Passing afternoon; veronica mars; pg-13; weevil/veronica
Passing afternoon; veronica mars ;post-s3
veronica/weevil; pg-13; for lonelysubmarine
warnings: drug use, language
“Okay, I think I’ve got it.”
Weevil handed her the small green glass pipe. Veronica took it. She was a little ashamed of herself. She put the pipe to her lips, making sure that her thumb was sealing the little hole in the side of the bowl. She lit the green nugget in the bowl. Weevil watched her, intently.
As soon as she’d breathed the hit in, she exploded into deep coughs. Weevil handed her a cup of water. “So, tell me: why are we getting high together? I never figured you for much of a stoner.” Veronica took a sip of the water and leaned back against the wall of Eli’s apartment. They were sitting together on the floor of his bedroom. She shook her head at him. “I’m not. I just figured I should try it sometime. And of all people, you’d give me the least shit about it.” She shrugged.
Weevil laughed. “So since you’re in college now, you can stop looking down on all those who sully themselves with such filth?” Veronica laughed. "God, but I've been in college so long!"
She was starting to feel a little hazy. It was scary. Weevil took the pipe from her and hit it, exhaling luxuriously through his nose. He passed the pipe back to her. Her fingers brushed against his when she took it. Weevil was smiling at her. “Let’s get stoney.”
Veronica laughed again. “Well, alright then.”
*
They were sitting on the couch now, after having migrated from the bedroom floor for snacks. Veronica’s hair was in a tight little ponytail that she could feel bouncing whenever she walked. It made her feel slightly whimsical. She kept shaking her head to feel her hair tickle the space on her back between her shoulder blades.
Weevil threw The Big Lebowski in the DVD player. “Man, this is my favorite movie like, ever.” Veronica sighed. She rested her head on his shoulder when he sat back down. “Like ever?” Weevil was laughing, but it sounded a little nervous.
Veronica gazed at his neck, at the myriad tattoos that stretched down under his shirt collar. “God,” she said. “We’re so fucking different then we used to be.” He chuckled. “I thought you’d never notice.” They both slumped back against the couch, Veronica still resting on Weevil’s shoulder, her arm casually draped across his stomach.
*
They smoke another bowl.
“Why are you doing this Mars?” Weevil looked at her very seriously. “God, why does everyone always have to ask me questions like that? Why this, why that, on and on and on, like anyone knows me. God, it’s fucking frustrating!” Veronica blew smoke into his face. “Did it even occur to you I just wanted to try something new?” Weevil shrugged.
“It crossed my mind.”
For a moment Veronica felt like Weevil had literally thrown the breaks on her anger. She felt a little silly, getting all wound up like that. She was almost twenty-five. Weevil was still smiling at her and for one moment she felt completely furious and the next thing she knew, they were laughing uncontrollably, the past being completely forgotten again.
*
They were sitting in Weevil’s room again. “So…”
Veronica glanced at him. “So?”
“So, how do you like it?”
“I feel like I’m not as stoned as I could be…”
“Well, it is the first time. You don’t really get that stoned the first time usually, if you get stoned at all. My cousin, Enrique, the first time he smoked, he just wandered around saying he didn’t feel anything. It was kinda fucking annoying.”
Veronica giggled. She watched Weevil paw through the Cheez-It’s box, shoving whole orange handfuls into his mouth. Outside, the light was fading.
“Can we get more stoned and watch the sunset at the beach?” Weevil shook his head. “We can sit on the roof in lawn chairs. I’m not going to the beach, I’m too fucking high.”
*
They broke out the pipe, which Weevil called ‘Letty’, and Veronica packed another bowl.
*
She’d bought the weed on a whim from a junior who was selling out of his apartment, which was conveniently located next to Mac’s. He’d told her that he was cutting her a good deal and that the weed was good. He’d made allusions that were lost on Veronica, places she’d never heard of, words she’d never heard before. But somehow he hadn’t guessed that she was new to all this or if he did, he didn’t rip her off for it. She knew because when she’d taken out the little Ziploc bag, Weevil had whistled and asked her how much she’d paid. She’d hesitatingly replied and he’d nodded, looking impressed. She'd felt, at that moment, that she'd passed some kind of test.
*
They smoked slowly, both of them locked into a companionable silence.
*
“Can I tell you something?”
“Of course.”
They were sitting on the roof in a couple of lawn chairs, next to a plastic table with two beers on it. Veronica was wrapped up in a black oversized hoodie. Around them, the sky was shot with pink and the clouds burned a bright orange.
“Cassidy Casablancas raped me.”
Veronica kept staring west towards the water as she said this. Weevil looked at her. “Yeah, I know.”
She let out a noise that could be a laugh. “Figures. Who told you?” “Logan.”
She gave him an incredulous look. “We were drinking.” The look doesn’t falter. “Okay, okay, we were very, very drunk. It was eating at him, I had beer…” Veronica rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Logan and I…” she sighed. “Well, you know.” “Yeah, I do.”
The sun was starting to sink into the ocean, turning the water gold. Veronica took a sip of her beer. She looked at Weevil, who was taking a big gulp out of his bottle. He looked at her, suddenly. “I’ve always cared about you, you know.” He looked away and took another huge swallow of beer.
Veronica kept looking at him. “I just wanted to tell you.”
“I know.” She smiled at him. “That’s…that’s why I did this with you.” She looked down at her hands. The light made them glow. Weevil smirked at her. “So, you trust me?”
“No, absolutely not.” She kept smiling. Looking at Weevil, she recognized this as one of those eye-wateringly beautiful moments that would drift through her mind and give her pause for the rest of her life. It would send shivers down her spine and make her ache with the way the light washed their bare feet and how comfortable she was in her own skin.
The sun slipped below the horizon.
*
Back inside, Veronica slid her feet into her flip-flops and pulled her keys out of her pocket.
She smiled at Weevil. “I gotta get going. I promised Dad that we’d eat dinner tonight since I moved out. Oh, and I’ve got to tell him.”
Weevil gave her a look that was almost shy. “Tell him what?”
“That I’m going to say ‘yes’.”
Weevil started to smile big. “’Yes’ to what?”
Veronica rolled her eyes, “Yes to moving in, yes to being engaged.”
“But not yes to get married? You think you’re so slick with your positive wording.” They were both smiling at each other. Veronica waved at him and, was ashamed to note, she was blushing a little. She turned to go, opened the door and took one step out.
“V!”
“Mmmmm?” She turned around, her eyes a little squinted and her lips pursed.
Weevil laughed at her. His smile was so big Veronica could swear she could see his white molars in the back of his mouth. “You better change, you smell dank as hell, girl!”
veronica/weevil; pg-13; for lonelysubmarine
warnings: drug use, language
“Okay, I think I’ve got it.”
Weevil handed her the small green glass pipe. Veronica took it. She was a little ashamed of herself. She put the pipe to her lips, making sure that her thumb was sealing the little hole in the side of the bowl. She lit the green nugget in the bowl. Weevil watched her, intently.
As soon as she’d breathed the hit in, she exploded into deep coughs. Weevil handed her a cup of water. “So, tell me: why are we getting high together? I never figured you for much of a stoner.” Veronica took a sip of the water and leaned back against the wall of Eli’s apartment. They were sitting together on the floor of his bedroom. She shook her head at him. “I’m not. I just figured I should try it sometime. And of all people, you’d give me the least shit about it.” She shrugged.
Weevil laughed. “So since you’re in college now, you can stop looking down on all those who sully themselves with such filth?” Veronica laughed. "God, but I've been in college so long!"
She was starting to feel a little hazy. It was scary. Weevil took the pipe from her and hit it, exhaling luxuriously through his nose. He passed the pipe back to her. Her fingers brushed against his when she took it. Weevil was smiling at her. “Let’s get stoney.”
Veronica laughed again. “Well, alright then.”
*
They were sitting on the couch now, after having migrated from the bedroom floor for snacks. Veronica’s hair was in a tight little ponytail that she could feel bouncing whenever she walked. It made her feel slightly whimsical. She kept shaking her head to feel her hair tickle the space on her back between her shoulder blades.
Weevil threw The Big Lebowski in the DVD player. “Man, this is my favorite movie like, ever.” Veronica sighed. She rested her head on his shoulder when he sat back down. “Like ever?” Weevil was laughing, but it sounded a little nervous.
Veronica gazed at his neck, at the myriad tattoos that stretched down under his shirt collar. “God,” she said. “We’re so fucking different then we used to be.” He chuckled. “I thought you’d never notice.” They both slumped back against the couch, Veronica still resting on Weevil’s shoulder, her arm casually draped across his stomach.
*
They smoke another bowl.
“Why are you doing this Mars?” Weevil looked at her very seriously. “God, why does everyone always have to ask me questions like that? Why this, why that, on and on and on, like anyone knows me. God, it’s fucking frustrating!” Veronica blew smoke into his face. “Did it even occur to you I just wanted to try something new?” Weevil shrugged.
“It crossed my mind.”
For a moment Veronica felt like Weevil had literally thrown the breaks on her anger. She felt a little silly, getting all wound up like that. She was almost twenty-five. Weevil was still smiling at her and for one moment she felt completely furious and the next thing she knew, they were laughing uncontrollably, the past being completely forgotten again.
*
They were sitting in Weevil’s room again. “So…”
Veronica glanced at him. “So?”
“So, how do you like it?”
“I feel like I’m not as stoned as I could be…”
“Well, it is the first time. You don’t really get that stoned the first time usually, if you get stoned at all. My cousin, Enrique, the first time he smoked, he just wandered around saying he didn’t feel anything. It was kinda fucking annoying.”
Veronica giggled. She watched Weevil paw through the Cheez-It’s box, shoving whole orange handfuls into his mouth. Outside, the light was fading.
“Can we get more stoned and watch the sunset at the beach?” Weevil shook his head. “We can sit on the roof in lawn chairs. I’m not going to the beach, I’m too fucking high.”
*
They broke out the pipe, which Weevil called ‘Letty’, and Veronica packed another bowl.
*
She’d bought the weed on a whim from a junior who was selling out of his apartment, which was conveniently located next to Mac’s. He’d told her that he was cutting her a good deal and that the weed was good. He’d made allusions that were lost on Veronica, places she’d never heard of, words she’d never heard before. But somehow he hadn’t guessed that she was new to all this or if he did, he didn’t rip her off for it. She knew because when she’d taken out the little Ziploc bag, Weevil had whistled and asked her how much she’d paid. She’d hesitatingly replied and he’d nodded, looking impressed. She'd felt, at that moment, that she'd passed some kind of test.
*
They smoked slowly, both of them locked into a companionable silence.
*
“Can I tell you something?”
“Of course.”
They were sitting on the roof in a couple of lawn chairs, next to a plastic table with two beers on it. Veronica was wrapped up in a black oversized hoodie. Around them, the sky was shot with pink and the clouds burned a bright orange.
“Cassidy Casablancas raped me.”
Veronica kept staring west towards the water as she said this. Weevil looked at her. “Yeah, I know.”
She let out a noise that could be a laugh. “Figures. Who told you?” “Logan.”
She gave him an incredulous look. “We were drinking.” The look doesn’t falter. “Okay, okay, we were very, very drunk. It was eating at him, I had beer…” Veronica rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Logan and I…” she sighed. “Well, you know.” “Yeah, I do.”
The sun was starting to sink into the ocean, turning the water gold. Veronica took a sip of her beer. She looked at Weevil, who was taking a big gulp out of his bottle. He looked at her, suddenly. “I’ve always cared about you, you know.” He looked away and took another huge swallow of beer.
Veronica kept looking at him. “I just wanted to tell you.”
“I know.” She smiled at him. “That’s…that’s why I did this with you.” She looked down at her hands. The light made them glow. Weevil smirked at her. “So, you trust me?”
“No, absolutely not.” She kept smiling. Looking at Weevil, she recognized this as one of those eye-wateringly beautiful moments that would drift through her mind and give her pause for the rest of her life. It would send shivers down her spine and make her ache with the way the light washed their bare feet and how comfortable she was in her own skin.
The sun slipped below the horizon.
*
Back inside, Veronica slid her feet into her flip-flops and pulled her keys out of her pocket.
She smiled at Weevil. “I gotta get going. I promised Dad that we’d eat dinner tonight since I moved out. Oh, and I’ve got to tell him.”
Weevil gave her a look that was almost shy. “Tell him what?”
“That I’m going to say ‘yes’.”
Weevil started to smile big. “’Yes’ to what?”
Veronica rolled her eyes, “Yes to moving in, yes to being engaged.”
“But not yes to get married? You think you’re so slick with your positive wording.” They were both smiling at each other. Veronica waved at him and, was ashamed to note, she was blushing a little. She turned to go, opened the door and took one step out.
“V!”
“Mmmmm?” She turned around, her eyes a little squinted and her lips pursed.
Weevil laughed at her. His smile was so big Veronica could swear she could see his white molars in the back of his mouth. “You better change, you smell dank as hell, girl!”