He's the new mysterious tenant across the street. She's spent her entire life here. Can he convince her that life isn't a place, but what you keep with you? [Thank you for reading! Just a note that later chapters of A Little Crazy will contain content that is suitable for a mature audience. HAPPY READING! - Christina and Lauren]

Tyler Montgomery is a space geek. He loves Star Wars and Star Trek, Doctor Who and Avatar. But most of all, he believes that we are not alone in the universe, and he's dead set on proving it. No one believes him, he doesn't care. But what will happen when he comes face to face with a real life Alien from out of space? And more importantly, how will he respond when the Alien is tall, dark and handsome? © Copyright to Mouki21 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <SOUNDTRACK> Alien's Exist - Blink182 < Video Killed The Radio Star - The Buggles < Number 1 - Big Bang < Flash - Queen < Star Wars Empire Theme < Alien - Your Favorite Martian < Beautiful - Lee Donghae < Monster - Lady GaGa < Paralyzer - Finger Eleven < Can't Hold On - Shiloh < E.T - Katy Perry < No Light No Light - Florence + The Machine < Nights In White Satin - The Moody Blues < Without U - 2PM < Action - NU'EST <

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.