Home alone, through the night you think you hear things. Hear people walking, talking, and taking stuff. So you walk out of your room and check, right? But normally it's nothing, but what if you find someone in your house? Peyton Spencer knows what it's like. That's because she comes face to face with a thief. Will she forgive him, or hate him? Will she take the time to listen to his reasons why, or ignore him and keep hitting him with her frying pan? A confused romance comes between Peyton and her thief, Andrew. Will she run away from him or risk her heart? Drew is someone that has lived on his own for fifteen years now. His main saying is "What doesn't kill me, makes me stronger." Because he has a horrible record, he isn't able to get a job. All that leads to robbing homes, until he finds a home he isn't able to escape. Instead he is trapped inside with a girl that makes him have an ache in his butt. But, the main question is "What would you do?" Will you be like Peyton or like Andrew?

"Through the storm and seas, they live happily ever after together... Forever. The end" mother finished. "Oh, please one more time, mother! Just once more." I begged with big puppies eyes. "No No, dearest. You must go to bed, you have a big day ahead of you" mother said standing up. "Fine... but promise me you'll tell me it tomorrow night then?" "Always, dearest. It's my favorite story too!" she answered reaching for the light, "Now goodnight Rosemary." I heard the ocean crash against the rocks through my shut window. Mother says my name, Rosemary, means 'Dew of the sea or The Sea' and ever since I was born, I can hear it talking. He is my best friend, but when I don't come out to play, He becomes very anger. His waves become towers, and he tends to cry at night. If I'm too far away from him, I grow weak but if I'm close to Him, I am very strong. The story mother was just telling me, is my favorite and it's about a little girl. She is sixteen years old and lives in a Water Tribe. She talks to the water and is able to control it. I am not able to do that; instead, He talks to me and controls me. I know mother is skipping parts of the story. I can feel it, plus He tells me. I ask him to tell me the whole story, but he refuses. I need to learn those parts, and that's where my adventures start. With one more crash against the rocks, I close my eyes, and whisper "Goodnight, friend."