Status: Completed -- Mikee and Solomon's story began in a rush - a dizzying dance of fate, a tidal wave pulled in by the moon's insistent tug. Everything felt right. It was a perfect storm. But like most things that burn too bright, too fast, it always risked disappearing just as quickly. Now, Mikee is left wondering: What if everything he believed was real... wasn't? What if it all began with a lie - a carefully hidden betrayal disguised as fate? Their love felt like destiny. But what if it had been built on deception from the very start?

Just like those asymptotes that don't touch lines yet are so close to them. We were close to achieving forever but that will forever now be an ALMOST.

"Hello?" I asked, my voice groggy from sleep. "Do you want to have phone sex?" a deep, sexy voice said at the other end of the line. "W-what?!" I bolted upright, pulling the sheet over me. "Who's this?" "I said, do you want to have phone sex and you have to guess who this is" he said, and then I knew. Seventeen-year old Leona Goodman is a normal teenager, who is awkward, shy and not to mention of being the only girl in her school for being a virgin. Add the Casanova Henry Phillips, the famous bad boy in Eastview high, famous for taking [every] girl's virginity. Both are from different worlds, until they were put together as partners to look after an egg. An egg that they must look after if they both want to pass their last year of high school, or risk it and start the same year again. And with sparks flying everywhere, will this two able to say "Je t'aime" just right in time?