Hey everyone! I finally finished chapter four! I'm not gonna lie this one was a bit of a struggle for me but I'm pretty happy with the way it turned out. So I hope you enjoy it too. And thank you so much to everyone who reviews I really appreciate it and I love reading what you have to say. Oh, and how did you guys like that drama bomb from last chapter? Too cliche, too heavy? I'd love to hear what you think. Okay, I'm done rambling so I hope you enjoy the new chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bob's Burgers.

Chapter 4

After spending a good few hours lying on the beach, Louise began her somber walk home ignoring the curious glances from strangers at her damp, sand encrusted clothes. When she arrived the restaurant was unusually crowded, teeming with the gang of rowdy bikers that had been frequenting the family business as of late.

Louise peered through the front window a moment, watching her parents and siblings hustle to fill the orders of the beer addled bikers. She really should go in and help them but she was tired and frustrated and could hardly stomach the thought of dealing with her chipper family and a bustling restaurant full of customers.

Besides, she still had pertinent business to attend to.

Louise snuck up to their apartment to change into a fresh set of clothes and restock the supplies in her backpack before setting out to accomplish her new plans.

She had spent hours going over countless ways to get her ears back after Logan abandoned her on the beach. It was a simple task for her, coming up with creative plans to retrieve her hat. What made it difficult though was that she didn't want to ruin the tentative relationship she and Logan still held.

She had watched thick, gray clouds shift overhead while struggling to map out a plan that wasn't riddled with faults. She felt mentally exhausted, like she had just spent an entire day doing algebra, when she finally settled on a plan that she hoped wouldn't destroy any chance she and Logan still had at being friends.

It seemed kind of beneath her to get parents involved in the situation but Louise felt she had no other choice.

She made her way to Logan's house, trying to keep her mind from constantly drifting to thoughts of the blonde boy. She counted her steps in an effort to stay distracted and ended up lost a few times before finally locating the bright, yellow building.

Louise stepped up to the front door and lifted her hand to knock before pausing. She glanced up at Logan's window, remembering the night before when she had caught her first glimpse of the teen's true face.

Damn, was that really just last night? She thought.

She could hardly believe it with everything that had happened since; it felt like a lifetime ago. Just a night and a day was all it took for her impression of him to morph into something entirely different.

Louise turned away from his window, briefly wondering if Logan was in his room at that very moment, if he could see her now. She stared ahead at the front door, hoping that this was the right decision.

It had been difficult for her to admit, but after everything they had shared she really did want them to be friends. If she could just solve the problem at hand, if he just returned her stolen ears then maybe they could.

Louise took a long breath, steeling her resolve before rapping her knuckles on the solid, wood door. She listened to a dull clatter of footsteps coming from within the home, growing louder and then stopping completely before the door swung open.

Louise craned her neck to look up at the impeccably dressed, blonde woman, complete with a pearl necklace and perfectly, salon styled hair.

Oh yeah, this is definitely his mom.

She thought at the sight of the woman whose appearance was just screaming wealthy, uptight mother. She could see the resemblance to Logan in the slope of her nose and the tone of her light hair; even though where blood was concerned she was only his aunt.

Louise mustered up her best wounded puppy dog eyes and dipped her head to appear the docile little girl. She looked up at the woman through her long, dark lashes before speaking.

"I hope I'm not interrupting dinner ma'am but your son, he stole something of mine."

She watched as the woman's face shifted from calm to aggravated as Louise spoke, turning to yell Logan's name into the house the moment she finished her monologue. She turned back to Louise with a look of barely disguised exasperation upon her face.

"Please, come in," she offered Louise, though seeming reluctant to do so.

Louise stepped into the massive building, her tennis shoes tapping softly on the ebony, wood floor as she followed Logan's mother deeper into the home. Her head twisted this way and that, examining her new surroundings and possibly checking to see if Logan was in sight.

The blonde mother halted in an open living room and Louise almost stumbled into her backside for her lack of attention. The older woman gave Louise a tense smile.

"My name is Cynthia Bush by the way." She informed Louise with forced politeness and gestured to a plush armchair within the room. "Why don't you take a seat while I go find Logan."

Cynthia walked briskly out of the room, her displeasure at the situation clearly evident in her stiff posture and clenched fists. Louise watched her disappear up the stairs into the second level of the house before shifting her interest to the room she was currently occupying.

The armchair where she sat, as well as its double and the couch were all a deep, cocoa brown. She ran her fingers over the soft fabric, not a single stain or perpetually damp spot in sight, quite unlike her own furniture. The walls were painted a soft blue that bore a striking resemblance to the color of Logan's eyes. Framed photos of the family were scattered about the room.

All in all the décor spoke of money and class, giving Louise the sudden urge to smash every breakable item in the room just to see the reaction of one Mrs. Bush.

Her eye caught on a photo of Logan, reminding Louise of her intention to remain friends with him after this was over. She squashed down her destructive impulses and focused her attention on the young boy captured in the photo.

Louise inspected the family portrait encased in an ocean themed seashell frame. It showed a bathing suit clad Logan, maybe five or six, sitting on the beach covered in glittery, yellow sand, his blonde hair matted with sea water. He was flanked by his two parents, an expression of pure glee gracing each of their faces.

They looked so genuinely happy she could hardly believe it was the same family.

Just as Louise was about to stand and take a closer look at the photo she heard the echoes of multiple sets of feet stomping down the stairs and quickly turned her attention to the room's entrance.

In walked Logan's irate mother followed by the bespectacled man Louise had seen the night before, both looking quite put out by the proceedings. Logan trailed after his fuming parents, cheeks tinted a warm pink from anger or embarrassment, Louise was unsure.

Her eyes locked onto his exposed blonde hair, her bunny ears nowhere in sight. The absence of her hat set off a little bell of alarms in her head. Where were her ears? She hadn't seen Logan without the hat since he had stolen it from her.

She struggled to keep her cool as the small family seated themselves in the living room. Logan sat slouched in an armchair opposite Louise, refusing to meet her gaze, while his parents occupied the couch between them.

The two adults glared relentless daggers at their son as they tried to persuade him to give up what he stole. Their arguing faded into the background as Louise's mind began to wander, questioning whether this had been a good idea. She didn't want to cause Logan any more family problems than he already had.

Maybe they would stop fighting if I…

Her train of thought was suddenly interrupted; she jerked her head towards Logan after processing his last sentence.

"What did you just say?" She ground out between clenched teeth, digging her fingernails into the lush cushions of her chair. Surely she had heard him wrong.

"I threw it out." He said looking bored and unaffected but still averting his eyes from Louise.

"Bull." She breathed out fiercely. Her hands had curled into white knuckled fists at her sides, striving to keep her rage in check.

Logan finally turned to look at Louise head on, his striking blue eyes meeting her dark brown ones.

"I'm not lying. Search my room if you want."

Louise's eyes grew wide. There was no way. He wouldn't do this to her, not after today, after she had revealed to him what made her ears so special. She thought they would be friends. There was still a chance. But now…

Any shred of sympathy she held for the boy, any hopes she had for future friendship flew out the window with the last ounce of control she had over her temper.

With a feral scream Louise launched herself across the room at Logan, savoring the way his eyes flew open with candid shock. She clutched his shirt collar in her hands and pulled his face so near their noses almost touched. Her furious breaths mingled with his terrified gasps.

"Where?" She growled.

"What?" He stammered. His huge, ocean colored eyes darted wildly back and forth between his stunned parents and Louise.

"Where did you throw out my ears?" Her voice was low and more menacing than even she knew she was capable of.

"The Panchos Tacos on Riverside." He said quickly, stumbling over his words.

Logan let out a thankful breath of relief as Louise finally released her death grip on his shirt front. He watched her dart out the front door faster than he thought possible for someone with such short legs.

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Louise spent the next few hours breathless, running all across town trying desperately to track down her discarded bunny ears. When her tireless search brought her to the city dump she could feel her last vestiges of hope draining away.

When the uniform attired man working the incinerator informed her of what had become of the days garbage haul she truly snapped. Her left eye twitched violently as she fell to her knees in front of the burning trash heap. She dragged her dirt smeared palms down her face and let out a long, suffering scream.

She couldn't believe it. Her ears couldn't be gone, it couldn't be true.

But if it was true, if her ears were actually gone, then someone had to pay. And she knew exactly who that someone was.

Louise dropped her hands from her fire warmed cheeks as she began to chuckle, quietly at first before dissolving into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. She felt consumed by a twisted joy derived from the many ideas popping into her mind, ways to make Logan suffer for what he had done.

"Revenge!" She yelled loudly, not caring if anyone was bearing witness to her breakdown.

Louise had let herself open up to Logan, against her every instinct screaming to block him out she had actually let him in and he had repaid her with complete betrayal. She was going to show him exactly what happens when you mess with Louise Belcher.

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The sun was already setting as Louise made her solemn trip home. Its dying rays of light were blocked out by heavy, gray storm clouds, leaving the streets and buildings in a bleak state of darkness. She thought it was quite fitting under the current circumstances.

Her hands busily picked at her finger nails and scratched her head furiously while she walked in an unconscious effort to distract herself from the permanent loss of her ears.

Thankfully her mind began to bubble with an endless stream of revenge plots. Her favorite so far being to hide tarantula egg sacks throughout Logan's bedroom and wait for the magnificent day they would burst from their nests and swarm the unsuspecting blonde, hopefully in his sleep.

Louise was smiling unawares, envisioning Logan shrieking in terror, covered in starving baby tarantulas when she realized she was already home. She peeked through the front window; the restaurant was abounding with life, once again crowded with alcohol buzzed bikers and a dangerous amount of broken glass. She caught sight of Critter, the One Eyed Snakes newly appointed leader, as he whipped out a switchblade and brandished it in her startled father's face before tossing his head back in a fit of amused laughter.

Louise's dark brows rose as an idea struck her.

She pushed open the smudged front door of the restaurant, little bells tinkling behind her, marched confidently up to Critter and halted firmly in front of him. She looked up at the burly man as he stared back down at her, one bushy eyebrow raised in question.

"I have a small favor to ask you."

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The following day after school Louise and her two siblings began their walk home, making sure to take the route that would pass Logan's usual hangout.

Louise was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet in apprehension for the revenge she new was soon to come. But that didn't keep her from noticing Tina snatching glances at her as they walked side by side. She let out an exasperated sigh.

"What is it Tina?" Louise asked.

"Oh, I just wanted to let you know that I told mom and dad you stayed the night at a friend's house the other day. You know, that day you didn't come home for more than 24 hours. Where were you by the way? Just curious." Tina responded, trying too hard to sound nonchalant.

Louise could sense the concern in her older sister's voice. She appreciated that Tina had covered for her unexplained absence but was still reluctant to give all the gory details of her recent escapades. The wound was still too fresh for her to start poking and prodding at it.

"Thanks for the cover T. And don't worry about where I've been; it'll all be over soon anyway." She said cryptically, allowing a conniving smile to crawl up her cheeks.

"What does she mean by that?" Gene asked warily.

The three kids arrived at the skateboarding teens' domain, already being occupied by Logan and his friends. The blonde boy seemed a bit uncomfortable at the sight of Louise but quickly covered it up with that familiar smug grin.

"Well look who it is. I'm surprised you don't have pig ears the way you squeal." Logan said pointedly at Louise. It didn't sound quite as venomous as she knew he was capable of. His friends gave a light chuckle at the taunting remark anyway.

Louise dismissed his ridicule with a booming, sarcastic laughter and stomped boldly up to Logan, leaving her nervous siblings behind to observe. She smiled deviously up at him before speaking.

"How's your hearing?" she asked innocently.

"Uh…Pretty good. Why?" He asked confused, arching a single pale brow at her inquiry.

Louise reached up, grabbed his maroon shirt front and pulled his face close to hers. The bright whites of Logan's eyes grew full with the unexpected action.

"Well then, I guess you can hear that." She said her voice low and ambiguous.

They both turned their heads at the thundering sound of engines revving in the distance. Logan's sneer quickly transformed into a terrified frown at the sight of a large group of hulking bikers rushing down the road towards them.

Louise moved in even closer to the stunned Logan.

"That's the sound of revenge." She whispered cruelly in his ear before releasing her firm hold on his t-shirt.

Logan backed away, stammering apprehensively as he whipped his head about at the menacing bikers now circling him. The heat from the powerful engines was a stifling companion to the midday sun as the bikes drew closer and closer. The deafening roar halted abruptly as the men cut their engines, leaving them in silence.

Louise turned to the shivering Logan, gripping his skateboard in front of his chest like a shield, and let her rage take over.

"Hell hath no fury like I do Logan!" She yelled dramatically, raising her hands for affect before dropping them back to her sides. "You took my ears and threw them away and now these guys are going to take your ears and throw them away!" She pointed a finger at Critter who was doing a fantastic job of looking intimidating as he stalked toward the quivering, wide eyed Logan.

"What!" he exclaimed, his eyes growing unbelievably wide.

Logan's friends backed away uneasily, abandoning him to the mercy of the bulky man approaching with a worn blade in his hand. Critter raised the knife to within inches of the blonde youth's neck and just when Louise expected him to lose consciousness from fear the biker harmlessly cut the tag from Logan's shirt and pulled away.

Logan crumbled to the ground in a sweaty pile of nerves, all strength having drained completely away from his legs. Louise focused on his trembling form, his terrified eyes and damp forehead, and tried to feel happy at her success. She had attained her revenge and Logan looked like he was going to vomit. Those were all good things, right? But her ears were still gone and bullying the culprit into a whimpering puddle didn't make that fact any less painful.

She was contemplating whether she could get Critter to slice off Logan's ears for real when he suddenly yanked something from his backpack, the boy's hand shook severely as he held out the pink object for all to see.

"Here." He stammered. "I never threw them out, okay? I'm so sorry."

Louise stared mouth agape at the astonishing sight of her bunny ears clutched in Logan's tan fingers. She couldn't believe it. She thought they were gone forever.

"My ears." She said in awe, grabbing the hat from the blonde and slipping them triumphantly onto her head. It felt as if her whole body sighed in relief at the feeling of having her bunny ears back where they rightfully belonged. Her lips curled back in a joyful smile.

She looked down at the sniveling boy still collapsed on the concrete, muttering about his own ears. Her smile faded a bit at the pathetic sight that she had caused.

The last few days with Logan had been strange to say the least, but she had never wanted things to end this way. She had sincerely hoped to gain another friend, someone she could match fists with. But after everything they had done to each other it was probably impossible to repair their relationship.

She didn't want to see his face anymore. The sight of him was dampening her high spirits from the long awaited return of her ears.

"Don't ever mess with us again, Logan." She stated calmly, leaning in close. "Now get the hell out of here!" She yelled and pointed down the street.

Logan stood hastily and sprinted away from the ruffians, his traumatized companions in toe.

Louise ran her hands over the warm bunny ears and sighed as she watched him go, wondering why, even though her hat was back, did she still feel like shit.

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Late that night when the rest of her family was already asleep, Louise sat awake in bed, her troubled mind constantly replaying the events of the past few days over and over. Logan, of course, being the main focus.

She grabbed at the bunny ears sitting atop her head and ran her fingers over the well-worn fabric just to confirm that it was really there. Logan's scent seemed to linger on the pink cloth and Louise swore she could smell him now when she breathed.

It was driving her crazy.

From the moment she had met him Logan had always smelled of fresh lemons and mint, most likely Cynthia's doing. But the aroma was quite intoxicating and it was making it all the more difficult for her to stop thinking about the blonde. Every time she managed to distract herself, her mind ended up wandering back to thoughts of Logan and the time they spent together.

But most of all she couldn't stop thinking about how furious she was at him. He had betrayed her trust and she had made him pay, but she still didn't feel any better. Really, she had a very strong urge to punch a wall, or set something on fire or just do anything other than sit here and mope.

Screw this!

With an exasperated huff she kicked the bed covers back with restless legs and shot out of bed. She hurriedly changed out of her pajamas and into a reliable pair of shorts and a t-shirt along with sturdy, blue sneakers. She snuck quietly out her bedroom window and climbed down the rain gutters. Her feet tapped silently onto the ground and she ran into the night with a specific destination in mind.

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Louise stood in front of the dark house, a gaggle of small stones growing warm in her hand. She sought out Logan's bedroom window on the barely moonlit home and began chucking her gathered rocks at the glass. They clinked loudly against the window pane before clattering to the ground near Louise's feet.

She pulled her arm back, readying another throw when the window was thrust open and Logan's sleep tousled head popped out looking irritated and confused. When he focused on Louise standing in the darkened street his confusion faded away leaving only irritation and a healthy dose of worry.

Louise briefly considered launching the still locked and loaded rock at his exposed head before dropping her arm and allowing the rest of her ammo to tumble harmlessly to the ground.

"Why did you do it?" She shouted angrily, not caring if the racket disturbed Logan's sleeping parents or neighbors.

Logan, of course, felt otherwise and tried urgently to shush Louise while leaning out from his second story window.

"Louise, please not so loud. My parents…" Logan stage whispered frantically before Louise cut in.

"Shut up! Do you know what you put me through? I thought my ears were gone forever." Her anger began to subside halfway through her monologue, tapering off quietly at the end as she reached up to stroke her bunny ears.

"I know. I'm sorry." He said just above a whisper. "Just…why don't you come up? Hold on." He disappeared into his room leaving Louise alone in the shadows. Her rage had dwindled with the passing time and she waited curiously for his return.

A few minutes later a makeshift rope fashioned from large, heavy sheets spilled out the window and landed silently at Louise's feet. Baffled by the unexpected offer she looked up at Logan who motioned for her to climb up. She tugged at the rope, testing its sturdiness before clambering up with some difficulty. She never was any good at rope climb in gym class.

When she approached the top, Logan reached out and placed one hand on her arm and the other on her back to help hoist her over window sill. Louise clattered softly to her feet within the bedroom before hastily swiping Logan's hands away.

He took a step back to give her space, running a hand through his bedhead nervously. He waited with bated breath expecting her to explode in fury any second and pummel his face to a pulp but she just glanced around the room calmly.

Logan stood by patiently in his sleep rumpled shorts and t-shirt as she ambled about the small space examining his books and fiddling with trophies on a shelf. She cocked her head to the side, much like a bird Logan thought, looking closely at a family portrait. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small lamp beside his bed that cast the two in gloomy shadows. The muted light hid Louise's expression from Logan's eyes, making him all the more anxious.

"Louise…" He started cautiously but stopped when she whipped her head around to face him, bunny ears flopping with the sudden motion.

"How could you do that to me?" She kept her voice softer this time but the enmity was still present. "After I told you what these ears meant to me. How could you make me think they were gone forever?"

She was putting painstaking effort into keeping her emotions concealed. But whenever she was with Logan she seemed to reveal everything she tried so carefully to keep hidden.

She risked a peek at his face. Logan's eyes were downcast; his pupils shifting like troubled waters. He looked more remorseful than she thought him capable of.

"Louise, I'm sorry. I…" He trailed off weakly, feeling unequipped with the skills needed to deal with the situation.

"Just tell me why." She said taking a step toward him. "I know why you took them but why did you keep them for so long? Why did you lie to me about throwing them out?" Louise could feel her tentative control slipping with each new question. "What could you have possibly had to gain from keeping my ears, Logan?"

He finally met her gaze head on; his electric blue eyes now steady with conviction.

"You."

"What?" She stammered taken aback by his bold statement. Familiar warmth began to spread across her face.

"As long as I had those ears," he gestured to the pink hat sitting on Louise's head, "You stuck to me like glue. And I liked having you around."

Louise's face wasn't cooling off anytime soon, her cheeks blooming a darker red with each new blunt confession.

Logan continued undaunted. "We had fun together, didn't we?"

She found herself nodding imperceptibly. She really did have fun with Logan. He was nothing like the spoiled rich kid she had originally pegged him for. She had really begun to trust him and when he lied about trashing her ears not only was she upset about losing her precious hat but she also felt like he had betrayed her.

This was all too much. Louise was struggling to process the unfamiliar emotions flying around her head as well as fighting off the ever increasing urge to punch a wall.

Logan continued unaware of Louise's inner turmoil.

"I knew that the moment I gave back that hat you would stop hanging around me for good. I guess I was just trying to keep you around for as long as possible. I would never really throw out your ears." Logan's cheeks were now tinted by a faint blush as well, his revealing confession finally catching up with him.

Louise was awestruck by Logan's honest admission.

She took large, purposeful steps towards him, tugged on his shirt collar pulling him down to her level and punched him right across the cheek. She couldn't help but smile at the satisfying sting she felt from her knuckles connecting with his cheekbone. Already his left cheek was blossoming a deep red, brighter than either of their embarrassed flushes. He looked stunned but didn't otherwise react.

"That's for making me think you threw out my ears." She growled in his face.

Her expression softened before she leaned in close and planted a quick peck on his sore cheek. She pulled away hurriedly, their faces still near enough that she could feel the heat from his surprised gasp.

"And that's for not being as completely terrible as I thought you were." She said with a mischievous smile.

If she thought he looked shocked before, that was nothing compared to his current bulging eyes and slack jaw. She was already climbing through the open window before Logan had a chance to respond. She ascended the cloth rope quickly while a stupefied Logan watched from his window.

When her feet hit solid ground she turned to look up at the blonde. She reached a hand up to her face, pulled on the skin below one eye and stuck out her tongue in a familiar childish taunt. Logan burst into a fit of raucous laughter at the sight of her contorted face before matching her teasing expression with his own.

Louise let slip a round of melodious laughter that made Logan's smile grow wider before turning to sprint down the darkened road. Logan sat perched on his window sill and focused on the bright pink bunny ears as they faded down the dimly lit street.

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Author's Note: So I hope everyone liked the new chapter. You can basically think of this as the end of part one. My current plans are to have the next part be jumped forward three years to when Louise is 12 and Logan is 19. I might change my mind about that but probably not. I hope everyone doesn't hate that kind of thing because it's probably going to happen quite often throughout the story. Hopefully I can get the next chapter out a bit quicker this time but I'm already feeling a bit of writers block so if anyone has any suggestions of things you'd like to see happen I'd love to hear it. Thanks again for taking the time to read this. I really love all you guys!

afterthought: Oh and is anyone here a fan of Futurama? I just started watching it a few days ago and I am hooked. The animation is fantastic and it's so funny. I'd definitely recommend it to anyone looking for a great new show to watch.