A/N: okay, so, thank God, kat got inspired at this lame benefit concert she was at last night and finally finished chapter seven. Luckily her friends betaed it and she got some back so she could post it…cause I know how much you all have been flipping out about wanting more. I am pleased that no one has threatened to kill me, and quite frankly, I don't even remember who had threatened, just that it was starting to happen.

Uhm…….lets see. Already warned you about the whole inspiration thing. And also, with that, I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo busy. Really, you have NO idea. Let me tell you for a second. You got a sec? Too bad, ima tell you any ways. Here's the deal.

I am 17, a Junior in High School and a Freshman in college (cool deal program called running start where I can take classes at both the college and the high school AND I get college and HS credit for the college classes I take) I have HS from 745am – 10:47 am then college, this quarter at least, I have class from 630pmn-930pm on Tuesday nights. So that alone is swamping. On top of that I have not one, but TWO jobs. I work at a coffee shop called Solid Ground Coffee Shop from 12-3 on both Tuesday and Friday. (this is for all those people out there that are stalking me so they can, you know, track me down.) so anyways. And then on Mon, Wed, I work from 12pm-330pm and thur I work 130pm-330pm at the college as a lab aid in the computer lab. So on an averaged day I don't get home till well after four or five pm. Later if I want to have any sort of a social life. Then also on Monday nights I have a meeting I go to from 6pm till when ever it gets done (usually like, I dunno 11-midnight) then on Wednesday I have another meeting at 7pm and usually I go out after that meeting till around 10 or so. (ok, I just noticed how long this note is, forgive me, but hey! I'm explaining here. And I can so NOT do that in one tiny paragraph. So I mean that is my life. Then try fitting in a social life in there. and eating and sleeping and then chores and the parents wanting you home instead of gone all the time and then trying to keep in touch with your friends spread world wide (thank you Lord for the internet) and then on top of ALL that. You guys want me to write more ASAP.

Consider yourself lucky I find time when I do. smiles so that is kat. Fun life hey? nods yea. Ok

ONE MORE THING, before I go. I'm really curious what demographic is reading my story. So if you really want to get brownie points in my book…review (1) and in your review tell me how old you are and shoot and your gender in there and I might send you a surprise winks ok……you guys are bored now I can tell. So on with the story!

~Summer Magic~

Logan slowly shifted as sleep began to leave his body. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked around. Yawning and shifting again, Logan froze. He was in Max's suite. More so, he was on Max's couch, with Max curled up against him.

As he stared down at her sleeping figure the night came back to him. He remembered offering his shoulder to her after she'd been fidgeting for near a half-hour. He hadn't thought she's use it but to his surprise, and maybe a tad bit of pleasure, she had sided up to him and soon after fallen asleep.

The rest of the night he had sat half watching the movie and half reminding himself that she was just the girl across the street. Sometime in the last of the movies, he couldn't remember which; Max had snuggled closer to him. He had moved his arm around her and she had moved her hand to his chest. With each passing second his 'girl across the street' theory was failing miserably. But he had fought hard and gone back to watching the movie. Ignoring the sensations he felt by the single hand that rested on his chest, he focused on the movie. After fighting and watching he ended up so tired he too fell asleep.

Now he sat, staring down at the sleeping woman on his chest. Logan furrowed his brow. Maybe she wasn't the girl across the street anymore. She sure as heck didn't look like it. Not anymore anyway. He remembered the young and annoying little brat that ran around his yard yelping and screeching in the most inopportune times. She was far from that little brat now. Question is; why was he just now realizing it? Why he was realizing how she looked so much older now that her face had narrowed and her figure was definitely that of a woman. And her lips - Logan took in a breath. He could get lost in her lips.

Shaking his head he looked over to the larger of the couches where Nic lay. Her back was too them, her breath rhythmically set with Max's. . Maybe she was right. Maybe something had been there all along and he just hadn't realized it.

He looked back to Max, her head resting on his chest. If he didn't get up that something he wasn't sure was there sure was sure as hell going to turn into something. Taking a deep breath he slowly began to move his arm to try and push her away to stand. He was almost free when Max shifted so that her head was tilted up towards Logan's face. He looked down at her, his heart pounding.

He gazed at her face, his whole 'girl-next-door' theory completely being blown out of the water. His eyes centered on her lips, 'Kissing her is not an option.' He told himself. 'Definitely not.' He reminded himself as his head leaned down, bringing her lips that much closer to his. His mind screamed for him to look away but his head lowered more, their lips almost touching. His breath caught; their lips were so close he could feel her breath on his own. His lips had barely brushed hers when Max's eyes shot open and she sprang back, knocking his mouth with her head.

"What the hell are you doing!" she yelped

Logan closed his eyes and brought his hand up to his lip, "God, you have a hard head."

Max glared at Logan, "What. The. Hell. Were. You. Doing." She repeated.

Logan looked at Max and then stood, "Sorry, I just…"

"You just what?" Max demanded, also standing.

"Nothing, I just nothing." Logan tried.

Max stepped closer to him, her voice fluctuating, "I swear to everything that is holy, if you ever do anything like that again, so help me god, I will…"

"Oh my god!" Nic yelled, rolling over, "Would you two just kiss and get it over with before you explode?"

Max stared at Nic in shock and made a face, "Ugh…No. That is just disturbing Nic."

Nic looked at Logan, "What about you lover boy? Tell me you don't want to kiss her."

Logan glared at Nic, "Shut up Nic." He growled, storming off to his suite.

Nic smiled smugly and rolled back over, "Happy now? He's gone."

Max's glare at Nic held daggers, "Why do you say stuff like that Nic? Why?"

Nic rolled back over and rolled her eyes, "Maxie, sweetie, if there were any more repressed feelings between you and Logan the world would cave in from pressure."

"Shut up!" Max shrieked, storming off to the master bedroom and slamming the door.

Nic rolled back over again and smiled, "Well, that went well."

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Max walked along the beach, moist sand squishing between her toes with each step, cool water passing over them as wave after wave rolled along the shore, the warm sun shining on her olive skin.

The morning had been interesting, to say the least. She had not expected to wake up with Logan in her face like that. But what bugged her almost more than that was the fact that she didn't mind so much that he'd been so close to her. She didn't know if she was more frustrated that he had seemingly been trying to kiss her or the fact that he hadn't succeeded in kissing her?

Max sighed, adjusting her sarong. And the way he'd been looking at her lately. Max looked down at herself. She wore the top to her black bikini and a deep maroon sarong with white outlined hibiscus. She looked the same as always, didn't she?

Max continued walking along the shoreline, adjusting her sunglasses as she went. She glanced at the people higher up on the beach; kids were laughing and playing, men and women lying on their towels and blankets relaxing. Even a few sandcastles were scattered about the sand.

Sighing again, Max looked to the water, the soft lull of the waves breaking on the shore. It was so peaceful out there, so beautiful, so amazing, so…Max looked up as she heard a voice cry, "Look out!"

She turned her head to see what was going on as a green Frisbee connected with her left temple, knocking her sunglasses onto the ground. She stood, too shocked to move for a second before she knelt down to grab her sunglasses. As her hand reached for them someone else's hand also reached for them.

"Hey, I'm so sorry. It got away from me." The voice said.

Max shook her head and shrugged, "It's no biggie. I wasn't watching where I was going."

The guy looked at her, "Are you sure…Max?"

Max looked at the guy for the first time, "Logan? What are you stalking me now?"

Logan stood, her sunglasses in hand, "Hey, I said it was an accident, I didn't see you, and besides, I didn't throw the thing in the fist place. So, it wasn't my fault!" Logan argued.

"So you didn't see me?" Max said through clenched teeth.

"Uh…no…I mean yeah…I mean, I just."

"Oh, so you did see me?" Max challenged.

"We didn't know it was you! And we really didn't think it would hit you, just land near you." Logan cried, throwing his arms up into the air.

"Oh" Max said in mock understanding, "So you try to violate me by kissing me with out my consent and now you're throwing your toys at me. What's next? You going to pull on my braids too?"

Logan's eyes widened in frustration, "No!" he growled, "One of the guys pointed you out, said you looked hot, and then dared me to go talk to you." Max shot a pointed glare his way, "Hey," hey continued raising his hands in defense, "I told them no, honestly I didn't realize it was you till just now, but still. I said no and was perfectly happy going back to the game. But the next thing I know, that moron has thrown the Frisbee this way." Logan took a breath, "I tried to stop it, Max, I swear." Off of Max's look Logan tried again, "Max, I'm so sorry. It really was an accident." Offering his hand out to her his voice lowered, "Truce?"

Max sneered at his hand, "Logan, look..." she began, "No…Just, Gosh, I don't know. Just get away from me right now." Max finished, her lost and confused mind mixed with the sting of the Frisbee causing tears to spring to her eyes. Trying to hold them back, Max bit her lip.

"Hey," Logan's tone softened and he tilted her head up with his finger so she was looking at him, "I really am sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't' want them to."

Max looked back at him, his finger still holding her chin up causing her throat to dry, "No," Max said sighing, "I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you. I just…I want to be alone, ok?"

Logan lowered his finger from her chin, "You sure? I mean, if you want some company…"

"No," Max shook her head, "I'm ok, really. Maybe later."

Logan nodded, "Yea, again, I'm so sorry Max." he said, brushing his hand across where a slight red mark was starting to show on her face.

Max looked up at him as his hand ran across her face and her whole mouth went dry. For the first time, she noticed that Logan was standing across from her in nothing but his board shorts.

Her eyes traveled from his face down his smooth, tan chest. Well defined, smooth, tan chest at that. Max closed her eyes and bit her lip, 'Not the time to be having those kind of thoughts Max.' Max looked up at Logan, their eyes locking.

As Max had been slightly staring at Logan, his gaze had been locked on to her stomach. Maybe it was his hand on her face but for some reason he suddenly took notice of what Max was wearing. How her smooth golden skin was begging to be touched. Logan clenched his fists and closed his eyes, 'Stop it.' he told himself. Logan looked at Max, their eyes meeting. The two stared into each other's eyes for a moment, unconsciously moving closer to one another. Logan idly rubbed his fingers along her cheek, as the two moved closer together and their heads leaned towards one another.

Logan took in a breath, wanting to freeze the moment as sirens sounded in Max's head. They were mere seconds from their lips touching when Max jumped back, "Uhm…Yea. I'll talk to you later." With that she turned and walked off, leaving Logan standing, his hand in mid-air.

As he was reminding himself to breathe the guy who'd thrown the Frisbee jogged over, "Dude, you so were about to score!" he exclaimed, "What happened?"

Logan blinked a few times before the words processed, "Oh, nothing…she had an eyelash oh her face, I was just getting it off."

The guy stared at Logan in disbelieve, "Oh man! You have got to be kidding me!"

"Just an eye lash man." He said, grabbing the Frisbee and walking across from the guy to continue their game. When he was a far enough distance away he turned around and his eyes roamed to Max's figure off in the distance. "Right." He said to himself, "Just an eyelash."

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Max took deep breaths, 'Oh my god, that was so close. What was I thinking!' Max reprimanded herself. Looking over her shoulder, Max saw Logan talking to some guy and shaking his head then walking away with the Frisbee. It had been an accident, nothing purposeful about any of it. 'Yeah, right.' She scoffed as she turned back around, 'Must be the sun. Yes, definitely the sun.'

She looked over her shoulder at him again. He was back to playing catch again. Maybe she did want him to come along…'No!' she thought to herself, 'Just Logan, Just the ass hole across the street; the guy that burned my hair and put JELL-O in my new shoes. Max's head snapped forward, "Oh god," she moaned. "This is so not happening."

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A/N: pretty great huh? Heehee…ok, so I'm back again. This time ima say my thank you's and whatever else I forgot up in the novel of an A/N I wrote up there. (sorry bout that, got a LITTLE carried away)

So Thank you to Amanda and Jen for the beta….you guys ROCK! winks

And I need to have a little section here JUST for Bec. Cause…well cause, Bec. I swear. Sam has been surfing hotline.com for a friggen plane ticket to Australia muttering about scoring and twins and what not. I will have nothing to do with it personally, but I just thought you might want to know. Oh and warn nic too. Cause…well, it's Sam, she's impulsive. Lord knows what the girl will do.

Oh, and Kimmy! I know you I didn't get a beta from you before I posted. So if there's any mistakes, blame it on Amanda and Jen smiles ok, you can blame me too for missing them. sigh

Ok, anyone else I missed. Sorry, I'm just focused on getting this thing posted now so I'm rushing through this equally long A/N. shakes head so yea. You guys know the drill, let me know what you think, oh and don't forget the whole age/gender thing I asked about. I really wanna know who is reading this sucker. Thanks for all the reviews too! You guys rock! Every last one of you! kat smiles see you guys in about a week I assume (but do not quote me on that)