~Not happy with how this story is turning out… So I'm not going to upload anymore until I do some major revision, and I have no idea when that is going to happen. Sorry!~ What happens when Makenzie meets Matt, the lead singer of a band, and unearths a shocking history? Will they succumb to the haunting ghosts of the past, fall to the hurdles of the present, or end up with the dream they dream? (A/N: I'm not very good at writing blurbs, but you should still read my story! :) )

"You and I both know that any girl would kill to be in your position, with me, right now." He smirks, knowing that what he's said is completely and utterly true. Lea Wilson and River Parker don't mix; they don't like the same things, their lives are majorly different. But, what if these two people who are least expected to spend time with each other are doing exactly that? And, not only at school but at home as well. After Lea's house falls apart due to a termite infestation, the Wilson's are invited to stay at an old family friend's mansion of a house. The family friend also happens to be River's father. I'll give you time to digest that information. Yes, you're right. The sarcastic nerd and the egotistical heart-throb live under the same roof and encounter a series of events that make the two do something they didn't think would happen. They grow closer, and closer, and closer, until...well, you'll have to find that out for yourself. Follow them through their adventures of falling in love, getting their hearts broken, and learning lessons that explain there is more to life than they have ever imagined. WARNING(S): Strong Language & Mild Sexual Imagery. UNCOMPLETE. EDITING. ◊ The book trailer to the side is made by @starsandsky ◊ The book cover is made by @LightningStorms

My heart was beating out of my chest. I swallowed back the taste of metal rising in my mouth in result to me biting my lip so hard it began to bleed. My entire being was consumed in rage. It was like a ball in my chest that grew and grew with every step I took towards the place I once called a home. The feeling was made worse by the added betrayal I felt. It was as if I was the hay that broke the camel's back. I'm the cherry on top of the icing on the cake. I'm the period of the last sentence in this book. I will be the end of my parents.

I know I'm not really a poet, but I'm trying to start new things so here I go. It might be a bit strange. Just a warning.