One was destruction. The other was rebuilding. One fear, the other comfort. So she wonders why the choice was so unexpected. ONESHOT

Or, Love in Two Parts. For Instant Noodles Production's SHOUT! Contest #1. Two best friends, euphoric with a summer night sleepover. Two dares, evil as only friends can make. Really, what could go wrong? Or, perhaps, what could go right? ONESHOT

REPOSTED. After three years on the cheerleading squad, I was still single, and pining after my geeky lab partner. Don't ask me how or why, because I couldn't tell you. All I know is that the way he mixes dangerous chemicals really turns me on.

That's what I'm doing when I give her a smirk. Flirting. She thinks I'm just being cocky and arrogant. For such a smart girl, she sure is clueless when it comes to romance. Not that you could call what we have a romance. ONESHOT

ONE SHOT. Remy's boyfriend Matt is perfect in every way except one: he has an infuriating best friend named Jack who just loves to bother her. "Do you think I find joy in the fact that all I can ever think about is you, no matter how hard I try not to?"

Once childhood friends, forever crestfallen lovers". Only one thing hadn’t changed over the years. We were still just kids, on the swings.

ONESHOT “God I miss sitting next to you. Dammit, I even miss the pain I get on my shoulder when you rest your head on it for an hour straight!” he said. I frowned and then gasped, "Are you trying to say I have a big head? Are you calling me FAT?"

ONESHOT. He always stole my Halloween ideas. When I came as a piece of ham, he was cheese. When I was a princess, he was supposedly my prince. Then I came as LC, and he said he was Brody Jenner. I wonder what idea of mine he’s going to steal this year...

“Mmmnnn,” he says and squeezes me, crushing me to him and letting out a happy noise, “you’re mine, slut.” I don’t get offended. I am a slut. At least, for tonight I am. A HALLOWEEN ONESHOT

“There she goes, there she goes again. Racing through my brain, and I just can’t contain, the feeling that remains.” He sung to me, leaning on the door like he leaned on the gates of the repair shop. “You!” “Me.” he smirked. "You stole my door!"

“There are no beetles to ‘punch buggy’ at, so with that I...double punch buggy!” He just punched me in the shoulder. I looked at him, narrowing my eyes. He just smiled. Jerk. Although, I couldn't help smiling goofily back.

It wasn’t my fault he wanted to teach me how to drive...and failed, miserably. I mistook the accelerator for the breaks, my bad?

Males are like maths homework, you have to deal with them and even if you are quite capable of doing so they are still annoying. Especially the ones that hang up on you. Damn him. [ONESHOT]

But he caught up with me, and breathed into my ear, kissing my temple. “Don’t leave; I want to kiss you when the scary parts come on.” “I’m scared.” I said.

“I’m supposed to be interviewing you, you homeless bum! What have you been doing, sitting out here and letting your hair get long? What about a job! What about your life?” I say. And soon after, we're making out on the pavement.

“What the hell did I steal of yours now?” I demand, annoyed to no end, but my breath catches when he fully sprawls himself over me, pinning me down and taking my head in his hands. “My heart,” he whispers and then his lips are on mine.

One-shot. It was a bet, cheerleader Angela Fishers had to kiss Jason Andrews or lose her captainship. But how many times do you need to break up with someone before it's love? REVISED - see author's note !

Oneshot. Sometimes being a scorned woman is an incredible turnon. At least to a guy who's been in and out of anger management.

She's liked him since freshman year, but they've never said a word to each other. Now, he's about to graduate and leave her behind. Everything seems to be working against them, and their being together is as possible as a square moon. One Shot.

ONE SHOT So you find a phone, and you take it, because… it’s a free phone, why wouldn’t you? And it’s pretty sweet until the angry owner starts calling you every chance he gets.

He was my competition. The bane of my existence. The one I secretly cared for. The day before I left, I found out that I have a secret admirer..who is he? And why does he reappear months later? My first attempt at a one-shot.

ONE-SHOT - “I’m so sorry,” she murmured solemnly, “it’s your wedding day, and I only thought of myself…barging in here and telling you how I feel."

‘I love y…y…yelling.’ She raised an eyebrow. ‘You love yelling?’ ‘Yeah, I do. Why? Is there anything wrong in a guy who loves to yell?’

“How do you know that you’ve fallen in love with someone?” She asked meekly. He raised his eyebrows. “I know that I’m in love when I fart really loudly, and the first thought that pops into my mind is ‘damn, if only she was here to hear it’.” one-shot.

“Wait!” Jonathan ran towards me, again. He tripped over thin air and fell, again. He looked up from the ground with a boyish smile. “My horoscope said that if I fell down twice in front of a girl I like, she’ll fall in love with me!” One-shot.