When a girl is left traumatised by the death of her parents, the last thing she needs is romance, right? One year after the death of her parents, Tamara heads to Melbourne to live with her aunt. When she meets the Janoskians, she can't believe how easily it was to make friends. She doesn't tell them about her parents; she likes not having sympathy given to her; she likes being herself around them. It was good not to be pre-judged based on what she had been through. But will her haunted past get in the way of the romance that is beginning to blossom? Can she overcome the emotional barriers and reach out for the help she so desperately needs?

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!