It had been a pretty good while since you hadn't seen your brother so happy. The only time you could remember when he had laughed that easily was the week after Casey's eighteen's birthday, when him and Logan had invited a bunch of strippers to make a show on YMCA and he had kept talking about the Indian for the whole week.

You were happy for them to finally be happy. And, well, it was maybe selfish of you but you were satisfied that Mac was still dating someone of the Casablancas family.

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You had had Logan to ease the news on you, because Mac and Dick as a couple was kind of a shock for you. But he'd said that this had started long ago, oddly as a friendship. But you had really had you facing the fact when you had seen Mac's green cute car pulling next to the beach when you and Logan where having a picnic there and that they were both yelling the lyrics of Shaggy's Bombastic.

You had had to admit, they looked cute together, and Dick seemed to care. The thing the more obvious was that he made her laugh. And they were having fun together. So, you accepted this. And made an effort.

People can change, and apparently now, they were going to do it together.

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You'd found her back, the one you thought you'd lost because you were a jerk. And then, when you had pulled her flush against you, she hadn't run away.

And never done since.

You remember the day after, when you drove her back to her dormroom and when through her cds, you found a 'love compile', and she had told you that it was sort of a joke between her and Veronica. Lily had had this as a soundtrack to her sexual games with her boys. Like Weevil or Logan. So, the two girls had made one on their own.

You were surprised, because it was recent, over the last few month, she had told you. And there were real sexy songs, especially for a virgin at the time. And you had crawled over her, as Garbage's Bad Boyfriend started. She had giggled and kissed you. And you were amazed that she thought of you as worthy of being the first one. Because you had been, and so, will always be.

You knew you were the bad boyfriend. But you were going to prove her you could be good too. And you could love. That you did. That you had. Kinda despite yourself. For a while.

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You remembered that you felt good when he held you tight. You felt wonderful. But after a moment in his arms, swaying slowly, you knew nothing had changed. You had just won your friend back. But you also remembered why you dreaded having him around.

His lips had touched you third times, as a hello to a close friend he'd missed, but it had been enough to send shivers down your spine. You were not over. And you knew somehow you didn't want to be.

When he kissed you, the world turned right again. And you felt him relax when you kissed him back. With passion.

You had just won your friend back, and much more. And you knew it wasn't without purpose that he put on Where'd You Go, by Fort Minor, the first time he made love to you.

Well, it hadn't been planned. When you had both come at the party that night, you weren't expecting to be friends again at the end of the night, but when it had come to it, it had felt right. You were cuddling and kissing on his bed and he put on music, because you both wanted a quiet moment.

But when his hand hand settled on your waist, heat had started to built inside you. And it had been easy to make the whole thing sexier. He knew, you were a virgin. He hadn't suspected, that he would be the first – though, that is to be said, he had thought about it (heehee).

The thing that amazed you the most, was that he seemed to be the less confident. He always wanted to know it he hurt you. Until you met harshly one of his thrust, telling him he wasn't going to break you anytime soon, or at least, not literally. And he had yelped with surprise and joy. And pleasure.

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And it all had started like that. With a sad event. A death. Several, actually.

And you can't help a grin when you think that the most amazing love stories you know started that way.

Well, you only know one other. You and Veronica. And it had started with Lily, with your mom. With Cassidy too.

It's somehow comforting to know something good can come of it all.

You're amazed at how your bff is thankful for his second chance. You're amazed at how nice he can be and at how he can get along with Veronica.

You all have changed now, and are all moving out of Neptune. Dude, out to LA. The four of us, and Wallace, of course, since Detective Mars has to have her assistant.

You're all happy. Mac is. Dick is. And you remember the first sign of it.

It was the day after. After he got back from Mac's dorm, the first time they where apart since they got -back ?- together.

You entered the living room and found Dick greeting you while dancing on the loud I Believe In Something Called Love, by Darkness. He had just pants on and was shaking his towel above his head, yelling 'touching meeeeee ! Touching yoooouuuuu !' to you.

You smiled, because he was happy. And so funny. And joined the dance. Because you were too.

You think that it all started this way, though you imagine there are other perspective on the breaking point in the time line. But, you know, and you are really proud of it, that it couldn't have gone on without a simple silly party you threw one night.

Because, aaah, you, Logan Echolls, are really irreplaceable.