"You're mental," she said. Glancing down the sidewalk in the direction of the institution from which I had just escaped, I nodded. "Yes. I am. Now can I get that ride?" Oneshot.

Adele has always waited patiently for her first kiss. But after reading a journal from when she was young she finds out that she has in fact already been kissed. A one-shot. Sometimes your true love is in your first kiss when you were six years old.

Guys like me were no comparison, with their light-reddish tussled hair, dorky interests, lanky stature, and tendency to care too much. Guys like me were always the best friends, and everyone was always telling me that I was completely whipped.

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.

I don’t like most love stories. None of them are really real, you know? And they just don’t make as much sense to me as Mamie and Papi’s does. They said everything in post-its.

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.

Are you sure you want a job here, though?" I asked, stealing another glance at his appearance. "And why not? I like ice-cream just as much as the next guy. And besides." He grinned and motioned to my apron. "I look damn stunning in pink."

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.

After life plays a rather nasty April Fool’s day prank, I find myself in desperate need of roadside assistance. It is very unfortunate though that the only guy available to help is more interested in working on me rather than my car. Oneshot.

I'd spent twelve years being your best friend, but that changed at age seventeen.

she first met him when he puched the boy bullying her, he was 6, she 5, she first chrushed on him when she was 17, and loved him a while later. however, she finds out his feelings after he once again punched the guy bothering her. oneshot

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.

Green. I saw it everywhere I went. I saw it when he murmured sweet words into her ear, her lips curving into a lovely smile. I saw it when his eyes would sparkle every time he would glance at her thinking that no one was watching. No one but me. One-shot.

“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.

After a fight with his girlfriend, the one he turns to is his best friend. 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.

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.”

“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!”

She stopped in her tracks. He was holding her baby brother. No freaking way! “Let go of him you maniac!” Claire launched herself into the room and carefully wrapped her arms around Charlie tugging him slightly away from the glowering boy’s gentle hold.

ONEshot. - She is the type of person who likes hugs and kisses. Cuddles and touches. But he isn't. And sadly, she doesn't know.

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.

One Shot. This is what i get for being heroic. A gaping bleeding hole. And an annoying paramedic that's supposed to be saving my life. Well, at least he's sexy.

If you want to be more specific, the writing on the desk is what really changed my life. Scribbled across the surface of that life-changing desk in the back of that history classroom was a three month conversation with a boy I’d never even met.

“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!"

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.

“Did you honestly,” he panted, pausing to grin, “Just compare me to a Greek sex god?” Oh, he so wasn’t going to let that go, was he? -- Aphrodite never saw this coming...

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

"Would you like anything written on the cake? You know... Happy Birthday, Congratulations so and so?" He asked. "Yeah," I responded. "Do you think you could write something along the lines of 'Boys Suck?"

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?

When he finally got to see her for the first time, like, really see her, he realized just how beautiful she really was.

“Alright,” I heard our boss shout from inside the building “Who wrecked the photocopying machine?” “Shit,” he murmured against my lips again but this time he grinned and said “It wasn’t us, kay?” “Kay.” I said. [Christmas ONESHOT]

“Miss Templeton are you aware that at 10:35 am this same day you were conversing with a criminal?” the guy inquired. I battered my eyelashes at him confusedly.“Sir,” I said flatly “At 10:35 this morning I was collecting my dry cleaning.” [ONESHOT]

Oh, he was gorgeous, he was dashing he was gallant, he looked like Jeremy Sumpter and you have got to be joking me right? That boy was devil spawn, and he knew it. [ONESHOT]

[One Shot] The damn limo never came. How the hell am I supposed to get to my wedding!

[One Shot] I swear the Devil is out to get me. Why else would i be a temporary janitor, cleaning after stinky apelike football players?

Every Valentine's Day she could be seen sitting not 2 feet away from the punch bowl, alone. She hated it.