Heather's exaggerated groan. "In all of the girls in all of Neptune, you had to try to be friends with her."

"What's with the tone, Snippy?" Veronica redirects, surprised.

"You're not capable of having girlfriends. You're gonna have a fall out and Ryan's gonna hate me," she slumps, pouting with a huff.

"First off, ouch," Veronica frowns, surprise turning into anger. "How am I incapable of having girlfriends?"

"Because you're seventeen and you don't have any?" Heather throws out. "Georgia's obviously been conditioned by Wallace to like you so that doesn't count."

"Okay you're being way mean," the older Mars shakes her head, disbelieving that her sister is saying these things to her, especially for no good reason.

"It's true! You get along well with us, your family and you get along with guys," Heather tries to explain, defending her criticism and feeling the slightest bit guilt for the way Veronica's face crumbles for a second. "But you don't do well with girls for some reason."

Everything feels like white noise and Veronica doesn't care for Heather's explanations right this second. "Well, I don't appreciate being judged by my people preferences."

Heather pouts, loud and dramatic while Veronica crosses her arms as she glares out the window.

Logan sucks in a breath, his car has never been this silent with the two of them in it. He swallows, looking between both girls before looking into the rear view mirror and asking, "So how was school?"

Heather decidedly continues to speak to Logan while Veronica continues to silently stare out the window.

--vm--

"I don't think she meant it to be as mean as it sounded," Logan tries to placate the angry Veronica before him. "She's just upset that there's a possibility of another thing getting in the way of her being with the boy she likes."

Veronica gets out the water bottles from the fridge, twisting on the cap, she rants, "So I'm just supposed to get over it? She was outright mean to me for no good reason. I'm her sister. I take care of her. I do everything she wants. She's never spoken to Meg that way. She always says whatever she wants to me. How is that fair?"

She gulps down the water and Logan's still thinking of a rebuttal, a way to ease the tension between the two sisters when Veronica continues her rant, "And if I had to say anything resembling something she doesn't like, she throws a tantrum and goes to her room, giving me the silent treatment."

She's visibly upset and Logan really doesn't know what to do considering the person the other side of this battlefield is Heather. He touches her arm, moving closer, his other arm caressing the top of her hair and he softly says, "She's a kid, babe."

"You know once she got upset because of a joke I made," Veronica snorts, letting Logan hold her.

Heather's retreated to her room, it's the first time that he's seen her lock herself away when he was here. "What was the joke?" He prompts, hoping that she lets out all her pent up frustrations on him rather than her little sister.

"It was before we got Backup," she tells him, moving out of his hold and getting together ingredients to make them a sandwich. "So we were talking about getting a dog and Duncan had asked what she was gonna name it so I jokingly said that it was after her crush," she recalls, buttering the slices of bread.

"She threw a hissy fit and stormed off. She wouldn't talk to me. I baked her cookies and left it as an apology on her night stand and she still didn't talk to me," Veronica goes on, pausing only to shake her head and grab the ham. "She ate the cookies though. And you know what? I won't so much as get an apology out of this," she blows out, placing the ham on the buttered slices of bread laid out.

"Wait, why would that have made her upset?" He asks, confused as he helps her by breaking out the lettuce.

"Because her crush was Duncan."

This surprises him and he shakes his head, "What is with you Mars girls and Duncan Kane? He's not that special."

For the first time since the car ride, she cracks a slight smile. "Are you jealous?"

"I mean, I had at least thought I had Heather on my team," he sighs, trying to subdue his disappointment.

She's cutting up the sandwiches and feels herself lighten a bit. She hands him a plate and says, "We both like you better."

"Yeah?" He asks, eyes meeting hers.

She smiles, accompanied with a easy nod and a soft, "Yeah. Can you go give this to her please?"

He gives her a soft smile, taking the plate from her hand and says, "You're amazing, you know that, right?"

Veronica hums, nodding her head and hopes he doesn't see the doubt that lingers behind her eyes.

[marshmallowatheart]

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before (Part 36)

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Dear Veronica,

I wish you would talk to me. You have to know that I'm on your side, please believe me when I say all I want to do is protect you.

Lilly's my friend. I know how she can be but honestly she's not as strong as she seems.

If she did do this to you, Veronica, I promise, I won't let it slide.

Please just talk to me.

- L

He sees her by her locker, she stuffs his note into her bag without reading it and he hates this feeling that's coming over him - this dread building up inside him ever since she walked away from him yesterday.

He wants to make them okay again. He wants to hold her and never let go. He wants her to know how much he loves her.

She's focused on her task at hand, pulling books out of her locker that she doesn't notice him or doesn't want to notice him. He's standing from afar and desperately wishes she'd just look at him.

She doesn't.

He's walking towards her because he can't leave them be. He knows she's going to dart away but he needs to try. As he walks, he sees John Enbom roll beside her, smirking and slut sneezing as he passes by her. The crowd around her giggles and he hears someone comment about how it's always the quite ones.

His jaw clenches, his fist flex open and close at his side as he moves forward and then he has John Enbom by his throat, pushed up against the locker. "You," he's got a firm grip on his collar, eyes staring deadly into his so-called friends. "Say you're sorry."

"Dude, what's the problem? I thought you were done with her," Enbom says, trying to get out of Logan's clutches. "She's a skank," he says, bewildered at his friend's reaction.

Logan pushes against him with even more force, intense eyes, threatening, daring. "If you've got a problem with Veronica, you’re pretty much dead to me."

He lets go of Enbom, turning to the whole crowd; it's all 09ers. He knows how they can be but this was Veronica. How could they do this to her? "So just like evaporate or something. I don't care."

The boy squirms away, muttering his apology as he retreats and finally, Logan looks to Veronica and offers his hand, it feels like he needs it more than her.

She's staring up at him with utter surprise and he hates himself for making her feel like this is something he wouldn't do for her, like she doesn't mean this much to him. She means everything. He lets out a breath when she locks her palm with his and he gives it a firm squeeze as they move down the hall, away from the crowd.

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"Are you okay?" He asks once they're settled on the bleachers and she lightly nods her head. "I'm sorry all this happened. I should have been with you from the start then maybe they wouldn't have -"

She kisses him between his words, he's surprised because he doesn't deserve kisses after what he's let happened to her but he takes it. He takes all that she gives him even if he doesn't deserve it.

"It's not like I let them get to me," she brushes away. "Enbom's lucky you got there in time or he would have had to face my wrath."

His hand holds hers, he tries to smile at her words because he knows she's strong but he doesn't want her to have to be. "Has this been happening since yesterday?"

"Yeah," she admits quietly. "The sneezes. Second rate comments. Just regular gossip," she shrugs off. "Carmen's gotten the brunt of it. At least I didn't get people calling me at home. It'd be ballsy to call the sheriff's house and no one's got any here."

"I just don't get why Lilly would do this to you," he shakes his head.

"Logan," she lets out, tired, frustrated. She wishes she could tell him she doesn't want to hear him say Lilly's name ever again.

"I understand she's your friend," she says, voice calm, collected. She doesn't want to fight with him again; she'd gotten a headache and it's exhausting trying to avoid him when he's constantly trying to find her.

They've just made up; he's stood up for her in front of all his friends. A part of her wishes that message had also included Lilly, that Lilly was there to see it but it still meant a lot. She's never had anyone stick up for her like that.

"And you don't want to think the worst of her," she continues, closing her her eyes for a second as she stops herself from saying even though you've experienced the worst from her.

"But Lilly hates me," she tells him, eyes set on his. She wants to say, Lilly hates me because she loves you. She doesn't. She doesn't want Logan to have ideas of Lilly loving him again. She doesn't want Logan to chose between them; Lilly and him have history that's surpassed the test of time, they've chosen each other again and again - even over her. She doesn't want him to choose because there's a high possibility that he might not choose her.

"This isn't a fight between the three of us," she says because if it is all she can think is Veronica VS Lilly and Logan. "It's between Lilly and I."

He's shaking his head, tightening his hold on her hand and says, "If it is Lilly, there's no way I can forgive her for this."

She can't hide the surprise that comes over her when he says that. "What?"

"I've forgiven her for so much, Veronica. So much. But I can't forgive her for hurting you after I told her that I love you."

He stares at her will brown eyes full of love and dedication. His hands hold hers with warm affection and she's at a loss of what to say.

Her heart beats a little faster, her eyes stare into his with unreserved love and gratitude. He's choosing her. He's choosing her.

She's so in love with this boy in front of her that she doesn't know what to do with it. She's filled up with emotions she's only ever felt with him, for him - only now it's intensified to the point of no return.

She kisses him, hands cupping his face and trailing down to his collar. It lasts only a few seconds; she's so overwhelmed with her feelings that she knows she's going to want more than just a make out session if they don't stop.

His forehead rests on hers, hands hugging her shoulders and she breaths into his shirt. She's missed the smell of sea salt and sandalwood.

--vm--

It doesn't take her long to figure it out - not with the help of her new friend Cindy Mackenzie; computer whiz and overall cool kid.

It's been a while since she's been this active in an investigation; following leads, doing stakeouts and snapping incriminating photos of scenes she'd rather not see.

Things come into perspective rather easily when she finds one key piece. So she follows the frog to the pond and finds all of her answers with camera in hand. She doesn't know if she feels disappointed or relieved when she realises she has to apologize to Logan that night.

Because what she finds is Kimmy smacking nasties with the IT guy. She doesn't know what she's done to offend the girl, she's never so much as had a conversation with her but she's damn well going to find out.

It's the next day that she finds out and realises that she doesn't owe Lilly Kane a damned thing.

Veronica's got a taped confession from Kimmy, it airs during the morning News update for the whole school to see.

"Please, it wasn't me," comes the voice and panicked face of Kimmy.

"Then who was it?" Veronica's tight and demanding voice breaks through.

"It was Lilly," the panicky girl admits. "Lilly posted the test for you. She hates you because you stole Logan from her. I only posted Carmen’s, I swear," Kimmy pleads for Veronica to believe her.

Unseen on screen, Veronica has photographic proof of Kimmy's sexual relations with the IT guy that's much older than her.

"Why would you do that?"

"She gets everything I want," Kimmy complains, frustrated as though she's the one that's been wronged. "Everything. Lead in the musical, the anchor job. She should have just stuck to playing soccer but no she wanted everything."

Veronica accepts the reasoning, feeling no remorse for the girl before her and chirps, "Thanks, Kimmy."

"Wait, what did you-" the video ends and the apologies begin.

--vm--

Despite Logan's promises, she hadn't expected anything to change between him and Lilly because Lilly Kane always had an excuse and everyone always fell for it - especially Logan.

So she'd had her own form of vengeance; because life's made her tough and to survive you had to get even. That is until she'd accidentally overheard Logan's conversation with Lilly.

"It was a joke," Lilly dismisses her actions, arms crossed, clearly upset about being their conversation. "Where's your sense of humour?"

"I defended you, Lil," he sighs, shaking his head as though he were a disappointed father. "I can't anymore."

Lilly falters at this, her green eyes pierce into him and she asks, "You can't anymore?"

"We're done," he lets out, backing away.

"What?" Her brows shoot up and her mouth curls with annoyance. "Are you breaking up with me? Do you want your friendship bracelet back?" She snaps.

"Was there a friendship bracelet to start of with? Because clearly I didn't mean as much to you as you did to me," he says with finality as he walks away.

Veronica watches as Lilly's face crumbles up when Logan walks away. She doesn't remember the last time she's seen Lilly about to cry - she thinks the answer is never.

All her plans on getting even fly out the window. She never thought Logan choosing her would make her feel guilty.

--vm--

She's on her way to the parking lot to wait for Logan to come when she spots Duncan. It's then that she remembers the email that was sent to him from her email address that confessed feelings of existing love. She wants to facepalm herself for not clearing things up earlier.

She doesn't want them to go back into the state of awkwardness that had formed during the last time he had thought she was confessing her love for him.

She jogs up a bit to catch up to him and calls, "Duncan, hey."

"Hey," he turns, nodding his head and offering a smile.

"Somebody stole my computer password and used it to sent fake emails from me to you so I don't still love you. Just so that you know," she rushes out, awkwardly and partly embarrassed.

He nods his head, understanding smile and assuring eyes and it feels like the Duncan she's always known. It's strange how for the longest time she'd thought she'd been in love with him. It's stranger that all those feelings, for all those years were a candle light in comparison to the wildfire that consumes her when she was with Logan.

"Are you okay?" He asks, he'd heard the rumours, he'd seen the broadcast and he'd tried to talk to her but she was always on the go.

As she nods her head, she feels Logan's hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer as he drops a kiss on her forehead. "Hey, Sugarpuss. DK. How's it going?"

Duncan nods. "Just talking about how crazy this week has been. You know you really should get a harder password," Duncan points out.

"Please, like yours isn't soccer4eva," she remarks, rolling her to eyes.

"No, it's not," he denies, slightly wide eyed, disbelieving on how she knows that.

Veronica chuckles and Logan cuddles further into her as he eyes Duncan. "Whatever you say, Duncan," she waves as they move along to Logan's X-Terra.

--vm--

"So," Logan says as he settles into the drivers side. "You up for ice cream?"

She turns to him with a giddy smile, "Always."

He chuckles, smiling as the ignition rumbles and he accelerates away.

[marshmallowatheart]

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before (Part 35)

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Dear Veronica,

My arms miss the feel of you in it ☹️

She lightly bites her bottom lip at the memory of her waking up in a Logan made cocoon and his warmth oozing her back to sleep.

Cure my misery and come with me to the beach after school?

- L

She glances at her boyfriend from across the room, Mrs Dent is still explaining journalistic concepts and interviewing strategies but everything feels like background noise when she's looking at him.

He's staring back, curved lips and anticipated eyes. She gives him a soft smile before nodding her head in acceptance to his request.

It's then that he breaks out into this wide and toothy grin, she blows out a silent laugh, her cheeks feel a tad heated and it's no mystery to her that his simple note and toothy smile are the reasons for it.

It’s unbelievable how hard it is to have him so close and not being able to touch him when her body remembers the way his fingertips felt against her skin.

--vm--

Lunch comes with giggling girls and computerized quizzes begging the question of are you a saint or a sinner?

"So what'd you score?" Veronica asks after Wallace explains the concept to her. The whole school has been emailed this quiz, everyone is taking it but she doesn't need a quiz to tell her how virginal she is.

“Seventy,” he sighs.

“Wow," she chirps, completely bypassing his dejected tone in an attempt to cheer him up. "You are 30% danger-lovin', girl-touchin' rock star.”

He offers her a weak smile, shaking his head. “More like one point away from being cool.”

She chuckles, the conversation slipping into weekend plans. Logan comes through ten minutes later, settling beside her, sweet cheek kisses and a fussy Wallace that's soon appeased with pizza and garlic bread. Veronica can't help but wonder what Logan's score would be. She knows he's more experienced than her. It's a fact, an undeniable one at that. She wonders if she could handle seeing a number assigned to them, to see a calculated difference on how much she lacks in comparison to Logan - to Lilly.

"You okay?" He asks softly, raising a piece of cheesy garlic bread to her mouth.

She nods, physically trying to shake away her thoughts as she accepts a bite of the offered bread. The guys talk about Halo and Veronica plucks out a slice of pizza for herself, chiming in her opinion and bantering about absolutely nothing, trying to ignore the questions her mind has unfairly made up.

--vm--

Veronica feels like she’s shifted into a scene from Mean Girls - notably, a scene compared to wild jungle animals from Africa; it’s a chaotic mess. Admittedly, an amusing chaotic mess - that is until Veronica spots Carmen, one of her girls from the soccer team crying her eyes out as her boyfriend Tad angrily shouts with pages clenched in his hand. Carmen shakes her head, denying the accusations while trying to scrub out the large red painted 48 on her locker door.

“Have you ever slept with someone who spoke a language you didn't know? Have you ever had a fling while on vacation? Do you lie to protect your reputation? It all makes sense, every question here. You turned me into a joke. Thanks,” Tad storms away with an angry huff, leaving Carmen alone, abandoned.

Veronica isn’t particularly close to the girls on her team. They play. They celebrate. They go home. However, she knows enough about Carmen to know that she’s a good person that doesn’t deserve what just happened to her and so she walks up to her, she wants to show support and comfort - she's not sure how but she wants to.

“I-I didn't even do anything," Carmen sobs out, hands tired of scrubbing the imprinted number as they fall to her side.

“I know," Veronica assures her, offering a small supportive smile. She's not good at this - this was always Meg's job; the comforter.

“You believe me?” the girl looks to Veronica in surprise, her tears damp on her cheeks.

“Of course I do, Carmen. I’m your captain, I know my people. If you want, I can find who posted that test for you. We'll clear your name and make somebody pay," Veronica promises because that's what she's good at; solving things, righting wrongs.

“Really?” Carmen lets out, relief and hope and gratitude lighting up. All Veronica can do for now is nod and give her striker an assuring smile. “Thank you, Veronica," she tries for a smile, sniffling as she tries to gain her strength back. "Everyone thinks I’m the biggest slut in school."

Veronica's eyes draw passed Carmen and settle into her own locker that has a large red painted number fourteen. She swallows, reigning in her shock and anger. “Well, second biggest,” she tries to joke, brows nudging in the direction of her own locker.

--vm--

"Wow, Sugarpuss, you're full of surprises aren't you?" Logan's voice quips as he falls beside her locker. "Let me," he says, voice quieter as he takes the sponge from her hand.

She lets him, leaning against the locker next to hers, her lips press into a tight smile as she remarks, “Well, honeybuns, this is a product of Lilly’s jealousy.”

“What?" He lets out, crinkled brows and disbelieving look in his eye. He shakes his head and she wonders if this is him trying to convince himself of his own thoughts. "There's no way."

His refusal fuels the anger that's been stirring in her since morning, her brows pull into a deep frown and she asks, "Are you being serious right now?”

His eyes meet hers, he's taken aback by the anger he sees in her blue eyes but he keeps her gaze and hopes she'll see the sincerity in him. “We talked, Veronica," he softly assures her.

Her jaw clenches and she shackles down the accusing when did you talk to her? Where did you talk to her? Why did you talk to her?

"And she’s fine with us. I swear," he says, assuring and she knows he's trying to comfort her but it's not comforting at all. "She knows how much you mean to me," he whispers, sincere and full of love.

She falters in her anger. She doesn't know how he takes her to a boiling point and brings her down to a melting point in less than 30 seconds. She offers him a tiny smile as a reward and he pecks her nose.

She's not upset at Logan but she knows she's right about Lilly. She knows Logan wants to preserve his friendship with Lilly but she wonders if Logan knows that Lilly doesn't know what friendship is.

“Do you remember what happened that time you kissed Yolanda?" She quizzes and Logan freezes in his movement. "She moved schools because of Lilly," Veronica recalls, trying to show Logan just how far Lilly can go. Stealing passwords, faking a test score, igniting rumours and bullying was child's play in comparison to the things Lilly Kane was capable of.

“You don’t know that Lilly did this," he says and again it shoots annoyance straight up her spine.

Her eyes pierce into him, he's not looking at her as he works on removing the number tainting her locker. Her eyes close for a second, she tries to not get into a fight with him but she can't help feel disappointed that he's still awarding Lilly loyalty points. “I never thought you’d be the naive one in this relationship,” she shakes her head as she turns on her heel and walks away from him.

[marshmallowatheart]

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before (Part 34)

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"You're making it really easy to want more," she groans, light airy breaths on his neck.

He grins, lightly biting onto her creamy skin. "You're making it really hard not to want more," he whimpers, pressing against her, emphasizing his words.

She sucks in a breath, stuck between surprise and pride, her fingers curl into his hair and she kisses him with needy want and passion that's built up inside her.

They're waist deep in his swimming pool, her back against the wall, his fingers holding steady onto her naked waist and her hands firmly grasping at his tanned shoulders.

His nose nuzzles against hers, her eyes close and her lips form this smile that reminds her of what a giddy mess he turns her into.

They hold each other for a few moments, trying to catch their breath and calm down which proves to be incredibly difficult when they're a breath away, skin against skin, and have the entire house to themselves.

He tucks away damp stay hair from her face, cupping her cheek and smiles at her when she opens her blue eyes.

He leans in, nose brushing past her jaw and lips grazing against her earlobe as he whispers, "I like you all wet."

Her body flushes with warmth as she aches against him and she tries to get the dryness out of her throat. She drops an open mouthed kiss onto his shoulder, lightly biting on his skin before pulling away and she lets out, "Then we should do this more often, don't you think?"

He sucks in a breath, pushing away from her and shakes his head. "You're killing me, Mars."

She chuckles, watching him with amusement as he moves further away, going in for a dive, away from the wall - away from her. She sinks into the water, watching him swim laps and she can't deny the disappointment at the loss of contact.

She knows it's because of her that he's pushing himself away and holding himself back but she doesn't really want that. She knows she's not completely ready but she needs more than heavy make out sessions because her feelings for him consume her in ways she's never felt before and she needs to let it out before she bursts into flames.

She allows herself to be fully engulfed in water before she joins him in swimming laps; he's not the only one that needs to cool off.

--vm--

She has his t-shirt flowing over her, draping at her thighs like an overgrown dress and she loves it - or more specifically the darkened look in Logan's eyes when he sees her in it.

"Does it look okay?" She asks, innocently, tilting her head as she stares at him as she tries to hold back her smirk - because she knows already that he likes it.

He bobs his head, silently staring her over and she can see him holding back - restraining himself - she can't help but enjoy the fact that he has to contain himself just because of how she's dressed. She's read about how boyfriends enjoy their girlfriends wearing their clothes but the way he's looking at her like he wants to devour her catches her by surprise - she can't believe he wants her this much especially when she isn't doing anything except standing there in his oversized t-shirt.

"You're beautiful," he lets out, finally closing in on her. Her eyes flicker up to meet his, tipping on her toes, she wraps her hands around his neck and kisses him, deep and needy.

His arms reflectively wrap around her back, drawing her into him. He knows he's holding her tightly but he can't seem to help himself and she's squeezing herself into him in a way that tells him that she doesn't mind.

She grabs onto his head, pulling him into her and tilting her head because she wants more and more and she wonders how far he'll let her go before she has to say something.

His hands draw to her butt, lifting her up onto him and she tightens her legs around his waist, mouth still on his as he moves them to the bed.

She's breathless, blonde hair fanned out beneath him and she stares at him, lust coloured into her blue eyes. She grabs at his shirt, bringing him down to her and kisses him again. Her lips fall to his neck and shoulder, restlessly tugging for him to remove his shirt - shirts.

"Why so many layers," she whines out, huffing in frustration. He obligingly removed them, lips on her skin to ease her wails.

She starts to remove her shirt - his shirt that's on her - but he stops her. "You look so sexy wearing it."

She feels sexy. Whenever he looks at her like that - like she's the embodiment of temptation - she feels sexy. It's so ridiculous because she's never thought of herself as sexy before but he says it, his hot mouth is on her showing her how much he wants her and it's exhilarating to know that she has that affect on him.

She feels more comfortable in his shirt than her swimsuit. She's never thought shirts could be a thing of sex appeal but he's groaning above her, his lips are on her skin and her name trailing from the back of his throat into her veins.

"Touch me," she whispers out, her voice is dry and raspy, her body is hot and she feels dazed but she needs more and Logan seems intent of staying within boundaries he's drawn for himself so she guides his hands to rest on her rest on her breast.

He groans, loudly, squeezing her boob and she squirms underneath him. His hand is warm and large and the tightness feels good in ways she didn't know it would.

She moans, softly, encouragingly and he's taken away by how beautiful she is and how damned hard it is to do this with her. He wants to take her in his mouth and make her his right here and now so he closes his eyes and tries to control himself. His mouth comes to her stomach and he leaves open mouth kisses.

"Bite me," she whispers between breaths.

He looks up at her, dazed and turned on to the point of pain. "What?"

She shudders, his fingers still pressing against her boobs. She lets out a breath and allows, "You can leave a hickey." Her fingers come to trail underneath her breast. "Here," she whimpers. "You can bite me here."

--vm--

It doesn't take long after that for Logan to pull away and go take a shower, Veronica lays in his bed, the smell of him so prominent and intoxicating. It's further that they've gone before but she still feels like she wanted more. She wonders how far is actually the more that she wants. It makes her wish that she had someone to talk to.

Meg would warn her against anything sexual and it's hard having this conversation with the person that's taken the role of mother in favour of sister so going to Meg for advice is a no go.

She supposes the only other female that she could speak with was Georgia, they were friendly enough but Veronica really doesn't wanna hear about her talk about Wallace in that context.

She figures she could just talk to Logan but she doesn't know how to explain it. She wants more but she doesn't know how much more she wants. She doesn't want to push him to the point of frustration but she doesn't want to broadcast how inexperienced she is in comparison to him even though he already knows it.

She sighs, letting herself fall into his fluffy pillows and closes her eyes. There's a slight smile on her face when she cuddles into his pillow as she thinks about the purple marks he's left behind.

[vmreborn]

I want to do a great gatsby adaptation of Veronica Mars in a fanvid. If I did one with NCIS, it's more possible with VM....considering Logan Echolls is basically like the 'Jay Gatsby' to Veronica. Inspiration struck me while reading the newest chapter of 'The Interrogation Specialist.'

[mysilverylining]

I'm in desperate need of a LoVe fic! Complete incomplete I don't care! Can you please recommend a LoVe fic? Anything but a crossover! Thank you soooooooooooooooooooooo much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, here are two more that should have made it to my favorite fics post the other day:

Nightfall - 9K words.  Logan and Veronica forty years later.  Possibly the most beautifully written fic I’ve ever read.  Be prepared to cry, and not delicate happy tears, I’m talking big, ugly sobs from the beginning to the end.  It’s that powerful.    

Choices: How to Make a Life:  Spent a few hours reading this one a few months ago, and it made me cry as well - but not a bad kind of cry.  Beautiful story.  

Hollow World:  And while we’re crying, let’s fucking keep crying.  Serious trigger warnings on this one.  This is a dark, dark story.  Rape - but not V.  The healing and recovery in this story moves me to tears.  I might love Logan/Keith and Logan/Weevil even more than Logan/Veronica in this story.