All Clara Harken's life has ever been is ballet, with her mom being a world renown ballerina and all. So when the pressure cracks Clara, and she throws her pointe shoes out the window, who are they destined to fall on? The most cliche boy in the book; Max Brewell. The boy with no cares, no worries, no responsiblities, and more importantly, not a lick of dance in his life. Naturally, she has to go after her shoes, and of course, she has to agree to go on a roadtrip with a complete stranger across the country. Right? Wrong. So, if she said no, how on Earth did she end up on the other side of the country, covered in paint, and stuck in a moter boat with no gas in the middle of Lake Michigan with him? Ask Marnie.