You can stand there with your scowly face, your authorative red shorts, and your man muscles, but I am not taking off this jacket. One Shot. Rated for minor language.

One plus one equals two. Yellow plus blue equals green. Two crazy in love best friends equals the cutest couple ever. But one surly Mr. I-don't-believe-in-happy-endings, plus one slightly insane Little Miss Matchmaker? Not even Newton can find an answer.

The EAHoDSC is a long-standing tradition for Adelaide and her friends. But what happens when one of her other traditions - the delicious Charlie Harris - joins the fray? You know, besides the traditional inordinate amounts of sexual tension?

So his friends abandoned him with this crazy-amazing girl and he was utterly defenseless. Those monsters! Oneshot.

“Well at least I don’t hook up with every blonde bimbo who crosses my path,” I say venomously, which was so, so stupid. Allison James isn’t even blonde – I’m a blonde. I just called myself a bimbo! Aw, jeez. I really need to work on my comebacks.

When you have a crazy, rather insane family, introducing them to the person of your dreams isn’t the smartest idea. Too bad my siblings never actually give me a choice. -One Shot-

On homecoming morning, my date dumps me for Oliver Swift's girlfriend. Needless to say, Oliver and I aren't too pleased. So what are two poor, pissed exes to do? Get together and plan for revenge, of course! ONESHOT

Because being with him isn't just anything - it's kind of everything. ONESHOT.

He was quiet, brooding and closed off. He sat next to me every class, even following me when I changed seats. He never talked, never looked my way and if it weren’t for that damn Morrissey shirt, I’d have kicked his stalking ass. ONESHOT.

At 3 AM “I’m Too Sexy” began blasting from under my bed. I was bound and gagged. // One-Shot.

Thor was the pretend boyfriend I made up so Samuel 'My Face is a Bacterial Wasteland' Matherson would leave me alone. So why is Thor standing in front me in the flesh?

The boy was gorgeous. Slap his face on a Calvin Klein underwear ad and I swear, those boxers would sell. It's just too bad we attended rival schools. Contact was off-limits. But then again, he had never been big on following rules...

One-shot. "What's wrong?" Before I knew it, he had placed himself squarely in my path. And – dare I say it – he actually sounded a little angry and hurt. "Why are you not stalking me anymore?"

Finn learns a very important lesson from a girl at his school's fundraiser carnival: rain checks are for pansies. Inspired by the TaD writing prompt from issue #4.

ONE-SHOT Stand there and nod and smile and ooh and aah while he talks just so it seems like you're interested when in fact the Playschool 'Goodbye song' is playing on repeat in your head.

ficathon: College freshman Starr-yes, like Ringo-is ready to read obscure Russian literature and subsist on easy mac. Without her boyfriend. But then those three simple words are said and suddenly, she’s not so sure.

ONE-SHOT. Something fishy was going on, and my suspicions were confirmed when Ryan walked past and told me it was just me and Zach left, all alone in this dark, dark place with many corners and hidey-holes.

Note to self: If you hate flying, don’t sit next to a ridiculous cute boy with a hitched smile, a freckled face, and an obnoxious laugh… especially if it’s a boy you dropped a suitcase on.

The greatest love of all; that of a boy and his computer. Follow-up one shot to HYAP7.

(One-Shot) 12:05pm. Target caught masturbating in bathroom stall. 007 status: in adjacent stall, hyperventilating.

They are dysfunctional and illogical and imperfect and he doesn’t even really like her, anyway. But it’s 2am, and she’s throwing pebbles at his window, praying he’ll come watch the shooting-stars-slash-UFOs with her. ONESHOT.

Black-haired, blue-eyed Aiden just HAD to be my type, just HAD to tease and flirt with me, just HAD to follow me home from school, and I would have resisted him still...if he hadn’t pushed me back against the wall and started kissing me. Oneshot.

Ace Reporter Lucy has to get to the bottom of the story...about the roses in her locker.

-which is where my hand is at the moment. That is, if the Cookie Jar is the school's notorious bad boy's back pocket with the whole school watching on. "What do you think you're doing?" "Er..." oneshot

-ONE SHOT- "Nice pink panties," Jayden taunted me. "Glad you liked the sight," I responded nonchalantly. "Oh yes I did," he shot back. "But I have to say, seeing you fall down those stairs was much better entertainment." Why again am I in love with him?