“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.

Just some super short, light fluff reliving a scene I witnessed in Florida. oneshot

FORTHERIDICULOUSLYHAPPYONESHOTSCONTEST! "A 101 pounds of fun, that's my little Honeybun. Only 60 inches high, every inch is packed with dynamite." The song was made for Honey, my bestfriend of 5 years. Yeah, I've loved her for that long too. ONEshot! R&R!

One shot. Sometimes when you mess things up with your girlfriend it only takes a priest, a red balloon, frozen peas and evil triplets to set things right again. This is that story.

A series of oneshots that I will add on to. Each one has to do with two people and a competitive thing between them.

All I meant to do was steal the shiny off his arm, I didn't mean to lick the shiny lip ring. Great, he's my brother's beat friend. yesterday I paid him no attention, today, all because of the stipid shiny, I can't even do calc. oneshot

He has got the wolrds greatest boxers. From Scooby Doo to Tweety Bird. I happen to like to stare at his boxers in the morning not, that I should be. I can't help it, the man doesn't close his curtains. Ok I'll admit I'm obsessed with boxers. That is SAD.

“You’re in my seat.” I glanced up, about to reply that you didn’t have assigned seating in the school library. But this person was a male, a male sixth former and a fit one at that. Still, I wasn't going to move. And he couldn’t make me. Right? ONESHOT

It's all Mitch's fault! He's the one who convinced me that 16 is not too old to swing from the clothesline.. --one.shot--

He was the boy that wore all black. I was the girl that made my own luck. We were both quite odd. "You're the reason I'm still crazy," I told him. He looked at me eyebrow raised. "Me?" he asked. "Yeah," I said grinning. "I'm CRAZY 'bout you."

...But You Can't Kiss Me. Oliver mistakes Caitlin for his girlfriend and kisses her, before noticing that she's not his girlfriend. A short friendship forms, until realizing that there's something else between them. Het, fluff, oneshot :D

It takes another minute of coaxing, and five people get in line for the coaster before us, but finally Kady acquiesces. “If I die,” she says, extremely seriously, “I am going to haunt your ass."

“In case you haven’t noticed, Erickson, we’re stuck in a goddamned hole until someone has the decency to come and find us. How about we call it a truce for one night?” I had no idea then just how much that truce would change my life. Love2HateYou contest

When Disney gives you unrealistic expectations about love, you're going to look beyond anyone who doesn't look like Prince Charming."Well, your name isn't Eric and you don't have blue eyes or black hair," she said solemnly,"But I guess you'll do."ONE-SHOT

He cheated on me," I sobbed. "Jason cheated on me. He can't do this to me!" "He did," Jackson said. "For six months." One-shot.

She hated him, he hated her. They were friends growing up, but in high school, they drifted apart. Now, with her best friend's marriage, they're together again. FOR THE I LOVE TO HATE YOU CONTEST.

He was the silent, brooding type - tall, dark and handsome. He was the kind of guy my mother constantly told me to steer clear of. I didn't think twice as I hopped onto his motorcycle. Well, I guess it was a good thing I wasn't a mummy's girl. Oneshot.

In that moment, I hated him more than I had ever hated anyone before. I knew it was more than just petty anger, because every fibre of my being burned with longing to see him dead or just gone. Oneshot for the I Love To Hate You contest.

“You want to be with me, just as much, if not more than I want to be with you." A flicker of something passed through her expression. “I’ll get over it." //One-Shot//