written 2007

Ceri is the girl who thinks it's her mission in life to save everybody but herself. Caden is the messed up boy who always seems to be there to save her. She thinks they solely coexist. He, well, he has always been in love with her. (Currently being EDITED and RE-POSTED)

Her boyfriend dumped her for a first class skank and she wants revenge. He's her ex's archenemy who wants a little revenge of his own. Pretending to date each other could be the perfect solution to both of their problems, right? Then again, maybe not.

Nightmares and Dreams are actual creatures who invade human minds as embodied fears and joys. Violet doesn't use the new BlissMax pill designed to give good dreams (or any modern niceties, thanks Dad), and one night, a Nightmare—the fear of hell—enters her enticingly un-medicated mind and gets trapped.

When Garrick discovers a Hybrid in his midst, a rare half-breed werewolf that has no idea of what she is or the destruction she's capable of, he knows he must protect her. Julianna is being hunted by Rogues, those that would seek to destroy her humanity for their own ends. Now Garrick must teach her their ways before the battle comes, but he never expected to find his mate.

Hannah Ayers and Jake Allen had hated each other for longer than they could remember. But when a car accident leaves Hannah with amnesia, she can’t remember him at all. Jake could use this to a nefarious advantage…or enjoy a clean slate. Tough choice.

For her 18th birthday, Adrian buys his sarcastic little sister Marah a pet werewolf. But Raze is proving to be every bit as stubborn and independent as she is. Can a resentful pet and his reluctant mistress ever learn to get along? *ON HIATUS*

So his friend was the one who got the crossdressing girl in the all boys school. Like Tristan Harland is ever the type to lose out, especially not to some girl who stalked him all the way from China. Problem is, she isn't exactly the type to lose either.

He's taller than me. He's smarter than me. He's got the entire mafia behind his back while I have bread crumbs from this morning's food fight stuck TO my back. And to top it off: he's much, much nastier. So remind me. What are my chances of winning again?

Twelve steps to dating a pop star.

He was from another time, quite literally. The stone age to be more specific. He wasn't a ghost, he didn't travel through time. Bam just came into my life, and not in the most sophisticated of ways might I add.

ON HOLD Connor Madison was in a whole lot of trouble and Alex Daniels was just the beginning of it. But what's a guy to do when he can't get the puck past the goaltender and can't get a certain trainer out of his mind? And the season starts in two weeks?

REMOVED - READ TRICK REVISED.

When your lips meet and the entire world disappears, leaving just the two of you behind, you know that your own life is inevitably consumed within the rhythmic beatings of their very heart. - A collection of kissing one-shots. - Reviews Returned.

It's so cheesy that you'll spend your precious time eating it right up. My brother's best friend is gorgeous, my best friend hates me, my brother wants to send any guys who talk to me to the guillotine. Being rewritten.

Being the best friend to a needy girl can be tough. Especially when you forget her birthday.

“Sometimes, I wish I didn’t have a boyfriend.” His eyes hardened at my confession. “Please don’t judge me,” I said and my hands shook. But he shook his head, smiled and grabbed my hand, “I wish that all the time.” - A short romance story.

Even if it was cliché, the too good girl finally tamed the too bad boy. It had taken a bubblegum chewing fairy to find his heart and all he wanted to do now was be worthy. And all she wanted to do was be his. SKoW Member Challenge - Bubblegum

Steph just needed a new roommate so that she could pay her rent and keep her apartment. What she got was a complete tool with no social skills, and too-good looks. Maybe it's time to put out a NEW ad...

Isabelle’s day started out just like any other. Wake up. Brush teeth. Get dressed. Eat low fat muffin. Drive to school. Accidentally walk in on bad boy Cain Riley screwing some girl in a locker room. Wait…That last one wasn’t supposed to happen. Oh, crap.

Would you jump me?" he asked. I gaped at him like a fish on the bank of a river. Did my deaf ears just deceive me? His eyes widened as it dawned on him what he said... "No! Wait--"

We never stood a chance; not really. And I didn't even realise until he told me. "No, Tate," he yelled. "There's nobody coming. Nobody is going to save us."

“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.

Zach was two when Ana was born and since that day, the two have seldom been apart. As their parents expected, teenage years bring a budding romance. The summer before Zach's senior year brings several things the close-knit pair were never prepared for.

Claire's feelings towards her best friend Ian aren't just platonic anymore, that's for sure, but it'll take this year's disastrous Fourth of July barbecue to prove that to her. Now, if only he'd stop flirting with her so much. Revised-ish. SKoW Challenge!

I feel my heart flutter, watching him retreat back to his desk, chewing on his own baguette and sinking down in his chair. I close my eyes and suck in my breath before opening them again. Damn that motherchucker. FOR THE I LOVE TO HATE YOU CONTEST

ONE SHOT It was her sixth birthday party when they first met. He pushed her over on the bouncy castle and laughed, so she punched him in the stomach and stomp-jumped to the other side. She watched him start to cry and run out; that was when it all started

Julia King learns just how hard it is to remain professional in the face of personal bias and, oh, complete and utter loathing, when her boss takes on a new but familiar client. Written for the "I Love To Hate You" challenge.

“Is this where I try to make you laugh?” he murmured against my hair a few moments later. I allowed a happy little grin to steal across my face. This was kind of nice. Cozy even. I wiggled my toes contentedly inside my mismatched polka-dot socks. One-shot

How to win over the girl of your dreams: have her catch you wearing nothing but a pair of hot pink, Disney Princess patterned boxers, attempting to photocopy your ass. Humilating? You have no idea. ONESHOT

“I suggest you pair up. Grab a date and get some dinner. Maybe do a little Christmas shopping. That’s what this cutie and I were doing while you bums were all taking notes. I highly recommend it.” Her mouth dropped open and she stared at him, speechless.

My best friend won't touch me. And I don't mean in a sexual way. He never touches anybody and I never understood. Until today when I asked him about it. Oneshot. Read and Review please.

REMOVED. I was frozen, trapped inside the prison of my own mind, and he was the only one brave enough to help me find a way out. Unfortunately, he was just as lost as I was.

REMOVED. There are loads of things out there I'm not exactly fond of. For example: string beans, getting up early, doing homework, and Ryan Bradley. He was number one on my list. And he was trouble.

She's a bleeding heart liberal. He's a jaded Marine. She's the best friend. He's the older brother. She's middle class. He's loaded. And they're sharing the same address. Painfully cliché? You have no idea. SKoW Winner and Runner-up, Round 8.

Eight ex-friends, two onlookers, one hippie van, one summer, one road trip: one chance to right all the wrongs. And thirteen states to fix everything before Senior Year. "What happened to us?" "High School. High School happened to us."

She had this strange urge for a hug. He just happened to be there. But will it be as simple as that?

CHAPTER NINETEEN //. Always lock your doors. You never know when you can be hijacked. I'm speaking from experience, really. Out of all cars that idiot could have chosen, he had to pick mine. Ain't that fantastic?

I must have 'fresh meat' written on my forehead or something. Why else are these punks to trying to get in my pants. I'm not sexy, bad ass, or all that smart. I'm just Lucy Spencer Smith, plain and simple. Thank God I have a bodyguard to protect me...NOT!

I widen my eyes and hold my arms up, as she squeals and giggles at the same time, crashing into my chest and bringing me to the grass, winding me. My chest is on fire, both with pain and of that awful fluttering.

As if having some attractive naked guy tumble through Madison's window isn't awkward enough, she's caught in an embarrassing 'position' that has everyone tag him as her boyfriend. The thing is, attractive naked guy isn't denying it, the jerk.

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

REMOVED. Lone wolf Hannah Madison never expected to find a werewolf pack in the Lake District - nor did she expect the attentions of two male werewolves, let alone a murderous rogue.

“You're spying on me.” He says, once more with that flat, no-nonsense tone. I blink up at him and go to laugh off the accusation when he holds up a hand. “You were, behind that tree right there. Why?” for the RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY ONESHOTS CONTEST

He would walk in—the man of my dreams, that is—when I was up to my elbows in horse shit. Literally. I bet even Jane Austen couldn’t have even dreamed of writing this scenario. For the Ridiculously Happy OneShots contest.

Working at the local diner is not the most thrilling job in the world, but when Penelope meets a strange group of boys, her world is thrown into total and utter chaos. And that was before she found out about their "pack"...

He obviously couldn't tell her. I mean, he wasn't completely stupid. He was just a little bit stupid; not to mention immature. Being a seventeen year old boy will do that to you.

FOR RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY ONESHOTS CONTEST! I've been in love with my best friend for as long as I can remember. Unfortunately, we're thirty-two and he still hasn't figured it out.

He blew his chance years ago and I’m sure as hell not going to give him that second chance that could once again, break me. Even if he’s now a rock star and I have to live with him, I won’t. It’s not even supposed to be worth it anymore.

A story told in tales of kisses. From the first kiss to the last, from friendship to parting.

Bringing my arm back, I smash the ladle on top of his head where it snaps in half and the front of it falls to the ground. It’s inevitable. We act like an old married couple. I can't stop arguing with him and I really can't stop liking him, either.

Even from where I sat, I could see the excitement radiating off of those around us. It wasn’t everyday one had to play ‘Nervous, yet?’ with their best friend. //One-Shot//

Are you asleep yet' he laughed softly and leaned back when I squinted an eye open. Great, now I have to reprimand him again . . . Some happenings in a car on the way to a party between two new acquaintences.

“I’ll sell my body, I don’t know.” He ate another cookie. “THIS IS SO GOOD. I want to have epic sex with your baking skills.” An instructional guide on how to snare males in the trap of awesome cooking.

“That’s what boyfriends are for, right?” the lady asked suggestively, looking between the guy I like - though we’re just friends - Axel, and me. And all the penguins in the world couldn’t have prepared me for his answer: “Well, am I?” Oneshot.

“Hey, River,” Addison said, casually, as she lay stretched out across her friend’s couch, “Why haven’t we ever dated?” A mildly ridiculous one-shot.

So he’d been around forever, taking on the big brother role and sheltering her from the evils of the world. Could one stormy night alone in her bedroom really change all that? One-shot.

The boy frowned. "You seriously don't want this?" My disgusted stare dropped from his confused face to the rose gripped in his outstretched hand. I resisted the urge to groan. "I seriously don't." You would think romance and chilvary would've died by now.

ONE-SHOT! Kissing booth. Age 11. Clark had been my first - and only - customer. After he paid his 2 dollars and placed a wet one on me, I realized just how many cooties I was setting myself up for and closed up the business. Now he's back for a refund.

It’s not easy starting a new school in the first place. Chuck in the fact that your mother’s a topless model; you have three brothers, one sister, two step brothers, one step father; and that you’re incredibly antisocial. Yeah, that’s me I’m talking about

ONE SHOT. “Aw, c’mon, Kee, you angry?” He smiled cheekily. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Three Kit Kat bars?” Damn. He took out the big guns. “Fine.” I snatched the bars before he could make me beg. “But only because I’m low on supplies.”

She would never understand how a mute angel ended up in a sideshow. All she knew is that she had to get him out--which may be much harder than it should be. Especially since she's falling in love at the same time.

I blush and he smiles, bringing me up into his arms and embracing me tightly. “You can’t hide, and you can’t run, Olivia; I caught you.”

He kissed her in the train station, left his coat with her, and disappeared. Who was he? She ran ideas through her mind trying to figure it out, but when it came down to it, she knew nothing about him and didn't know if she would ever see him again.

He was eager. She was bewildered. He was a little dorky. She was a little nerdy. Oh how cold Canadian love can be! **ONE-SHOT**

"You're so good to me, Jack," she whimpered. "I don't deserve you." "It's not what you deserve," I told her. "It's what you need." She needs somebody to hold, I thought to myself. As long as she needs me, I'll be that person for her. SKoW Challenge. Removed.

Have you ever just sat and watched the world sweep by? Ever stared unabashedly at the stream of people that flow past, trying to make some sense of their lives, wondering how they connect with your own? What are their stories? And what about mine? Oneshot

gift!fic for Lian Bynum. Trusting someone takes more than just being best friends, regardless of their mistakes. Trust also takes Love. ONESHOT.

He's made me jump off the swings, steal that candy bar, wear underwear on top of my head for a whole week, confess my love for Bo, the dog, and stick my hand in a port-a-potty seat. So, why did it come as a surprise to me when he dared me to love him?

His eyes widened before he put his hands up defensively. 'Woah… My God, alright. I just thought you were someone I knew…' He stuck his hands in his pockets and retreated back to his white car. 'Merry Christmas,' he murmured before getting in.

-"You're dateless? So... you're lips are virgins too?" "No dates. What do you think?." "So, you wouldn't mind if I stole their virginity, would you?" -grins sadistically- "...Messer, you wouldn't dare." "Try me." -winks- :dialogue form.oneshot:

We were supposed to get married. That was the deal. Things change though. People change. I found myself falling in love, but not with the right person, or maybe he never was the right person to begin with. SERIOUS EDIT IN PROGRESS!

One Shot- I smiled again, looking down at my feet and shaking my head. She really didn’t get it. “Well… I have a problem… I’m missing something.” “What? What do you want?” I inhaled some fresh air as I replied: “You.”

It’s an undeniable fact that I feel ill. I mean, wouldn’t you feel ill if your one true love is in love with your mum? And is marrying her? God, it’s enough to make you want to vomit.

REMOVED. Sorry guys I wrote this when I was 15 and I just cannot stand a single one of the characters in the story anymore. Leaving the first chapter up for nostalgia's sake.

COMPLETE! Noah and Penny have been best friends since practically birth. When Noah insists that she come with him on a road trip across the country to find the girl of his dreams, their relationship takes a detour along the way.

She is a noble who can't survive on her own. He is a fighter, born and bred to die in the arena. She becomes his weakness. He becomes the strength she never had. NaNo '08!

There was no one in the world that Keri DeGiovanni hated more than Alexander Vidal. Which was why when she found a shirtless Alex with his arms around her bare body and no recollection of the night before, she was a bit surprised.

He sent her sweet, joking texts saying, 'ily too', but they were never for me. They were just a joke. Always just a joke. Or that's what I thought. Ugh. Evil vagueness. Honestly. ONESHOT.

She was a graduate student who wanted a break. He was a grumpy Irishman who wanted to be left alone. Love in a bookshop? Not bloody likely.

Her best friend left her at the age of seven. Now, at seventeen, he comes back and disrupts all she's done to build her life without him. I mean, he left her alone, now how does he affect her life ?

Two teenagers who connect over their disability of being unable to sleep at night.

“You’re hell to get along with!” I loved getting her riled up like this. If I expected to convince my best friend to spend the night, I'd have to work on my charm. One-shot

Short ONESHOT. Have you ever been dared to turn around on a public bus and hug the guy your friends are calling ’hot’ that is standing behind you? If so – I speak from experience – DON’T DO IT!

A first POV one shot through the eyes of a lovestruck best friend, who will do anything for his bestie, even if it means bringing her waffles when she has pneumonia.

They think he's a girl. He thinks they're guys. Then he moves in and it becomes awkward. Nat's gone from one overbearing woman in his life to three. At least his mother hadn’t tried to jump him... DISCONTINUED

“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

Oneshot. Belle's surefire ways to get a guy: 1, Write his name on your hand. 2, Lure him in with jelly beans. If it works for kids, it works for men. And 3, recite your many witty food analogies. He won't be able to resist.

ONESHOT He was the mysterious rockstar wannabe with the sexy grey eyes and a semi-girlfriend. I was simply the nerd with the crush on him. We were more in sync than I thought.

I walked to the only lit checkout stand and attempted to look not completely consumed embarrassment, praying to any God that had ever existed that the checkout person shared a very key biological commonality with me – a Y chromosome.

Poor Taylor has a crazy spaz moment with musical chairs and the next day goes to the hospital to see what's wrong. She not only has to deal with the annoying pain in her head but also the annoying guy she has to share a room with. Read and Review please!

“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.

Of raindrops, earthworms, and the innocence of children's first kisses.

SKOW challenge response: #14 Lucas was pretty sure he and Harry Potter had two things in common: they both were idiots when it came to women and they both had a possessive beast within.

“Look outside your window; you’d find me there. I could be stuffing my mouth with chocolate. I could be dreaming of us living blissfully; in love. I could be getting drenched by Mother Nature’s piss. I could be waiting. I am waiting. For you. I love you."

Matthew cringed and moved further away from me. “Kate I’m sorry, okay? Brief lapse of judgment right there.” Then giving me a chagrined smile and a shrug he slumped on my couch with a sigh. And if I didn’t know better I’d think he was blushing.Owait.He wa

“Make out with the next girl to walk through that door.” Gavin suggested after a pause pointing to our front entrance, “That’ll shut Cathy and Holly the hell up. Show them you’re not scared to be spontaneous and that you’re no virgin!”

“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.

SkoW nominated! Ria and Michel are best friends. But when an invitation to her sisters' wedding arrives in the mail, Ria is forced to reevaluate their friendship. Can they come out the other side with their friendship in tact? Or something more?

He’s totally in love with her and is deluded that some day and some day soon my mum’s going to leave my dad for him. But what I'm wrong...what if he isn't coming over for my mum, what if he's really coming over for me under false pretenses?

Lacey's bad day got worse when she came home to find a strange man in her apartment claiming that it was his. Insanely, she suggests that they live together. However, Lacey can't even get along with her family; how will she tolerate a complete stranger?

“and you’re a freak of nature in the best way and you’re smart, and funny, and absolutely brilliant and I...I...” he sucks in his breath, “I love you for you, how could you see it any different?" “Charlie...you...you..I...waah..” I say giddily.

*One-shot* "Return me my ribbon, poopy-face!" "Not till the day we get MARRIEDDD..." He jeered, poking his tongue out. She knew all too well what that meant. She was never going to see that ribbon again... Or was she?

He reeled back. “You really don’t remember me, do you?” I snuck a glance at his narrowed grey eyes. “Am I supposed to remember you?” I asked. That’s when I caught a glimpse of a circle-sized scar on the inside of his arm. It was a burn mark. A mark I knew

COMPLETE! His name was Patrick Fitzpatrick, but he pulverized anyone who dared to call him that. He was an enigma, a mystery. Nobody knew anything completely true about him other than that he hated his name. But hey, I’d always liked solving mysteries.

-ONE SHOT- He was just the creepy dude who insisted on hovering over my shoulder every morning while I tried to drink my coffee. Obviously the only reason I let him keep doing it without punching him in the face was because he always helped me finish the daily crossword. That had to be the only reason... right?

One-shot. And here I thought wasting my summer at the library wasn't going to be fun. Apparently beach parties and bonfires were nothing compared to this.

Late nights on dark street corners. You meet the strangest people. Especially the ones who barge into your life. And refuse to leave.

He pecked me on the lips and grinned so hard I thought one of his cheeks would burst, “because who’d spend time with any other girl, when they have you?” “See,” I said, shaking my head, “now that’s what I thought!”

I would definitely be telling him tomorrow." A chipper little ball of fluff about loving your best friend.

Long-dead Cedric Palmer did not anticipate this. He never dreamed he would fall in love with the girl he was sent back to earth to protect. Not only was his affection impossible, it was strictly forbidden. But love can make people do unreasonable things..

June was fine with her rather dull life. The last thing she needed was a cursed bracelet, a demon chasing her, and a surly vampire who makes her toes curl. Although she's changing her mind on that last one...

I'd been there when he thought farting in public was hot. Heck, I was there when he fainted after donating blood. I'd even helped him clean up his puke when he worked out too much for too long. And what did I get in return? Hormonal, that's what. ONE-SHOT

Thats what I liked about Mattie. He always met me halfway. His house bordered the baseball field on the east and mine bordered it on the west. The pitchers mound was right smack in the middle. It was never too far a walk if I needed him.

-"And it’s not even a date, like I’m sure you’re probably thinking. It’s just...dinner, between two friends, that looks like a date for personal purposes.” -TAKEN DOWN FOR EDITING-

So maybe my best friend chose his girlfriend over me, and maybe he only remembered my birthday a week after it had passed. The scrap of paper on my locker said: "I R SORRY." How could I stay mad at a boy who apologized like that? Oneshot.

It's not love, but what we have is enough. :het; one-shot.

Blind dates can be quite terrifying. Especially if you’re on a blind date...with the wrong guy.

That was the first thing I saw when I opened my cell phone. The number was unknown and they wouldn't tell me who they were, but I replied to the text message anyways. One shot

When your male best friend can predict when you’re on your period better than you can, you know there’s something wrong. And just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse… -SKoW Challenge response-

“Hey Jay…it’s raining”. Turning around and wearing his crooked smile, he called back, “so are you going to kiss me then?”

The first thing I noticed about her was that she looked like a tragic heroine of a black and white movie. She was so stunning that it astounded me that I was the only one who even gave her a look. -One Shot-

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.

He refused to refer to me as his best friend, and I told him I only kept him around for his cooking. But the truth was, we cared about each other more than anything. No matter how much we got on each other’s nerves.

“Do you make a habit of crashing into people?” he asked, “ I mean I am good looking, but you didn’t need to fall over yourself to get me to notice you.”

“No! uh…Tristan, you see, you’re not allowed to hurt me.” “Why is that so?” “Uh…cause I’m the peacemaker between you and Clive so yes, I’m the peacemaker..."

I couldn’t even tell you the last time we spoke, and now, out of nowhere, he shows up, kisses me out of the blue, and leaves me with two words and a promise to call. But can I trust him? Can this really be happening?

-ONE SHOT- "They've been hugging each other since we turned into this hallway. How can anyone stand giving each other twenty second hugs?"... "Twenty second hugs. Only the people I truly love would ever have those moments with me."

My best friend and I were standing in front of the shed the first day we got it. The areas around our mouths were stained from our self congratulatory popsicles. My favorite part of the snapshot was that our hands were connected between us.

Sometimes the only difference between something simple and something complicated is the way you percieve it. A stranger saved my life. I was trying to end it. That complicates things. What I didn't realize is that sometimes the end is really the beginning

She gave him a label for being a rich & handsome bachelor. He's vowed to show there's more to a book than it's cover. Their egos bring them together, but it'll be fate who will tie them & teach the fools a lesson in life, love, & tree talking.

Ian and Leah have almost always been best friends. When Leah returns from summer camp however, she finds things are changing. And Fast. Oneshot

At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, but by the end of the day, I was convinced it wasn't. Plus, I was afraid I'd face death by avalanche of candy hearts if I opened my locker. I didnt find it cute or funny...Until I found out who they were from

Thanks to Tyler Hainsworth, Charlotte's Saturday nights are usually filled with fun, laughs, and a few messes. What happens when another Hainsworth steps in for the night? [oneshot]

Pining for years is by no means a healthy way to live. So what's a girl to do but confront the object of her secret affections? [oneshot]

Oneshot. It's December 24th and Eve just can't catch a break. From terrible traffic to ungrateful customers, Christmas eve just isn't what it should be. But a dose of Christmas spirit might just be around the next corner...or at the next register.

Do you still have that crush on me? he asked. Well. If I'd known confiding my deepest, darkest fears was going to result in this...

More Gavin and Katie. It's the Christmas before 'Save the Cheerleader' takes place, and our lovely heroin has fallen ill. Will Gavin step in to save the day? Or will he not? Not is a stupid word, anyway. He does not like giving up coffee for this nonsense

“Ben is not hitting me,” I hissed. “Don’t you dare lie to me,” he growled, pushing off of the door and moving towards me until he was staring down at me, his arms crossed over his chest. Contains explicit language and abuse. OneShot

Gavin hates her. Period. She's stupid and should leave him alone, because he wants nothing to do with her. Unless she's in trouble. Then he might be persuaded to step in. If he feels like it. But it's not because he likes her or anything. Nope.

[Oneshot] Whoever said that the girl of your dreams has to be sane?

She stuck her hand in the back pocket of his jeans. "Does this make you uncomfortable?" He smiled and slid his own hand into the back pocket of the shorts she was wearing. "You'll have to try harder than that." It's funny what games become. -Oneshot-

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

Sometimes love is like a pizza... sort of... [oneshot entirely in dialogue, rated for language]

[one shot]'I wasn't hiding from you.' Gritting my teeth, I said, 'I dropped my phone. I was picking it up.' His eyebrows rose. 'You were picking it up for a whole ten minutes ... behind a bin.'

[OneShot] 'Rafael...' It sort of rolled off the tongue. And he had been so pretty. 'Right.' Casey looked up at the roof. 'Only YOU would call the tattoocovered, pierced, blackclothed, dreadlocked guy pretty.'

Ok, so you're driving on this really stormy day and you see this guy walking on the street. One thing you don't do is go and pick him up...something that I,uh, just did.

We've all read it, heard it, been there, done that but I am still looking for my cliche, and I will leave no rock unturned, no tree uprooted until I find mine.

What’s a guy to do when being friends is just not enough anymore? Be confused and notice things he never did before, that’s what. And hope it will soon end, so his life would make sense again. Sadly, life’s not cooperating. Complete.

[VERY LONG ONE SHOT] Abe Pruitt is going to improve the world, and she's doing it with sticky notes. Jack St. James is going to keep on being bothersome, and he looks good doing it, damn him. Doesn't it suck when the tables are turned? [EDITED]

Marla needs no one. But when she rescues someone who needs her, will she have the strength to fight for not only his sanity, but his very soul? twenty and done!

He was funny, sweet, good looking, and charming. I was cynical and mean. We shared sarcasm, inside jokes, and indisputable chemistry. It really was too bad that we also shared a stubborn pride. [One shot]

When seventeen year old Annabelle leaves her home in America to watch her Grandmother's cottage in England, she expects a relatively peaceful summer. But what will happen when the dog, Winston, proves to be more human than she imagined?

You'd think something cliche like falling for your best friend only happens in Fictionpress romances. Ha! How I wish that was the case. [OneShot. Written for challenge.]

REMOVED. SKoW challenge response. A boy who can't speak, a little girl determined to read his soul and a pink hair ribbon can add up to so many things... including love.

I was tired of being the good girl so I decided to do something not so good. More specifically acquaint myself with a certain bad boy that had a reputation for ruining good girls. His name was Lee and well he ruined me, in a good way. Oneshot.

Abe Lemons put it perfectly: 'There are really only two plays: Romeo and Juliet, and put the darn ball in the basket.'

Warning: A lot of fluff. But it's short and cute and may give you goosebumps.

So you live with one disgustingly happy girl, and five guys. All is well and dandy of course, but then one of these guys develops an interest in you. You suddenly realise that stormy grey eyes and flirtatious advances are going to be very hard to resist.

Fallon: typical guy. Thea: typical tomboy. They've been best friends for 14 years. But will he ever see her as something more? Add one track star, a crazy scottish roomie, a New Year's Eve party, and Hawk, who might just have a few tricks up his sleeve...

This is a toast to all us other girls. Us, who would be the cool best friend to the fashion challenged heroine in teen movie, or stories as well. [ONESHOT]

Because Hello Kitty and chocolate always make a relationship worth trying. [Oneshot]

i will read my poetry to this boy and then tell him i didn’t write it. this boy won’t believe me. this boy will let me write poems on his arm. this boy’s body will be my notebook.

[ONESHOT] Charlie is a girl in a punk band, and Ink is a guy who dislikes girls in punk bands. Still, she has vivid threats involving piano wire prepared for whenever he calls her pet names, so maybe there's some room for exception in her case.

An unusual romance for unusual people. Real life through a kaleidoscope, yet the world is still so gray... Until he shows up, half dead on her doorstep. It's amazing what you can learn while teaching another to be human. Chapter 14 Up

Moira is stuck in study hall and just can't get a song out of her head. Someone decides to help her before she goes completely insane. oneshot.

[DONE] He wore eyeliner. That fact alone was enough to keep them worlds apart. But, in an exchange of secrets for secrets, worlds aren't so far apart. And lines separate just as they connect.

She looked like any other student, except it was Friday night and she was sitting on a washer reading Sociology instead of partying. Maybe that's why he noticed her. They claim it was fate. oneshot

Hayden Palmer has no room in her life for more complications. So why on earth was she letting attractive, dizzy-eyed Adam Morrison take her breath away? Maybe Hayden has finally found that something more she's be looking for - in the unlikeliest of places

She's a hopeless romantic that is terrified of falling in love. Quirky? You have no idea... He's misunderstood purposely so and has a past. A dark one. So...what happens when their small town matchmaker decides they're destined for each other?

Two people with rather quirky personalities and a common love of muffins...Just not the same type of muffins.

She blamed herself for an event she couldn't control, yet the boy with the brown eyes could see through her lifeless stare.

My life was mindnumbingly dull, but I was fine with being the invisible Ginger Ale Girl. Whoever said friends were good for the soul did not know the boy with blue hair.

A cold walk in the park and a chance encounter can do much for the spirit. Christmas themed fic.

Miranda meets Finn in writing class, at first not liking him but soon realizing that they both enjoy the pleasures of banter. Will family and life ambitions get in the way of their relationship? -Now Finished-

Winning her over had nothing to do with flowers, chocolate or suave dance moves. He only kept barging through her door to harass her. [OneShot]

Short story Linden and Joe are both at a New Year's party. The night takes a turn for the worse when Joe gets an allergic reaction to tequila, and Linden ends up taking him back to her aparment. [Complete]