g'night psycho, I thought to myself. There was a split second where I wondered who I was talking to, the invisible boy spooning me from behind...or me..the girl who somehow managed to summon him back from the darkest corners of dream world.

He's thirteen and doesn't act like it. She's twenty and doesn't look it. An interview of two unusual people in a relationship that shouldn't have worked. Cleaner version available on my blog, sunflowersformoira(dot)wordpress(dot)com, and on Wattpad.

The seemingly unrequited crush on your best friend, the perfect romantic cliche, and you know those always work out. However, when an evil older brother, mind games, and dirty little secrets are thrown into the mix, maybe this cliche isn't that perfect...

Seb was mortal, married in the human world. My boyfriend ran away with a pink eyed loon. And then he came into town, Lucian Boom. He fell from the sky, cursing my name and calling me a red haired midget spy. I hated him and was positive he hated me too.

Spies, roommates, scars, MCATS, kisses, mafiosos. Trust me, it can ALWAYS get worse.

Hi, my name is Kelsey Sanders and I'm too nice to be mean even when I think he deserves it. Even when I'm sure he broke my sister's heart. So why give him mine to do it all over again? Big mistake, Andrew Wiser told me so and he's always right. Complete!

..."Does that kiss have anything to do with why we're on a train to New York in the middle of the night?"

DOWN FOR EDITING. So we’re in the parking lot of the arcade, and it’s dark out, when he suddenly drops down to one knee—I thought he tripped or something—and he says, ‘Rennie, wanna marry me?’ T for language. Two-shot.

Charlie Hannigan is a spitfire of a young lady with her own booming business...in corporate ghost-hunting. When her partner in crime, Parker, sets them up for a case that’s way over their heads, she finds the strangest case of office romance imaginable.

But most of all, if he loved her, then certainly he wouldn’t have had the gall to show up at her doorstep three hours and sixteen minutes late for their dinner date with neither an excuse nor a drop of remorse. Yet there he was, so ha! Oneshot.

He's a self-proclaimed videogame freak. She thinks the library is her second home. Together, they're going to take over the world...er...right after he figures out what she did with his box of cereal...

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.

One-Shot // A shared bottle of red wine between the Maid of Honour and the Best Man couldn't hurt, right? Wrong.

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.

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.”

One shot. What's a girl to do when her ten night stand throws her knickers out the window? Steal a pair of his boxers to wear of course. It's not a big deal, until Kristie Carlson comes up and asks whether you're wearing someone else's underwear.

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.

To Mae, a relationship should be as simple as a basic chem equation. She finds out the hard way that the laws of attraction don’t always sound quite right.

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?"

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.

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 "Ava, what is your problem?" "You, Jared Ashby. You are my problem. You stole all the kiss right out of me, you jerk!"

With a name like Jokin' Oaken, April is known for her favorite pastime, and with a name like Shenanigan Hannigan, Sean is known for his favorite pastime. One guess as to what that pastime is... one-shot

Pen is not earth mother. And the boy is not gentle. But he is lovely and broken and if she could stop being a chickenshit she could call him up and ask him to take her to Casablanca. This is how the world begins.

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]

Well, for those of you following the adventures of Gavin and Katie, this is the fourth installment. Gavin takes Katie on their first date, at a skateboarding park. Yeah. Probably not stand alone, this time. You can try, but it may not make much sense. :

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

This can be read as a separate story but will make much more sense if read after 'Save the Cheerleader' Gavin and Katie are back with more corny romance and more adventure. The occasion? Thanksgiving with Katie's family. All fiftysix of them. Oh, dear.

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.

She wanted to ignore him, but that was harder than it sounded. Especially when he kept popping up in the middle of her living room. Now if only he would stay where he belonged... like in the twenty second century. [Fin.]

Rani is trying to figure out how to tell her boyfriend she loves him. Problem is, it's such an overused phrase that it's spawned millions of cheesy Hallmark cards, romance novels, and movies. //REMOVED//

[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]

A one shot sequel to 'Ear Infections.' Gabby doesn't like him. Not one bit. And she'll hide in the pantry for as long as it takes.

"He made me be the big spoon." It is strangled and it is helpless and it is exasperated, but it is hopeful and it is the truth. A oneshot.

Reese was a good girl. Conscientious, effective, and thorough. Everything in her life was planned perfectly, except for a little infatuation with a certain arrogant brat named Cole Roderick. Oneshot.

[Rated for language, Short story] She's a typical bleeding heart, so when a suicidally depressed, foulmouthed, unpleasant mancreature shows up at her doorstep for shelter, it isn't like she has much choice but to take him in. Written entirely in dialogue

Zack is arrogant, mysterious, and he loves to irritate her. With him, there are always things left unsaid and under the surface. Yet when he leaves unexpectedly, Zack leaves a hole in her heart that she didn't know was supposed to be there. [Complete]

-COMPLETE- Two friends. Two lives. Two sides. Too much. Too hard. Two piece story. Review!

COMPLETE On graduation night, Carson Morgan gets drunk . . . and wakes up the next morning strapped to Sahara O'Brian's back on a motorcycle in the middle of the desert. Not that she's terribly pleased about that...