Of Painted Water (Logan Lerman Love Story)

I am Not a Killer and Flying Goats

Update! The chick on the side would be Robin, and I think she fits in perfectly. So welcome to the family, Robin, the family that I have created right out of my head... yeah that sounded so creepy. If you could please comment down in the bottom it makes so much of a difference to me, it really does. I'm so competative that yesterday I searched 'Logan Lerman' in the little search thingy above and it came up with some stories about him. I was second in line on that one, so thank you so much! But I wasnt first, so I would love it if you guys could comment and fan and like and read and share it with friends who also use Wattpad. THe other stories (which I am currently reading to see what they're like) are also really incredible, so I suggest that you take a look at those ones as well:) Thanks!

Mom was still exceptionally angry with me for the little episode in Giant, and I was angry with her because she wouldn't really listen to me when I tried to explain that he had deserved every drop of soda I poured on him. Every time I tried to bring it up she would just start massaging her temples and scowling at inanimate objects, as if they were the cause of her problems.

Logan had gone home after the store, saying that it was necessary and that his mother was probably worried sick. Devon had driven him home almost two hours ago, and strangely, I missed him. In the two weeks that he had stayed with us, I felt that I had become so much closer to him. Of course, we had our moments, but it just felt like I spent so much more time with him.

Maybe it was because I was seeing him in a new light. I had admitted it to myself the other morning: Logan clearly doesn't think of me as a little sister as I had originally thought, and I no longer thought that he was a complete moron. In fact, it was almost a possibility that I would kiss him again. The kiss had felt nice, though I was a little bummed that I didn't have anything to compare it to.

My brain was just registering the fact that it had actually happened. You see, yesterday had been crazy. I had woken up next to him, then gotten so nervous I nearly peed myself, then kissed him. It's a wonder I didn't explode in a big, gooey, Nikki mess. It's been known to happen before, me blowing up. Not really, but I wish it had.

It was kind of nice, in a way, to know that Logan was my first kiss. Briefly when I was sixteen I had crushed on him for like a month before deciding that it was stupid. Never before had it occurred to me that us dating wouldn't cause the universe to implode (as opposed to exploding, that's strictly reserved for me) on itself and cause something crazy to happen. Like goats growing wings.

For me, that had always been the case. Devon was an overprotective bastard, and dating his best friend would probably make him kill the human race with a bat. It was time to figure things out, many things.

I knocked lightly on Dev's door, hoping that he was in there so that I could have this conversation. It's funny, I was feeling rather delicate, so my knock was almost feather light.

Confession time: I was feeling like Snow White.

Ladies, do you remember the days when you used to watch Disney movies like your life depended on it, and after every single movie ended you felt the need to sing (even if you're incredibly bad at it) or dance (even if you fall over every flat surface) or find a prince.

That always happened to me. And every single time I finished watching the scene from Snow White where she cleans out the Dwarves house, I felt the need to sing and dance around with animals while cleaning my room. I never had any deer, so I just trapped Baxter in my room and pretended. Folks, I was like thirteen when I did this, so no judging.

Disney movies inspire me, and I had been rather nervous about confronting Devon on my dating status, so I had decided to bring up YouTube on my computer and listen to a couple songs from some of my favorite animated movies. All imma say: holy shit I feel like I can move mountains.