<p><strong><em>Josie</em></strong></p><p>I''m not known for being a shrinking violet. In fact, I''m probably a professional flirt, if we''re looking for a definition. But when the next door neighbor gets on my nerves, I take all of my powers and use them for evil. Like having condoms and adult diapers delivered to his house, or putting a suction cup *ahem*eggplant* on the tailgate of his truck before his morning commute. He bats those stunning eyelashes at me, and my whole perception of myself goes ass over tequila bottle. I have to ask myself...<strong>is it time for a truce?</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong><em>Levi</em></strong></p><p>I''ve never met someone who makes me as unhinged as Josie; the fun-sized redhead is just <em>so </em>easy to provoke. A truce? Never. After our pranks escalate so far even my <em>mother </em>gets involved, no amount of tequila shots can stop the naughty capers...even after they''ve gone too far. Now we have to leave behind the pran