"Let's dance."
"Now?"
"Yeah, let's dance in the moonlight."
It was midnight, and a young French girl had just found out that her crush liked her back. *Liked*. Past tense.
What is she going to do when she eventually finds out that 'dancing in the moonlight' was all just an act to him?
Because to her, it was real.
The feeling isn't mutual...
**Read this story to find out what happens between the two of them.
"What? Are we housing the French homeless now?" I snort again. That's what her accent sounded like, French.
"Raven Martin Matthews!" My mother gasped. "Be nice!" She turned to the girl and lead the way, "Come let me show you to your room."
"And oh to be clear, I'm French-Australian," she narrowed her eyes at me.
"That doesn't make any sense," I roll my eyes and grab the suitcases, following behind them.
...
Liz is forced to move across the hemisphere and move in with her godmother, Claudia, and her horrible son, Raven, yes like the black bird.
Raven doesn't like people invading her personal space, and doesn't trust easily. And worse, he tests the shit out of Liz from the day she moved in.
Liz on the other hand, is a survivor. What she is a survivor of? Read to find out ;)