Faust Lockhart wanted a prince charming and cheap romantics. Saint Dubois needed a dark wild fairy tale, he wanted to be devoured. Two boys, one a bored walking woe-is-me tragedy, and the other a lost prince full of angst and too broken to function. One hypothesis. One stolen kiss. One funeral. Seven days to remember. Whilst battling world-stupidity; punching a kiss -thief like Saint, who was anything but; formulating conclusions on null hypothesis about stealing first kisses; befriending Alexander Holland; drinking Vanilla Bean Frappuccino Grande at 9:30 in the evening; angering NASA for unauthorized rechristening of certain celestial bodies; and dating insatiably insane wild boy, will Faust Lockhart find his own prince charming?