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**Saturday, The Next Morning**

Everything's a blur… The last thing I remember is rolling around in whipped cream.

The whipped cream in my hair helped confirm that theory.

I held my sheets closer to my body, which was also covered in whipped cream. Whipped cream does not belong in certain places, I thought to myself as I peered underneath the sheets.

I pulled myself up off the hardwood floor and looked down. Logan was stirring in his sleep, hair streaked with whipped cream as well. I think this would be the opportune moment to shower and get dressed without another incident.

It took at least 20 minutes to wash all of the whipped cream off but I succeeded. About 45 minutes later I stood in the mirror, proudly admiring my now manageable hair. God bless Treseme`!

Two arm snaked around my waist and I felt someone's sticky lips press against my neck.

"Hey watch it! I just showered. I don't need you getting me all sticky again."

He smirked and pressed his body closer to mine. "You know you loved it."

I turned around and faced him. His eyes captured half of my attention. The rest was on the gray sky outside.

"No wonder the sky is grey today, all the blue is in your eyes." I said gesturing towards the sky, trying to distract him.

"And you call me corny?" We both laughed as I slid out of the door and down the stairs.

"Get in the shower already. I don't need you making anymore work for me to do.' I said motioning towards my room.

"Fine… But remember, the shower door is always open for you." He said with a wink.

Once he shut the door, I heard the shower start 2 seconds later. My kitchen cabinet was calling my name. Ahhh pop tarts. They've never steered me wrong.

**10 Minutes Later**

Just as I put the delicious breakfast dessert to my lips, the front door swung open. There in my doorway stood my gold digging best friend, Candi Devereaux.

"Oh my fucking gosh! Candi where the hell have you been? I missed you, you crazy, gold digging slut!" We hugged and jumped around for several minutes.

"I missed you, you demonic alcoholic! I told you I have a modeling jobs overseas. Didn't you get the pictures I sent?"

"No! My mom sent me to live with my dad this summer. No friends. And then she…"

Her eyes widened, "She what? I've been gone for 2 months, I need updates, details my darling, details!" She said, grabbing a pop tart off the table.

"She got married."

She stopped devouring the pop tart long enough to say, "Who? How many? How long? Met how?"

"John Lerman, one son, Logan, 3 months, business trip in May."

She slid her designer Prada shades off and grazed her lips with the tip, threw her giant hat on the couch and dropped her clutch on the table. Candi had been modeling since she was little and got a job modeling in a cultural magazine that took her to India, Abu Dhabi, Italy, and Paris. I could tell she was already wondering about Logan, which made me wish he hadn't come down the stairs right then.

"Wow. I missed him for trashy male models." She said gawking in Logan's direction.

Logan had on nothing but a towel. He certainly knows how to make a good first impression. Candi caught my eyes wandering over Logan's body and nearly jumped out of her skin.

"So I see you're still as high maintenance as ever. Your standards went from twin brothers to step-brothers." She said only amusing herself.

"Candi do I need to bring up the time you got a nose job and a collagen injection to look like you do now? You look like Megan Fox's little sister"

Logan chimed in. "And that's a bad thing how? She's still hot."

Like I thought. A serious tool. Mixed emotions are all he feels. He can't commit to one girl. I don't know why I thought we could be together. 1.) It's wrong. 2.) He's a tool. 3.) Him + Candi+ Vodka= Trouble. 4.) I love Candi like a sister, but she still owes me for stealing my last 3 boyfriends.

"See. He thinks it was a success. And my modeling portfolio is even more proof of how looking like a celeb can boast your confidence and notoriety."

"I can't argue. You do make more than my mom's salary per year." I said admitting defeat.

"Well I have to jet. Thanks for the pop tart and the eye candy," She said winking at Logan, who simply shrugged. "I'll see you tomorrow at the party?"

"Of course. And yes, Logan is coming too." I said in a playful tone.

"Mwah.! Love you! Mean it!" She said as she closed the door after a long struggle with her luggage.

"You have interesting taste in friends. But not as interesting as your taste in boys." Logan said walking towards me.

"Well they're the people that get me. And the boys… they're a whole different story I can't even explain." I stuttered as I backed into the couch.

"We have all day… and night. Now explain." He said pinning me against a wall with his arms on either side of me.

"I will. As soon as you put on some clothes." I slid under his arms and pulled at his towel, which he caught before it fell to the floor.

My phone started to blare Miss Independent by Kelly Clarkson. It was my mom calling from the Hampton's. She said that her and John would be staying for an extra week and wouldn't be back until the next weekend. More time alone with Logan. Is that a good thing or a bad one? Maybe both.

I hung up phone and ran to my room. It's insane how good this boy looks with and without clothes. Before I knew it I was uttering words I thought I'd never say.

"You. Me. Bed. Now." My hand flew over my mouth once I realized what I just said.

"Why Scarlett, I simply cannot believe you take advantage of me that way. I'm just a poor defenseless boy." He said pretending to be in awe.

"You know you like it." I said pushing him on his bed. "Oh God, I feel like we've switched places. Quick, say something corny and perverted."

"Okay, I wrote you a poem." He cleared his throat loudly and stood to face me. "Roses are red, lemons are sour Open your legs, and give me an hour."

"How long did it take you to come up with that one?" I said furrowing my brow.

"About 2.25 seconds, but I don't wanna brag." He said laying down next to me.

"So we have another week alone. Joanna and John are staying in the Hampton's for another week."

I've never seen his eyes light up so bright. He looked like a toddler trapped in a toy factory built out of sugar.

"Well that only leaves one thing to do." He said patting his lap.

I obediently straddled him. "And what would that be?" I said laughing.

My laughter was interrupted by his shriek of pain.

"OW!" He yelled holding his hand to his lip.

"Awwww. What's wrong?"

"I bit my lip."

"And I can help how?"

"Kiss it and make it better." He said with a smirk playing on his lips.

Before I knew it, our lips collided. Chills ran through my body and I could feel my heart racing. God I love this feeling!