A vacation. A cruise. A boy. A disaster. Vacation. The thing Aurora dreaded most about the summer. Oh no, never the impending doom of going back to prison-like boarding school in Montana... oh no, not that. She dreaded the family vacation-- where she had to pretend that she liked her parents, act like the perfect, non-teenage girl and listen to her parents drone on and on about how well their family stocks are doing. Usually, the family vacations have nothing exciting about them, but she felt that this one was definitely going to be different when she locked eyes with him from across the lounge area. She just hoped it would be a good different. But Aurora didn't know half of what she was getting into when she stepped onto that cruise liner.