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I am horrified that there aren't more OC/Vmars crossovers out there. Come on, people! They both take place in filthy rich southern california! They both feature vulnerable-looking hot young guys with mommy and alcohol issues! What more do you need?

Anyway.... I couldn't sleep. Short little ficlet, Logan-centric, slash and het.


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Logan fucking hates Newport Beach.

He hates all of southern California, and on bad days most of the rest of the world, too, but most of all he fucking hates Newport.

The summer is the worst. During the schoolyear, he could focus on sucking at school and pissing off teachers and causing scenes in the hallways, but in the summer he actually has to deal with the ditzy idiots he’s ingratiated himself with. Father Dearest moved the Echolls family here six months ago (“It’s a much more wholesome area than Neptune—it will be *good* for you, Logan,”), right after Lilly’s death, and Logan immediately made friends with the jocks, the superstars, the rich and the gorgeous and the most popular kids in town.

He’s been dead bored pretty much ever since.

He went through every girl (and a few of the less closeted boys) in Harbor’s inner circle in the first four months, even the elusive Marissa Cooper. (Her boyfriend—and supposedly Logan’s new best friend—still thinks she’s pure-as-driven-snow. Logan finds this hilarious.) He wasted way too much time and effort seducing her, he realizes now, because she reminded him of Lilly at first; but then he actually got to know her, and she was nothing like Lilly at all.

Her best friend, Summer, is actually the most Lilly-like girl he’s met so far, and possibly his only real friend here. Which is funny, because he never actually thought of girls he slept with as friends before; but with Summer, it’s just that easy. They fuck, they smoke dope, they talk about how much they hate everyone else and insult each other a lot, and then they fuck some more.

It works. It’s not the friendship he had with Duncan, or the love he had with Lilly, but it works.

He doesn’t think about Duncan much, because Duncan never fucking calls or writes or *anything,* even though Neptune isn’t that far away. And fuck it: Logan isn’t going to expend the effort if he’s not certain it’ll be worth it. Not anymore. He had enough of that with Duncan’s sister.

He thinks about Lilly way too much. He’s grown used to the idea that he probably always will.

But aside from Lilly, Logan has pretty much cut all his ties with Neptune. Occasionally he’ll run into an 09’er at a Newport beach party, and they’ll chat a bit, but usually he gets bored and wanders off. He’s beginning to realize that the people from Neptune really weren’t any different from the people of Newport; he was just different back then. More tolerant, more naive, more stupid, something.

It’s only June, and already he desperately wants the summer to be over. Everything seems worse in Newport: the food, the heat, the parties, everything. He doesn’t think he’s ever been more bored in his life.

He goes to their stupid fashion show because Summer promises him nookie if he does, but she bails on him later, giving him the finger and telling him to find another warm body to fuck. Then she trails after the new boy in town, the blonde guy with the muscles. Logan could tell her that he’s white trash (it’s fucking obvious: are these people seriously so oblivious that they can’t even *tell*?), and also that he’s already attached himself to her best friend, but he doesn’t because he feels like being mean and watching her make a fool out of herself.

Which she does, and Logan watches from the beach as the blonde guy (didn’t someone say his name was Ryan? The cousin from Canada. Yeah, right.) shoves her off onto his geeky friend, the Cohen kid. Who Summer, of course, rejects, and man, it’s better than TV: boy rejects girl, girl rejects other boy, other boy tells the whole fucking party of snobs that boy is from Chino. It’s the best entertainment he’s had all summer.

The water polo idiots that always seem to trail around after Logan like a pack of dogs attack the Cohen guy the second he hits the beach, with some weird idea that they have to defend Logan’s ‘honor’ or something. Because Cohen was hitting on Logan’s ‘girlfriend.’ They seem confused when Logan doesn’t join in, but continue beating the kid up anyway.

And then, of course, the knight in wife-beater armor comes to save the day, and Logan suddenly *does* feel like fighting. He moves in front of his moron jock buddies, smirking at Mr. White Trash.

“Is there a problem, officer?”

Ryan just glares at him. “Let him go.”

Cohen is babbling behind them, and Logan turns around briefly to kick sand at his face. “I don’t know; I think he makes excellent beach decoration, don’t you?”

He can see Ryan getting ready for a fight. “Put him *down.*”

Logan shakes his head. “You have bad taste, you know that? You go for Cohen here, you go for Marissa Cooper, and you turn down Summer.” He shakes his head in mock-sympathy. “Although really, you’re a shoe-in with Marissa; just give her a few lines about how tragic your life is, how your mommy beat you and you guys could never pay the rent , and she’ll suck your dick in no time.”

When Ryan punches him, it’s the best thing he’s felt since the last time he had sex with Lilly. He doesn’t fight back, just laughs when Ryan pushes him onto the sand and straddles him, punching his face over and over. Ryan punches like someone who knows how, who grew up with it, who knows just how to do it to make it hurt the most and make the bruise painful and visible and last for days. He’s hard almost immediately, and Ryan is straddling him; when Logan arches up suggestively, Ryan stumbles back in shock, right into the arms of the water polo morons just waiting to kick his ass. Logan laughs at him, and spits blood onto the sand.