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Thursday of Forgiveness

Mac and Wallace were hanging out at Mikey's diner waiting for their orders to come. Mac sat across from Wallace secretly feeling a sting of guiltiness in having deceived him, not that he knew it yet. Earlier today, she had talked to Logan during lunch about Veronica. Mac had felt all morning that the three musketeers just needed to talk, let things go, and simply let things get back to normal. Mac knew Veronica was miserable and so were they. She missed her best friend, and even though they had only been angry at each other for a couple of days, in high school years that was a decade.

Apparently, Veronica had jabbed Duncan right in the face at some point before lunch and it had only helped make the decision for her. If Veronica had really been determined to ditch them for the 09er crowd she would have taken Duncan up on his prom invitation, but instead she slugged him. Veronica had been in Clemmons' office for the rest of the day, so Mac didn't have the chance to see her and make amends. However, a conspiring text from Logan implied he was going to talk to her by the end of the day, and knowing him it probably meant getting himself into trouble to do it since she had gotten detention. Mac thought that was kind of sweet and a bit demented, but it was some kind of modern Romeo type of love dovey crap if you thought about it. Mac had replied to his text to just let Veronica know on her behalf to meet Wallace and her later.

However, much to her dismay Wallace still seemed a little reluctant to be as forgiving to Veronica, when she had brought her up after school. Mac had been more disappointed than angered by Veronica, but Wallace had been both. It really had hurt him that she chose to ditch him on the most important day of his life, up to now, and only for the accessibility to the 09ers. Mac had contemplated that the best way to fix things was the element of surprise, and this dinner between the three could definitely be called that. Wallace didn't know Veronica was joining them and Veronica didn't know Wallace was technically still mad at her. This was all either going to end very bad or very good, and for Mac's own sake she hoped it was the latter.

"…Mac Attack you listening," Wallace asked a distracted Mac.

"Uh…. yeah you were reciting a secret love poem about me," Mac replied kiddingly with just a hint of apprehension about this unknown reunion of estranged friends.

Wallace laughed and with a smile reiterated what he had been saying, "Girl, you have to stop using me in your secret fantasies, it ain't healthy for our friendship. But no, I was asking you to guess which lucky lady this piece of fine chocolate is taking to Centennial."

"Who?! I can only make the certain deduction it's not Veronica," Mac said.

Wallace's playful smirk dropped at the mention of Veronica. He wasn't fuming about what had happened anymore but he wasn't completely over it either. He did feel like talking to Veronica but he didn't feel like he was the one who was supposed to say sorry first. She had tried to approach him on Monday, but it had been too soon, and after then she hadn't even made a second attempt to talk to him. That had only discouraged him more and as of now he just didn't want to deal with the Veronica subject.

"Have you talked to her," Wallace asked Mac, betraying his strategy of deluding the topic.

Just as Mac was about to answer and as if on cue Veronica walked in through the door looking around and making her way to them. Wallace, who was the one sitting with view to the door, watched her approach them as his face expression went blank. Mac turned around to look at the cause of this change just as Veronica made it next to her and said, "Hey guys, sorry I'm a little late. I had to finish some homework before I left or else my dad was going to having a seizure over it."

Mac half smiled at Veronica and Wallace just stared at them when he processed this was the underhanded plan of Mac. He looked at Mac with displeased scrutiny which she mirrored with shamefaced responsibility.

Veronica sat cluelessly next to Mac, after she had scooted over to make room for her to sit.

Wallace not sure what to say just went with the present thought crossing his mind, "Sooo what? We're all just going to act like nothing happened?"

Veronica in the instant realized that Wallace hadn't known she was coming and looked at Mac for an explanation.

Mac looked between them and said, "I'm sorry guys! We all just need to talk. I didn't want to play referee but someone needs to. I miss the sanctity of our triangle and kicking both your asses at Blur, can't we just shake hands and let bygones be bygones."

Veronica smiled at her and Wallace partly pouted just as the waitress made her way over with their orders interrupting the opportunity for responses. The waitress asked newcomer Veronica for her own order to which she entreated a pile of blueberry pancakes even though it was dinnertime.

When the waitress left, Wallace looked at Veronica and said, "Make sure they give you a clean fork and knife with the order."

Veronica regarded him with a puzzled face and said, "What do you mean?"

"Yeah, y'know a clean knife without blood stains, since last time I checked it was speared in my back," Wallace replied looking at his freshly placed food to avoid eye contact with Veronica.

"Wallace-" Mac began scolding him for the unnecessary shots at Veronica.

"Ouch," Veronica interrupted looking at Wallace who played around with his food, "But I know I deserved that one and any other you have coming my way."

Wallace looked up at her but didn't reply.

Veronica looked him straight in the eyes making sure he heard what she had to say next.

"I'm sorry Wallace. I made a mistake, the biggest mistake in a long time. I should have been there celebrating your win with you instead of at that 09er party from hell. I should have been there for you just like you have always been there for me. I don't know what else I can say that'll make things okay, but I mean it, I made a mistake and I'm sorry."

Wallace let her words sink in faster than he should have. He kept his poker face on and asked, "Are you only sorry because the 09ers kicked you out of their entourage?"

"No, I could care less if they like me or not, and I'm sorry I didn't realize that sooner. And the only thing I regret more is losing the only true friends I had," Veronica replied with profound sincerity.

Wallace took a good look in her eyes. No matter what words escaped Veronica's mouth, her eyes were the place where you could always find the validity of those words.

Wallace sighed at how easily he absolved her former actions and honestly replied, "You didn't lose us Supafly… you were the one who lost herself for a while there. But I think you're finally finding your way back."

Veronica beamed at him and what sounded like at least partial acceptance of her apology. She looked over at Mac who also had a smile on her face, without giving warning she got up from her side and swiftly walked over to give Wallace a colossal typed bear hug.

Wallace laughed in her arms and finally let the situation's evanescent tension dissolve. Veronica broke off her embrace with Wallace only to return and give Mac the same suffocating treatment.

Veronica couldn't help but feel a full-fledged sense of happiness easing its way back into the pit of her heart when she broke off from Mac and sat normal again.

"I am exactly where I belong," Veronica said feeling exactly what those words meant.

"Good, because if anybody is kicking ass at Blur this time, it's me," Wallace said smiling.

"Keep dreaming Sodapop, keep dreaming," Veronica said as she smiled at the oncoming waitress with her stack of pancakes and a fork wrapped in a napkin with a glistening silver knife.

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Friday Surprise

"No more quips! I swear if you guys keep this up I will officially ban you from my life. And don't even think of alluding to this situation hereafter," Mac threatened her two best friends over the booth.

She was sitting by herself in one of Mikey's table booth facing the diner's door. Wallace and Veronica sat behind her in the other table booth behind her. Wallace and Veronica replied to her continuous threats in laughter and more clowning.

Mac had agreed to meet the infamous online RichieRich at Mikey's diner after school. Although, she was "courting" Dick Casablancas and had made it clear to RichieRich that she was dating someone, he still had contended they meet in person. He himself had given Mac a surprise a few days ago telling her he too had met the unexpected girl of his dreams. He had said they should at least meet in person and keep contact with one another from time to time. Mac called it bluff telling Veronica and Wallace that he probably just didn't want to get friend zoned, so he made up a new fake girlfriend. Mac wouldn't admit it but she felt a hint of jealousy. She really liked Dick, but with RichieRich she had formed a somewhat cheery friendship, even if technically it was online and they had never seen each other. He just seemed so carefree, so untroubled, and a seemed to live life with a light hearted attitude that it had been a nice contrast to her prior hitches with Veronica. Now here she sat anxiously and nervous to finally put a face to this RichieRich, whose real name she didn't even know.

In some towering level this was all very dangerous, for all she knew RichieRich could be some 50-year-old pervert, but this was the reason she had brought the other two musketeers with her and made their encounter in a very public place. Now, Wallace and Veronica kept teasing her with a range of outcomes meeting this RichieRich could lead to. Mac and him had agreed to wear green shirts since it had turned out to be both their favorite color.

Wallace cracked another pun that sent Veronica into a fit of laughter and Mac into another degree of annoyance. She turned back on her cushioned booth seat and raised herself a bit to look over the tall back of the table booth to make yet another intimidation attempt when the little chime on the door announced a new customer coming in. They all went quiet, and Mac turned back forward in her seat, just as Wallace's and Veronica's heads came up to check out the customer. Their mouths all fell open at the guy who had come in wearing a bright green shirt.

They all matched the approaching guy's face expression, a mix of shock and a pleased sentiment at the turn of events.

"BlueBelleBeauty," he asked looking at Mac with the widest smirk anyone could wear.

Mac never looked as mortified in her life as Veronica and Wallace burst out laughing at Mac's online nickname. Mac had chosen it when she got the blue streaks in her hair and so what if the whole thing sounded clichéd, no one had ever known it, until now.

"I got the intelligence part about you right," he said smiling at Veronica and Wallace, who were obviously there to be her bodyguards if the situation hadn't turned out to be as pleasant.

"I think we are not needed here anymore Supafly," Wallace said to Veronica.

"Agreed," Veronica said getting up with Wallace.

"Have fun Mac Attack," Wallace said to her as he patted RichieRichon the back on his way out.

"Later Q," Veronica said to Mac and looking at RichieRich she nodded a polite, "See you Dick." As she passed the blonde surfer she gave Mac thumbs up behind his back.

After the two left, Dick finally sat across from Mac whose former embarrassment was replaced with a wide grin. "So you're my RichieRich huh?"

"Looks like, I'm Richard and rich, RichieRich fit," Dick said with smile, "but wait does that mean I have to beat myself up, since RichieRich is on a date with Dick Casablancas' girl?"

"Your…girl?" Mac said slowly like if she was mentally challenged.

"The unexpected one of my dreams," Dick said remembering their last online conversation.

Mac didn't know how to reply, the only reply she mustered was another extensive smile plastered across her face.

"Pleasantly unexpected, twice now," Dick said smiling at the thought.

"Well, I on the other hand, can say this is the most bittersweet surprise karma has given me in a long time," Mac said never letting her smile drop.

"Bitter part?" Dick asked pouting.

"RichieRich isn't someone else," Mac said shrugging meaning it as a joke and not as dissatisfaction because the truth was she was on the farthest edge of bliss with this outcome.

"And the sweet part?" Dick asked hopeful it would make up for what had sounded like partial disappointment seconds ago even if it had been witticism.

"That RichieRich isn't someone else, but is in fact the guy I have the hugest crush on these days, because you know what that means," she said.

"What," Dick asked with a widespread grin.

"I get to make out RichieRich without the slut effect after," Mac replied.

Dick laughed and looking at her playfully said, "That is good thing, a very good thing."

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Sherriff Mars By Day, Photographer by Prom Night

"Girls, the limo is here! Veronica Mars for once in your life commit to the word of punctuality," Keith called from the living room as he made sure the camera in his hands was in its proper settings.

"We're coming!" Veronica called somewhere from her room.

Veronica looked at herself one last time in the mirror and looked over at Mac who was by her room door making sure everything she needed for the night was in her glamorous clutch.

"Hey, tell me this says cruelty free," Veronica asked her motioning to her red, strapless satin mermaid gown feeling a moment of déjà vu.

"No, it says stunning and prepared for the night of my life with my best friends and my boyfriend," Mac said honestly at the stunning view that was Veronica Mars. She had her hair in an elegant low bun with a few pieces of hair falling in front of her to frame her heart shaped face. What was even more striking was the mermaid dress that reached the floor and enfolded Veronica in all the right places.

"What about me? I don't say free train ride right? Because that is not exactly the look I'm going for, especially with Dick Casablancas as my date," Mac asked motioning to herself.

Veronica in a matter of fact voice replied, "Not your date, your official boyfriend as of yesterday."

"Oh, that's right," Mac said pretending to pout.

Veronica laughed and said, "No, but in complete honestly you spell the word amazing in that dress and happiness on your face. You look beautiful Mac."

Mac did look exactly that in her own one shoulder mermaid dress. It was unique just like Mac, in a light emerald type of turquoise color. It extenuated her womanly curves and complemented her complexion. She had her brown hair in her own elegant bun and simply exuberated beauty.

Mac couldn't help it the feeling of excitement and hugged Veronica, "You're always going to be my best friend V."

Veronica smiled and said, "As you mine, Mac."

They pulled apart and Veronica held out her hand to Mac to walk out of her room together, "Let's go have the some fun."

They walked out to find Keith grilling Logan and Dick in their black tuxedos on the night ahead. When both girls walked out the three men went silent and stared in complete amazement at the sight of them. Logan and Dick had their mouths hanging open as Keith spoke first for the male congregation.

"Honey, you look so beautiful. And Cindy, you don't fall behind."

The girls smiled and didn't react fast enough to the flash of Keith's camera.

"Daaadddd," Veronica protested as she walked forward with Mac still holding her hand.

"Nothing, I don't want to hear it! The assemblage of your parents will have my head if I don't take enough photos as I promised," he told all the kids as he headed for the front door with them to take some more photos outside with the limo.

As Keith walked a little ahead, Veronica dropped Mac's hand as she headed for Dick and she herself for Logan.

"You look very beautiful, Veronica," Logan whispered only for her earshot.

She smiled and grabbed his hand adding, "You don't look so bad yourself, stud muffin."

When they were outside on the sidewalk, Keith called out, "Wallace Fennel and date get out of the limo too, this is group photo session, none optional."

"Hello Sherriff," Wallace said stepping out of the limo moments later with his date and soon to be girlfriend Jane in tow. Unfortunately, for Wallace who had hiding back in the limo because he was too familiar with Keith's interrogations, had forgotten the Sherriff's keen eye.

"This is Jane," Wallace introduced her.

"Nice to meet you Jane, you look very lovely," Keith smiled. Just as Jane thanked him he snapped a photo of the unsuspecting couple.

The next fifteen minutes were passed in an unwanted photo session with self-assigned photographer Keith Mars. He made them do different shots, all girls, all boys, couples, single couples, singles, until they reminded him the point of getting all dressed up was to actually go to Prom not just to pretend they were. He grudgingly agreed giving them last compliments and reminding the boys that he'd be polishing his guns until the girls came home at his extended curfew of 2 AM. Mac's and Jane's parents had allowed them to sleep over at Veronica's with the consent of Keith. For Mac and Veronica, it was ritual but it was also an opportunity to get closer to Jane since it seemed that for once one of Wallace's lovers was going to stick around for some time.

They all got in the limousine Logan had rented with his Dad's money, the always generous Aaron Echolls. They celebrated in anticipation to the Centennial Ball, as the limo driver drove them in the direction of the Neptune Grand where the dance was being held.

Prom, A Star Lit Night in a Centenary

The ballroom that was rented out at the Neptune Grand for prom looked amazing. The theme for the Centennial Ball was a starlit night and all over the high ceiling there were fancy umbrella domed lights that materialized a starry night effect within the ambiance of the room's dimness. The round tables that evenly sitted eight people had candles placed on them. The decoration committee could give themselves a pat in the back because everything from the colors to the theme perfected each other.

The three couples sat together in their table that could place four couples but hypothetically could only place them. This night was about having fun with your best friends and as far as they anybody else who would have sat in those two extra seats would have been foreigners.

When they were in the middle of eating the impressive servings of the hotel, Logan whispered over to Veronica, "Looks like the Kanes' really know how to make last minute decisions."

Veronica looked over to the entrance the Kanes' had emerged through with their dates. She couldn't help cynically grin at the sight of Gia Goodman in Duncan's arm. When she looked at Lily she narrowed her eyes and in complete shock said, "Is that Weevil?"

Logan laughed and said, "I really don't want to know, although I can imagine the inferno Celeste must have raised at that sight."

After the fancy hotel silverware was cleared by the waiters, a popular DJ came on stage and began to play the latest party songs in the mainstream as young couples gyrated to the music. The three couples joined the humming bodies on the dance floor in the center of the ballroom. It was turning out to be the night of their lives among the fun and elation of dancing with each other and their friends. Each couple danced with each other and changed dance partners between their closed group. It was not until the slow songs began that they moved back to one another.

Logan placed his arms around Veronica's waist as she moved hers around his neck. He leaned down and softly ran his lips against hers. She pulled him closer to her and momentarily let him take it into something more passionate even while dancing.

"Logan… people," Veronica said breathlessly after she pulled their lips apart and referred to the other people around them.

"It's your fault, not mine," Logan said with a smile as he swayed with her.

"How's it my fault," Veronica asked with a puzzled smirk on her face.

"You should have worn a different dress because you're mesmerizing Veronica, and all I want to do is kiss you," Logan said looking her over one more time and taking in the beautiful scene she made.

Veronica smiled at his compliment and pulled him in for one more kiss.

Logan whispered against her lips, "So who are we trying to make jealous tonight?"

Veronica pulled back to let her eyes flicker into his, while one of her hands moved to caress his face and said, "Everyone Logan, everyone."

"Oh boy if that's the case, I think being your boyfriend is going to be exhausting," Logan said with a widespread smile.

"You have no idea," Veronica said going in for one more kiss as their bodies moved together to a rendition of Sway by The Perishers.

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Seven Months Later

Veronica and Logan were sitting together on a towel under a beach umbrella, while in the distance Dick attempted for the zillionth time of the summer to teach Mac how to surf.

Wallace and Jane were also in the water having some kind of sea make-out.

"You think they would have drowned by now," Logan said under his recently placed sunglasses.

It was the last day of the summer before they started senior year, and the waves gently crashed against the shore as the sun beamed down with force on the sand. Veronica's was applying sunscreen for the hundredth time today, the summer curse of being too white. She looked over at Logan and smiled, he had his own shade of red across his back and shoulders from his surfing spell moments ago.

"Hey, leave them alone. They're going through their 'love' stage," Veronica air quoted after she placed her sunscreen lotion back in her beach bag.

"Gross," Logan said kiddingly.

"Hey, once you live it, you have the right to call it what it is," Veronica said looking at the couple in question.

"Lived it," Logan said under his shades and taking the key words out of her statement.

"Yeah, we lived our puppy love already," she said without looking back at Logan.

"Please remind me," Logan said now looking at her.

"Seven years ago when you would admit defeat just so I would come out of hiding, you longed to see this beautiful face for even a minute longer before Dad picked me up from playtime," Veronica said looking at him and motioning to herself kiddingly.

"Pleaseeee, I got bored simple as that, resignation was the fastest way out," Logan said laughing.

"But were exactly are we now, if that was our puppy love stage," Logan added with a hint of solemnity.

Veronica took off Logan's shades and looking reflectively into his eyes said the words that had been on the tip of her tongue all week, "Still in it …I love you Logan."

Logan was a little taken aback by the fact that she had said the words first. He had been on the verge of saying it all summer but she had beaten him to it. He leaned over and kissed her intensely revealing to her lips and body the mutual feeling before he actually said it out loud. The shivers that went down Veronica's spine exposed that worthy outcome that had emanated from the choice she had long ago made of letting herself build bridges instead of walls. Logan had played a huge part in that, but a lot had come from herself. She was changing for the better, and while she was taking baby steps still, at least she had her full-time friend and full-time lover to guide her, she had her psychotic jackass, her Logan Echolls.

When they broke apart probing for air Logan looked Veronica in the eyes and said, "I love you too, Veronica. You have no idea."

Veronica beamed and said, "Good because you're going to have to remember that."

"What do you mean," Logan asked puzzled.

Without warning Veronica slapped Logan on the shoulder where he had a forming sun burn, he groaned and she took off running toward the other couples.

"You're so dead," Logan yelled behind her. He smiled fleetingly at the running pixie blonde that had become his other half, not months ago, but years ago.

Years ago, when a nine-year-old Veronica had offered him to play a wrestling video game with her after the Sherriff had dropped him off at her house and left with his own mom to handle the domestic abuse case against his dad. She had never been a normal girl and he wouldn't have chosen differently, otherwise he may have never fallen in love with her.

He left it at that thought and took off chasing after her, just as he always has and always might in both senses of factuality and metaphorically.