Of Painted Water (Logan Lerman Love Story)

Mallory the Meanie Head

Hey guys thanks so much for the support

Seriously, I found this super cute photo of a half-shirtless Logan giving everybody a double middle finger! The hotness nearly made me pass out. To the person who can answer this magical question I'll dedicate the next chapter to you. I'll also have that chapter up by Saturday. (I don't know if that's a good prize or not, but it's all I got).

So long for now, darlings, and to all a good night!

The next day was massively annoying. I had blabbed my big fat mouth about dating Logan in front of not only my parents, but the press. I hadn't even realized that I had done the last part, but my phone was buzzing like crazy the next morning, and no matter what I did, I couldn't get it to stop. Facebook was ten times worse. I was getting messages from people I didn't even know, telling me they hated me for being such a massive skank and stealing their man.

Then there was the group of girls who were suddenly 'my best friend', all of which wanted to come over to my house to meet my new boyfriend. It was a mess, and I didn't understand why they were all so nuts about meeting Logan. They had gotten their chance just a couple years ago when Logan went to our very own high school. He hadn't dated any of them, though, which I did find odd.

Regardless, my computer had slowed down to a crawl when those people realized that I was actually online. The little bar on the bottom of my page got really small and about fifty boxes squeezed into the little space.

And that was when my computer exploded.

It didn't really explode, it just flickered a little bit, and that had me worried. I had already broken my other laptop under more... unfortunate circumstances, and I really didn't want to be the one to go ask my parents for a sparkly new expensive luxury item.

Ah, yes, the parents. I suppose you're wondering what happened with them, yes?

Well, mom started screaming about the likeliness of babies and how it was a betrayal of her faith that I didn't tell her about this fantastic opportunity. Dad got all grumbly and told me that he was angry he hadn't gotten the opportunity to pull out his fake gun that only shot little plastic spheres at people.

He said that he couldn't really interrogate Logan either, seeing as they already knew everything about him.

So now, whenever mom saw me, she burst into loud, obnoxious squeals that were murder on my wonderful ears.

I was forced to barricade myself up in my room to keep them away, especially Devon. He was still being so calm about everything, I was majorly freaked out. He was a Baily, and our family has a bad tendency to do rash and unnecessary things.

But I had to face my fear sometime, and I would prefer that it be in the next century, so I can see and talk to my wonderful boyfriend.

I couldn't even text him with my own phone because I was getting so many texts from random people filling up my inbox. My phone didn't have as strong of a system as my computer did, so it was taking the new blast in my popularity to an all time high.

So I dealt with it like any normal person would. I stuffed the thing under my bed and decided not to think about it for a while.

Moms face lit up when I sauntered downstairs, but to my relief she didn't make any noise. I happily skipped to the living room, intent on watching something that would numb my brain for a couple hours, when I spotted someone sitting on my couch that didn't exactly belong in my house. Saturday morning and a strange lady is parked on my couch, looking like she had smelled something foul.

"Hello?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows and gazing at her questioningly.

Her eyes snapped from her phone up to my face, where she watched me like a hawk would. She was very pretty, but everything about her looked...sharp. Like I would cut my finger if I tried to shake her hand.