some say you're trouble, boy [just because you like to destroy]

[logan_echolls]

I'm pretty sure that this wasn't the first day of school that I had imagined. When thinking from last night to what today could even possibly be like fighting with Duncan hadn't even been on the map - vocally or otherwise. And, yet, having spent my lunch time (which I should have been meeting Meg during) in Clemmons' office after spending the end

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[xmeg_manningx]

I saw Logan coming out of the corner of my eye as I put my books away and figured out what I needed for my homework before I heard the girls' comments that I should dump him, and he reaches the locker right as I'm about to close the door. Of course he holds it open, forcing me to actually acknowledge his presence

[logan_echolls]

Geez, Meg, not even giving me the benefit of the doubt? We'd spent the last two weeks together and at the very least she could have gotten some sort of idea of whether or not I was over Veronica. Maybe I'd never be officially over Veronica. I had loved her - more than I had loved anyone else in my life - and she had thrown it in my face. It hurt. It still hurt, but for god sake it wasn't as if I was vying for Veronica's attention. Why the hell would I do that to myself? Or even to Meg. It just didn't make any kind of sense... you know at least not to me, but that didn't really matter when it came to Neptune High

[xmeg_manningx]

"I didn't say I believed it, did I?" I pointed out. "I didn't actually accuse you of a single thing so much as ask for actual clarification of the facts that gave birth to the rumours that have been swirling around me and getting increasingly more elaborate all afternoon." I finished letting out a sigh

[logan_echolls]

"Your questioning makes me wonder that you believe it enough that you need to question my intentions." I replied. It wasn't as if we both hadn't just come out of relationships where we were second best. We did. We were on the back burner while Veronica and Duncan wanted to be back together. And, my god, it would have solved a lot of problems if - say - Duncan had been honest with her years ago. We wouldn't have to go through this hell where I had to fall for her too

[xmeg_manningx]

Okay, so he probably thinks I'm even more of a paranoid freak than he already did, right? Unfortunately my experience with the opposite sex in general doesn't seem to have a lot of things in the positive tally. I mean, the way Cole treated me after the purity test? Duncan being in love with Veronica the entire time, or that temper that rivaled my father

[logan_echolls]

I let out a soft laugh. "You know, I've never though of knitting as an extreme before," I teased her, kissing her again

[xmeg_manningx]

"What would you call it when your other option was knocking over mailboxes, Logan?" I asked, giggling softly as his lips recaptured mine.

I smiled to him as we settled into the back seat, and he asks if he should expect kisses every time he gets beaten up, "Uh, Logan, I think we'd both be happier if you keep the getting beaten up to a minimum." I pointed out gently as I leaned in and met his kiss, relishing in the feel of being close to him for a moment.

"But I don't think you getting hurt has any direct correlation with you getting kisses from your girlfriend." I whispered softly to him when he leaned his forehead against mine and I played with the ends of his hair. "And in case it wasn't obvious? I'm really enjoying myself." I added, kissing him again.

Part of me really wished I could get away with staying longer, because I know tearing myself away from him is going to suck beyond words. Half an hour of time to ourselves just wasn't enough.

But it really didn't help that I knew I'd rather be with him than at home.

[logan_echolls]

I laughed softly at her giggle, my lips curling into a smile like hers had when I kissed her. "Hm, thst's a good point," I replied. "Now all we need out there are extreme knitting contests." There were already people who knocked over mailboxes as habit.

"Mmhm," I mumbled against her lips as she commented that the both of us would be happier if I kept the getting beaten up to a minimum and leaned in to meet my kiss. More than she could ever know, actually. Even though I probably wouldn't be here in the first place with her if it had never happened to me. And I certainly wouldn't be kissing her like this in the back seat of my car either.

I feel her fingers cool and soft against the back of my neck and close my eyes for a moment.

"And in case it wasn't obvious? I'm really enjoying myself."

"It was," I start quietly, my words almost smothered by her lips colliding with mine again. "But, you know I really don't mind the reminder," I add, kissing her again - getting lost within the sensation of her.