As if life wasn't hard enough being bullied and treated like garbage all the time; my loathsome, insufferable seat mate just had to come with his "secrets" and torture my every waking hour. What's the big deal you say? Nothing except for the fact that he's some insanely beautiful Greek God under those nerdy glasses. And now, he lives next door. I'm Sarah and this is my story. Disclaimer: This story was written in 2011. Just so you know.

For all of her life, Lilith has been running. She ran from her imperfect home. She ran from her unloving father. She ran from the feeling that she harbored that begged for comfort. The only problem is that all of this running made her run towards the wrong arms. It caused her to do something that she will forever regret. Shame drawn out by confusion. An innocent mind looking for something to fill that hollow hole she has. Lilith thought that she had gotten away from everything that had happened to her in Tuscan, Arizona; but apparently not. Her father has moved back to his old house their and is getting re-married. Lilith, the unlucky Lilith, has to attend this wedding from Hell. It's just a week. Anyone can deal with anything for just a week. It's finally time for her to confront her mistake, to confront her feeling and to understand why. With a road trip, a crap wedding and a step mother with horns; Lilith learns that sometimes you can start over. You just need help sometimes-- say, from an unlikely guy like your best friends big brother. The extremely hot big brother.