Sequal to QoaQR: Nobody said love was easy...then again no one mentioned the mind games, precocious kids, homicidal inventions, therapy, or as much stalking as is going on. I feel woefully misinformed...

Rosaline thought she knew him and what she knew, she hated. But Javier isn't the kind of guy you get to know easily nor is he the kind of guy who is what he seems. He needs her more than she or even he understands. If only she would realize...

My college roommate is dating a guy that seems to get a great deal of pleasure out of making my life hell – bad enough, right? Okay, now add to the fact that my family thinks I'm dating him and he's going along with it and you've got pure chaos.

REMOVED. So he's my twin brother's best friend. The supposedly hot one who gets the girls while I hang out with the loud mouthed, all round idolized jocks of the school. Then he kisses me one night... wait, WHAT?

ON HIATUS WILL BE COMPLETED. David Weston: the arrogant playboy. Samantha Spade: the quiet, sarcastic one. They get along like fire and ice. But the person Sam detests most is the best man to show her what it feels like to love and be loved

Tutoring's never been this complicated, thanks to Wes McDermott. He'll ignore you, then charm you. He'll insult you, then ask you out. With little studying going on, all Amy wants is for Wes to pick up a textbook ... before she murders him with it.DELETED

My boyfriend dumped me for my bestfriend. I was pissed, so I went to the movies. He chucked popcorn at me. I chucked a hissy fit at him. Guess who's the new it guy in school, and my brother's new best friend? You guessed it! HIM! Kill me now please.

Morgan Girancelli and Quinn Carter weren't meant to be together. Morgan has trust issues. Quinn has arrogance down to a science. They each think the other's in it for sex. True love? They said it never stood a chance. DISCONTINUED. Obviously at this point

She was a nobody, he was the most popular guy... yet somehow love found them together...' Sound familiar? Well, I'm obsessed with those stories, and would die to be one of those girls. But when my love story did begin, I found it to be... quite different.

I love watching people. Especially commuters on the London Underground. This poem is about someone I noticed one rush-hour. No one out of the ordinary. Just a man. But he set me thinking...