Of Painted Water (Logan Lerman Love Story)

Daily Dose of Mediocre Puzzles

Robin left a couple hours later, forcing me to promise to call her within the next two weeks to hang out. She was very happy with the turn of events and my 'potential relationship with Logan', even going so far as to call Fred up on the phone and tell him that she won the bet.

"Meh, I'm happy to be wrong. Enjoy that piece of ass, Nikki." he had said loudly over the speaker phone, and to my mortification Dev had been walking by.

He had glared at me and made the 'I've got my eye on you' gesture, before creeping out of the room in what I suppose he thought was a secretive strut. It wasn't secretive, only frightening.

When dinner rolled around mom called us all to the table, chatting excitedly about her friend Mari who's daughter was having a baby soon. I rolled my eyes at her suggestive hints, before clearing my plate and heading to bed. My conversation with Robin was still fresh in my mind, and my mind had a terrible tendency of keeping me up at night with thousands of different ideas.

They aren't even good ideas.

Some of them we're just simple little things like a machine that pushes buttons on the remote for you. You know, this had been something Devon was talking to me about earlier. He's infiltrating my brain!

New Mission: the elimination of the one who's name rhymes with Revon Daily.

Sometimes, my subtlness astounds even me.

The next morning was rough, mostly because mom decided that the way to rouse me from my slumber was to just shove a wailing Lucy into my bed and run away. I mean, who the fucking hell just drops a wailing toddler in a room, knowing fully well that the woman inside said room probably has intentions to kill.

Damn her. She knows that I could never hurt the little munchkin.

It was a challenge getting up and out of bed, when in actuality I should be jumping around like crazy because of how much sleep I've had in the past couple days. I guess lazing around makes you extra tired, because you know that shit makes sense.

My bed was cozy, but I did get out to comfort the little goofball who was absolutely wailing. I mean, she wasn't just sniffling and letting a couple tears drop, no, this was full out screams that made me think she was being murdered. Her cheeks were slick with moisture, and her whole face was blotchy red.

I pulled her into my arms and sat with her on the floor, stroking her hair and cooing sweet nothing's. Finally she calmed down, and sauntered my way to the first floor, where everyone was doing something else.

Mom called me from her spot on the couch, where she had been flipping through one of the trashy magazines that she got from the line at the *shudder* grocery store.

"Nikki, we're having dinner with the Lermans tonight. Lisa booked a room at that new Olive Garden on rout twenty five. " she called lazily, and I dumped Lucy on the couch next to her before stomping off to the kitchen to have my cereal.

Dev was already sitting at the table, munching away on my food.

A couple years ago, Dev and a group of his demonic friends ate all of my breakfast cereal, and since that fateful day I had demanded that if mom was going to buy a box of goodness for me, then she would have to buy Dev his own so that he wouldn't devour mine.

Right now, it was very clear that he had surpassed the boundaries I had been so careful to construct, because his empty box had been thrown aside in all it's empty glory,while he kept re-filling his bowl with my box. The nerve, I tell you.

But yelling at someone who would forget his own name a minute later is really tiring, so I just slumped down in my chair and poured myself a bowl.