My car's on the fritz, my bff's a thief, the coolest guy at school bow chica-wow-wow won't leave me alone, and there just isn't enough teen angst to go around. "Are you staring at my butt?" "I'm not staring I'm...observing." I replied lamely. Sequel!

The fact that I can't stammer out a full word in front of a hot guy is probably a blessing in disguise, right? Right? ONESHOT.

ONE-SHOT Stand there and nod and smile and ooh and aah while he talks just so it seems like you're interested when in fact the Playschool 'Goodbye song' is playing on repeat in your head.

I knew I should have worn my trusty Converse. Sturdy and safe. But no, I went with the damn high heels, and perfume called 'French Kiss', and it all unraveled from there. One-shot, complete. Best if read while listening to the song 'Paralyzer' .

-which is where my hand is at the moment. That is, if the Cookie Jar is the school's notorious bad boy's back pocket with the whole school watching on. "What do you think you're doing?" "Er..." oneshot

He would walk her in the rain, she would talk incessantly. After all, that was just the way things were. Who were they to change it? Oneshot.