Of Painted Water (Logan Lerman Love Story)

72 Hours of Madness

I am... SO sorry for not updating in like forever. I was getting so tired of writing this, and a huge bout of writers block just killed me. But I did update now, even if it's crazy short. Please don't kill/hate me. I hope to update again soon after this, hopefully with something new and fun to keep Nikki occupied. Maybe a new face, an attractive one, perhaps?

"Alright, that's... one two three, six, seven eight twelve.... fifteen points for 'Drawers'." I rolled my eyes, adding the score to the pad of paper. Devon threw his hands up in the air tiredly, barely opening his eyes in acknowledgment.

Immediately after talking to Logan on the phone, I opened up a word document on my computer and began typing in activities that needed to be completed before our time was up. After announcing my plans to my mother, who could really care less, Devon had expressed his undying need to complete these tasks with Logan and I, so I agreed because I knew he would make things more interesting.

True to my prediction, he had.

Fourteen hours in and he was already tired. It was only one in the morning, and I had caught sight of his stupid blonde head lolling to the side every couple minutes. That was always my cue to start talking loudly. Logan was just happy to be around, happy to be doing things with me.

Every once in a while he would shoot me a mischievous smile and my heart would flutter.

"Okay, I have C O N C E P T U A L I Z E." I put all my letters out on the board, listening with satisfaction as both Logan and Devon cried out in protest. But as they both leaned farther over the edge of the table and let their eyes scan over the word I had been working to attain all game, I knew they knew they were so dead.

"And that, boys, is the end of the game." I said smugly, then pulled out my computer to type a little C next to 'Play Scrabble' for complete.

With sour faces the two cleaned the game up, and I started walking out to the garage.

Next on the list: Bike races around the neighborhood.

And so the fun continued, and Dev complained.

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"Twenty hours in, and how do we feel, boys?" I asked the camera tiredly. We were all sitting on the beach, Logan and I sitting next to a sand mound with Dev's head sticking out of the top. We had buried the little freak, his hands were at his sides.

"I feel," Dev slurred "so great. I mean, not even a little great, but soooooo great. Like amazing."

"I fee-" Logan started, but was interrupted by a group of girls, who had come down to the beach with their umbrellas and sunscreen. They spotted him, and one of them screeched his name happily, and very loudly.

Any other teenage girls on the beach at that point (there weren't many at seven o'clock in the morning) got up and began running towards us.

Logan's face screwed up into a frightened expression, and he pulled me up, helping my to run across the sand as fast as we could. I was clutching the camera to my chest, knowing that it was still running but too tired to do anything about it.

If anything, our running away only excited the girls more, and they starting laughing and screaming from behind us. It was absolutely terrifying.

Because we had walked to the beach, Logan and I had no car to escape to, so we were forced to run barefooted through the waking city. People gave us the strangest looks, but otherwise didn't care about the couple running from a mob of bikini-clad girls. Logan was gripping my upper arm, hauling me along with him.