A house at the beach. A bunch of hot strangers. A three-month party that's off the hook. Everyone's in the Cape Cod share for something: the bling, to make bank, a Kennedy. Or running from something: their past, a bad breakup. The housemates are all really different. It's looking like a long hard summer. Until the blowout party that changes everything. The concept is sweet and simple. Someone gets a house and rents out the rooms to total strangers. No one sleeps, no one cleans, certainly no one gets their own room. To pay for their share of the crib, the housemates each take some crappy summer job. Working the fry-o-later, squeegeeing the tennis courts, parking cars in the blazing sun, all while recuperating from the night before. It's summer-prime time for tanning, hooking up, and living in the Party Zone. In the CC house, everyone's out for something (the bling, a Kennedy, a nightly hook-up). Or running from something (an ex, some sketchy past). Can a group so different survive two months in a damp, dank 3Br.? On the other coast, surfing is the primo activity when the LB shares aren't, well, see above. Only, this house is keeping some secrets. Dangerous ones that could blow the roof off their massive house on the beach.