Disclaimer: Veronica Mars and all it's characters and situations are property of Rob Thomas and UPN/The CW. I do not own anything and will not make any profit from this story.

A/N: Bold is voiceovers.

A/N: Just a fluffy little typical teen drabble.

A/N: LoVe is in high school. Logan was forced onto the Prom Committee due to lack of extra-curricular activities. He and V had a huge fight, now it's Prom Night. No spoilers at all.

A/N: Working on Crash Into You, internet was down, chapter will be up very, very soon.


"Logan!" Veronica called through the crowd. "Logan!" But he couldn't hear her. Thank God she was wearing jeans. She knew Madison and her fellow bitches were snickering at her but she didn't care. She ran after him as fast as her short legs and the throng of sweaty, drunk, horny teenagers would let her. Somehow, the speakers blasting Flo Rida into her eardrums weren't helping either.

"Damnit." She cursed as she lost sight of his brown hair. She was petite, he was tall. Usually it wasn't that hard to locate him. Follow the brown hair. But she couldn't see him anywhere. He had been heading for the doors, so she made her way, pushing, shoving, elbowing. And okay, she may have 'accidentally' elbowed Dick Casablancas in the groin. But that's only because he grabbed her butt. Honestly, it was. She ran out into the hall.

"Logan!"

Nothing.

Maybe he went outside.

Veronica ran out the doors in such a hurry she was already soaked before she realized it was raining. "Shit." She cursed. "Shit. Shit. Shit!" Since when did it rain in Southern California? She spun around in a circle, frustrated. Damn you, Echolls. She just wanted to make things right.

"Veronica?!"

She spun around. There she saw Logan standing under the ledge over the doors. Where it was dry. "Logan." She breathed and made a run for him. She flung her arms around his neck, not caring that she was making his suit wet. Besides, the way he hugged her back, it seemed like he didn't care either. "What are you doing here?" He asked her, concerned something was wrong. He pushed the wet strands of hair away from her eyes and off her face. Veronica looked at him seriously. "I'm sorry." She said. "I didn't mean what I said. In case you didn't notice, you mean everything." He grinned at her. "You're a marshmallow, Mars. A Twinkie." She grinned back. "You know you love me."

"Yeah, but its all instinct." He said before pressing his lips firmly against hers.

"Look, I know my mascara is running, my hair is a mess, I'm soaked, I'm wearing jeans and I look horrible-"

"I think you're the prettiest girl here." Logan interrupted her.

She smiled. "But maybe, you would like to go to prom with me?"

Logan kissed her again.

They danced one dance, and then, as per ritual, they left with all their friends for Dog Beach, where they got take-out from the diner, proceeded to play 'I Never', and ended up waking up on the beach, just in time for sunrise.

It was tradition.

As was the grounding they got when they each arrived home.


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