A new house suddenly appears at the end of the road and Adrienne is the only one that seems to notice. She also can't remember the inhabitants, Grayson and his brother Lonzac who is too good to be true and wants Adrienne to go away with him. But where?
What follows is an adventure that is literally out of this world.


3. Chapter Three

“Oh my head,” groaned Dionne the next morning.

She had slept over at mine after the party and was curled up on the futon.

“How much did you drink?” I asked amused, propping myself up with my elbows.

We had gotten back to my house in the early hours of the morning. Lonzac hadn’t spoken to me again for the rest of the party, but I had felt his heavy gaze on me the whole time.

Dionne squinted at me, her brown eyes hurt by the light streaming through my curtains. “I can’t remember. “

“Do you remember making out with Rob Cross?” Smirking, I sat up.

“Rob Cross? I didn’t, did I?” At my nod she pulled the duvet over her head. “Oh my God, why didn’t you stop me?”

“I tried to, but you wouldn’t listen.”

“Oh I can’t believe I did that . . . what about you? Did you get with anyone?” asked Dionne, peering over the edge of the duvet.

I shook my head.

“Funny, I thought Grayson might try and kiss you.”

Shocked I said, “What? He doesn’t like me that way, does he?”

“He’s always watching you,” she told me, rubbing her face.

I disagreed with that. Last night it had been Lonzac watching me, not Grayson.

“Why couldn’t it have been Lonzac I made out with?” Dionne heaved that dreamy sigh and closed her eyes. “He’s a total dreamboat. He’s got that whole mysterious thing going on, and he’s super buff.”

Clambering out of bed I threw my pillow at her. “Come on, you can’t lie there all day, time to get up.”



Dionne had made a full recovery by the time she went home that afternoon, so her mum didn’t suspect anything. Her mum was nice, just really strict. So if she knew that Dionne had gone to a party, dressed in a miniskirt, gotten drunk and made out with a guy she hardly knew, her mum would not be happy at all. Instead she thought that Dionne and I had spent the evening watching DVDs.  

I was stood on my drive wondering what to do with myself next when Grayson came running up to me.

“Hey Adrienne, how are you feeling today?” he asked smiling.

“Hi, I’m fine thanks. You should have seen Dionne this morning.”

“She sure knows how to party.”

Laughing I replied, “Yeah, she does.”

“You’re not doing anything now are you?” said Grayson.

Wondering what he had in mind, I replied, “Nope, I haven’t got any plans

“Come with me, there’s something you’ll want to see.” He grinned.

Grayson wouldn’t give me any clues as to what it was that he wanted to show me so much, so I was very curious as he led me to the garage of his house.

“Ok, close your eyes.”

“What? Why?”

“Just do it, Adrienne.” He laughed.

Begrudgingly I did as he asked.

His skin was cold as he took my hand. “I’m taking you into the garage now, so no peeking.”

I let Grayson guide me forwards and I was silent as he positioned me to his liking.

“Right, you can look now,” he told me. His voice betrayed nothing.

Slowly opening my eyes I gasped at what I saw. I recognised it straight away. It was Dora, the car my dad and I had been restoring. Reaching out, I touched the bonnet, to check that what I was seeing was real, and had to force back tears. “But . . . how?”

“Lonzac knew how much it meant to you. It was his idea. He found it,” said Grayson.

Tears leaked down my face and I wiped them away with the back of my hand. “Thank you, thank you so much.”

“He said that you can keep it here. He got some parts for you as well.”

I hadn’t felt so happy in such a long time but I couldn’t help but wonder what Lonzac wanted in return.

Grayson was beaming at me. “You can come and work on it whenever you want. So, when are you going to start?”



I was singing along to one of my favourite tunes, lying on a skateboard toiling away under Dora, when someone yanked my leg pulling me out from under the chassis.

“Hello Adrienne.” Lonzac grinned at me, white teeth flashing.

Standing up, I wiped my hands on my oily overalls, aware that I must have looked a mess. “Hi Lonzac, thank you for this, it was very kind of you.”

“You’re very welcome. I hope that you will be happier now. You have some oil on your cheek,” he told me, reaching out and wiping the smudge of oil away.

Lonzac’s skin was hot on mine and I felt my heart flutter at his touch.

Moving away I wiped my dirty hands on a rag. “Have you been at work?”

It was late afternoon and that was the first time I had seen Lonzac all day.

“Not even travel agents work on a Sunday in this town, Adrienne.” He laughed.

Leaning back carefully against Dora, I asked, “You’re a travel agent?” That explained why he had asked if I wanted to go far away then. He must have been offering me a holiday. Lonzac didn’t really seem like the travel agent sort though. If anything I had thought that he was a model.

Lonzac’s eyebrows drew into a frown. “I told you about my job before. Don’t you remember?”

“Uh yeah, of course I do, sorry I’m such a scatterbrain,” I lied turning away. “I’d better get going. Mum will be wondering where I am. Thanks again.”

Mounting my skateboard I got the hell out of there, aware that Lonzac’s eyes followed me every inch of the way.



The sound of a plate smashing drew me from my room. Walking into the kitchen I found Mum standing over the broken plate with tears running down her face, the phone in her hand.

“Mum, what’s wrong?” I asked pulling her into a hug.

Sniffing, she answered, “I . . . I’ve been offered a promotion.”

“That’s fantastic news! So why are you crying?” I was confused. Mum worked so hard she deserved to do well at work, but she didn’t seem at all happy about this promotion.

“It’s in Melbourne, Australia.”

The blood drained from my face. “Australia but . . . but that’s half way around the world.”

“I know Adrienne but I think I should accept it,” said Mum gazing at me as she gauged my reaction.

“Why? Why can’t we just stay here?” I asked quietly.

Her expression softened. “It will be a new start for us. I think that’s what we need, to get away from all this.” She gestured to the room.

“My friends are here, my memories of Dad . . . I don’t want to leave,” I protested angrily.

“I know, sweetheart, but once we’re out there things will be better, you’ll see.” Mum’s eyes were begging for me to understand, to give in.

Shaking my head I said, “I’m sorry Mum, but I’m staying.”

“Adrienne . . .”

“Don’t try and talk me into leaving.”

The pieces of broken plate crunched under my shoes as I ran upstairs.

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