There he was again. The same boy from across the street, staring at you like always. He looked like he was in the middle of throwing the trash away. Even after you talked to him he still looked over here like he had to ask permission to speak to you. You glanced over to him, waving hello as well. You could see him stiffen and continue to throw away the bag in his hand. You closed your book, rolling your eyes. You threw it into your room then carefully hopped down from the little roof perch under your window. You fell down on your back, that wasn't as graceful as you were hoping but you quickly brushed yourself off and stood back up. You hurriedly ran across the street to his house. He heard your footsteps from behind and turned around. You rested your hands on your knees, panting. He chuckled. "Uh you good?" You slowly stood up, nodding. "Yeah i'm good." You placed a hand on his shoulder, a smile creeping onto your face. "Meet me at our spot."

Arthur Kirkland, a famous mystery fantasy writer, is having a hard time to fight his sleep off after a continuous sleepless nights, and needs to finish his new novel in due.. Alfred F. Jones, a third year college law student, currently doing his best to study for his exams, is starting to get bored and fall asleep. Unfortunately for the both off them, they fell asleep, and when the morning came, a lot of things have changed.

It's a new summer. and finding adventure shouldn't be too hard for Vince, Mich, and Taylor. These 3 boys have no clue what there getting themselves into.