"Well, he's not that bad" I hear myself say, my lips seemingly moving all on their own. They both give me an inquisitive stare. "I mean...". He's sweet and funny, he makes me laugh - that's definitely an achievement. We seem to be able to just sit and talk for ages and ages, which is new with me, and he doesn't seem to tire of listening to my ridiculously high voice and weird laugh. He gets on so well with his little brother; he treasures him. Come on, he actually bakes! But then there is the flipside, I suppose. "He's a bad boy" Lil reminds me, emphasising the word as if that's gonna help me clear my head. "He's hot" she allows, a slight smile tugging at her lips. "But you'll only end up hurt, Tam. And I don't wanna see you getting wrapped up in yet another bad boy story". Tamsin Arakawa's life has just gotten a hell of a lot more cliché; gorgeous sunsets, brilliant blue eyes and a bad boy who seems to only play nice for her. The only saving grace is the fact that, as far as clichés go... it's definitely on the nicer side.