ONE-SHOT! "I'm sure you can dress on your own," Duke told me in amusement, "but you'll have a hell of a time buttoning this by yourself." He grinned. "It defies physics and includes being double-jointed everywhere."

No, Tasha is NOT jealous of her best friend; absolutely not, thank you very much. She just--maybe--has a crush on Zander...

Quote “I was completely brain dead. Really, this was embarrassing. I kept telling myself over and over in my head that I don’t need him. I am perfectly fine on my own. Why would I want to boyfriend, anyway right?” NEW: I posted the wrong version at first!

The moral of the story, you ask? Well, quite simply, don’t get your mail at exactly 6:37 AM after going on a ten mile run… unless you want to fall in love. Cheesy? I think so.

Thaliana Watson and Mason Black are at the top of their own game. They might as well be Wall Street’s power couple, but sometimes, the greatest things in life could lead to the worst. For the ‘Breaking Up, Making Up’ contest.

“Are you decent Monsieur?” I rap my hand on the door and once again, receive no answer. I sigh inwardly; I’ve managed to fit right in with my host family, all except one. One that happens to lie on the other side of this door.

“I will when you tell me the truth,” he demands angry, grabbing my other wrist and initiating a tug of war with me. I pull my arms, trying to rip my wrists from his grasp, and then he pulls them back. “Just give up you’re not going to win this time.”

ONE-SHOT! "I told you that night that I loved you, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Why, for God's sake, did you go off the next morning and get engaged to that asshole?"

DREAM INSPIRED ONE SHOT-The only girl on the team, and the star's school athlete/quarterback, Carter Brent. After hours, locker room first kiss. Part of the One-shot collection.

As long as I could remember, it had always been Maleah and Jake, Jake and Maleah". J & M have been best friends since birth, but at the beginning of high school, Maleah begins to see Jake in a very new way. There was just one prob...Jen. One-shot.

I divert my own eyes from the tube of glittery pink gloss to look at the shaggy blonde headed genius staring at me from the other side of the bench. He puts a thump up, “Come on Avalon, smack on some of that and go dazzle them with your magic lips."

One-shot I guess it depends on who you ask. Trent would say it’s flirting. Andrea would say it’s sexual harassment. Read and decide for yourself. Rated T for language, mostly.

OneShot:: She snapped and he realized he loved the wrong girl.

How is it possible to be in love with a girl you've never met? Well, I know all too well what it's like, and let me tell you, it sucks. One-shot, SKOW writing challenge.

One-Shot sort of Challenge “The next person to knock on your door will be your soul mate.” She deleted the junk mail, and the next second the door bell rang.

“Who are you? God?” I demand. “Maybe I am. And with the way you’ve been treating me, well, you’re going to hell, buddy,” she says indignantly. “Yeah,” I sneer. “I’m sure that God definitely goes around kicking third graders in the balls."

He was gone the first time he heard her laugh. one-shot

I am not gay!" I spat through gritted teeth. "Prove it" I swear I did not think my night would end up with me proving to Scott Curtis that I was not gay! REDONE. So Hopefully Ít's A Little Better This Time.

“I really, really, really hate that I love you.” He smirked. “I know.” // One-shot.

From their childhood spent running through the woods to adulthood and all its perils, Jen and Matt are best friends - it's written in the stars. Anything else is carved in soft ink that they've never payed attention to anyway.

One woman learns just what it means to find the man of her dreams. Much to her surprise.

He was a part-timer at the candy store. She was the junk food addict. After all their chatter, he finally captured her attention in the form of a clodhopper, and kissed her chocolate-stained lips. ONE-SHOT

Taylor, who works at a greeting card store, wants nothing more than to be given a Valentine of her own. But what happens when she has to sell one to the boy she secretly likes?

“Go to hell,” she replies sweetly, reaching out to wind the window in on his fingers when they touch hers, causing her to gasp. She snatches her fingers back and glares at him as he lowers his hand back to the sill. “Do you have a death wish?”

What I am doing is not stalking.It is not, not, not, not stalking. Wait, how many “not”’s is that? I stand before the local Texas Gas station trying not to look like a complete stalker, but I’m not sure if I’m succeeding. My trench coat doesn't help.