It's not that I don't know what I'm doin' here, but I can't help feelin' out of place. I can't help that small part of me that feels like it's done wrong. I've run out on Tom so many fuckin' times, a handful of hours here and there, nights with no word, I'm not sure I oughta be leavin' him with the girls yet again. But it's just a day trip, and I can't deny needin' a break. I can't deny that Veronica Mars is gone, one of the first people I met on this fuckin' rock, and it feels like maybe I oughta be here, with Mathias, while he gets his head back on straight.
"You two wanna cozy up in one, I don't wanna get between you," I smirk, shifting the weight of my backpack and squinting out over the ocean toward the other island.
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Date: 2011-06-07 05:12 am (UTC)"You two wanna cozy up in one, I don't wanna get between you," I smirk, shifting the weight of my backpack and squinting out over the ocean toward the other island.