Wake Up Older

Wake Up Older

Prologue

The bright green numbers glared into the darkness, making her eyes burn. It took a few moments to figure out what on earth could have woken her at such an hour. Then she heard it again, the steady punding on her front door. For a second she worried it would wake her Father and then the events of the past 12 hours came rushing back to her and she calmed down. Laying still on her pillow, staring at the clock on the shelf above her bed she wondered if she could just ignore the pounding and go back to sleep, back to her wonderful dreams. But looking at the clock in a different way this time she felt as though she had no choice, afterall she knew that only one person in her life would risk bodily harm by showing up at her apartment at this time of night.


With that thought Veronica's mind began to race. Her heart rate speed up and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She sat up in her bed and tried to figure out what she was supposed to do. How could she fix the mess that was now waiting on her front step.

Standing up and making her way to the mirror on her bedroom wall she stared at her reflection in distain. She had hoped that at their next meeting she would be prepared better. That she would be wearing something really cute and be all pretty, so he would have no choice but to ravish her. Fat chance of that now. With her hair pulled back into a mussy ponytail, her eyes wide from sleep and her clothes wrinkled from her tossing and turning, not to mention the huge welt on the side of her face.

Giving up on the dream she decided to face the music in her current state of dress and made her way to the front door, ignoring Backup's low growling from the corner of the room. Bracing herself for the firestorm that was sure to greet her she slowly pulled open the front door with a hesistant smile on her face.

She let out a breath she hadn't been aware she was holding when her eyes laid sight on his beautiful, unmarred face. She had been so worried about how Weevill would treat him after the whole Lilly thing.

With a sigh Veronica leaned against the open door a smile of peace on her face, so relieved he had come to her.

"I was hoping it would be you."

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"I'll do what I can."

"You called Veronica Mars?!"

"She's the one who came to me with information on you."
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"So I guess we broke up,huh?"

"What do you want me to say Logan?"

"How about, 'Logan I'm gonna go home and stick my head n the oven because I can't keep living knowing what I heartless bitch I was."

"So your saying you want me dead?"

"Yes."

"One word from me and backup goes for your throat."
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"So you two are dating?"

"Not anymore."

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"Seriously, whatta you think you can do to me, huh?"

"I'll think of something."

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Logan's whole body was pounding. Every inch of flesh was screaming in pain. His eyes were swollen, and his face puffy. Not at all in the way he had expected. His body was pounding from the fall he had taken when he refused Weevil's hand to help him down from the bridge. His flesh was burning from heat that had radiated from the motorcycle exhaust pipes. The ones he sat beside for almost three hours before he started to feel the pain. His eyes were swollen and his face puffy from crying for almost six hours straight, from the time he left Veronica on the beach till the time Weevil ordered him to leave the bridge almost an hour ago.

The past few days flooded his mind, causing him to grimace. Images of him and Veronica making out, their first kiss, their last kiss, the look on Duncan's face when he found out about them. The look on Veronica's face when he walked up behind her on the beach, the memory of the fear in her eyes made his stomach queasy and he felt the burn of the alchol he had consummed start to make it's way back up his throat.

Leaning over as best he could without falling Logan put his head in his lap and slid down the side of his vehicle, the shock of yellow in the dark made his eyes burn. When he felt the urge to puke leave him he raised his head slowly and rested it up against his door and looked up at the sky.

He didn't really know why he was here. He had been here many times before since Lilly died. He would find his self driving by late at night after him and his Dad had gone another round. He never would alet himself think about why, why he would be driving past Veronica's apartment building in the dead of night when he despised her. It wasn't until after she kissed him that he would admit it to himself. All it took was her lips on his, her sweet naive smile afterwards, to make him admit that he was sunk.

And now here he was again, outside her apartment, sitting on the ground, trying like hell to work up the balls to go up to her door and talk to her. And then, before he could think it through he was up and walking up to her door , his fists gripped tight, his mind rejecting all thought. Before he could stop himself he was knocking on the door. Then he was just standing there waiting a few seconds and before he could talk himself out of it he was knocking again, louder this time.

It took him 45 seconds to snap out it and 46 seconds before he was starting to turn around and run. It olnly took her 47 seconds to get to the door.

It took him 1 second to forget all rational thought and fall in love with her all over again. It took him 2 seconds to forgive her for not loving him.

And then she smiled at him and said "I was hoping it would be you."

It took him 2 seconds to breakdown.

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TBC