||[Jun. 29th, 2005|08:52 pm]
The time between Logan's haisty departure from Lilly's room and Veronica's repeat performance. The same hunched shoulders, only I think Logan's stature was more of a defeated nature than Veronica's. I wasn't so sure I liked any of this, If Lilly had something to upset both Logan and Veronica where did that leave me? I didn't want to be in the middle but I wasn't willing to turn my back on any of them. Logan's my best friend, he's always been there for me no matter what. Lilly's my sister and the closest person in the world to me. And Veronica ... Well that was still complicated but I cared about her. |
When dad came back out of Lilly's room saying she wanted to see Weevil it took me five minutes to calm him down, and after Weevil slipped into Lilly's room I had to force him to chill out and not bardge in. Personally? I'd rather have Weevil in there than my dad or my mom. Granted I'd rather be in there and keep everyone else out, but my dad even convinced me to head home and get showered and changed.
I realized I was still in my soccer uniform and sighed before begrudgingly heading home with Clarence Weidman's cell phone number just in case I ran into any problems with reporters on the way home or back.
I had to keep myself from going to Logan's after I'd been showered and changed; Instead I called him, but he didn't answer. One of his infamous messages echoed in my ear.
"Hey, It's me. I'm just heading back to the hospital and I ... I wanted to see if you were ok, you left and then Veronica went in to see her and she left just as upset and I haven't talked to Lilly and I don't know what's going on. Just ... I don't know just call me back ok."
I was tempted to call Veronica as well but decided against it, our last conversation left a bitter taste in my mouth and somewhere along the line we just had lost track of what to say or do around each other. I wondered if it happened when I found out she's my sister and broke up with her or if it happened when she kissed Logan.
Instead I just headed back to the hospital and settled into the waiting room. The last thing I wanted to do was walk in on Lilly and a heartfelt conversation with the leader of the PCH Biker Gang.
So I crossed my arms over my chest and sat in an uncomfortable hospital chair next to my mother, who, as it seems had finally decided to show up and appear to give a damn about her daughter all the sudden. She tried talking to me but I just tuned her out and let my thoughts wander.
Lilly would make it through all this, she had to. She was Lilly.