Everyone is hiding from something; a secret, a lie. Mine just happens to be a curse, one bestowed upon me before my first birthday; a curse that says I'm supposed to die before I turn sixteen. But that isn't going to happen, because I have a plan. You see, it's impossible to prick your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel if you're locked in a cell.

There's not much that's special about Laurence. His grades are average, his athletic skills are average, his social skills are nonexistent, and his muscles? Psh, don't even start. However, he does have one talent: music. Scrawny ol' Laurence can play a grand total of twenty-three different musical instruments. Natalie's a different story. She's a self-destructive compulsive liar, has a peculiar fondness for Mary-Jane kitten heels paired with funky socks, and is the happiest person you'll ever meet. Spontaneity is her specialty and when you're with her, nothing ever goes as planned. So what happens when these two powerful personalities collide?

She has obsessive-compulsive disorder. He finished all the required classes for graduating by his freshman year. She trains in ballet four hours a day, five days a week. He doesn’t understand people. She’s scared of waking up. He’s scared of not knowing the right answers. Two entirely different people, both driven together by their fear… of life. (Cover by GoldLipstick) A/N: Moet is pronounced Mo-ay.