[COMPLETE] Updated December 1st, 2016. This is a story about a rich boy who thought he had everything, a poor girl from the projects who had to work hard for whatever she got, and how they found all they ever wanted and more - with each other. Original unedited version. *FAIR WARNING* This story is cliche to the highest level! [Cover credits: the amazing Stone Gold of Wattpad!]

It was like she was in his bloodstream, constantly there, in his head and in his heart. Gemma Hart, his stupid, reckless, perfect rookie. [VERTIGO/RICOCHET ONESHOT FROM BOONE'S PERSPECTIVE]

For Gemma, the hardest part about traveling across southern Africa looking for an infamous criminal wasn't the constant danger, the long days, or even working undercover. It was pretending not to have feelings for her partner, who was not only endearingly complicated and frustrating, but also her new pretend husband. [SEQUEL TO VERTIGO] [COMPLETE]

. "Hatred comes from the heart, contempt from the head, and neither feeling is quite within our control." Bullshit, she thinks. Then she meets Matthew Valentine.

Three cardinal rules when seeking revenge on your infuriatingly hot ex-boyfriend for whom you still harbor ambiguous feelings: break all the rules, carpe the diem, and don't ever go near his goldfish.

The only thing Quinn hates more than ski trips is blood. So what happens when an injured snow boarder needs her assistance? Complete fluff. Oneshot.

Life was complicated enough. Her job required a clearance, several passports, and lying to her boyfriend. When she gets mixed up with the CIA's fifth Most Wanted, she has to go undercover with her partner as his fiancée. It doesn't help that he's overprotective, that they have to sleep in the same bed, or that he manages to get into that little compartment behind her heart. [FIN]

When he takes his first step away from me, my heart clenches from pain and fear. I can't lose him, too. "Aidan, please don't walk away from me." And he doesn't. He runs. [ONESHOT] [Winner of ADoR Star-Cross'd Round 9, prompt running]

She used to tell him how she loved the idea that there was a big wide world out there, with deserts and mountains and oceans and rainforests and rolling hills and seven billion people she had never met before. Her name was Sahara, for God's sake, like she was meant to span across countries and continents and live some great big adventure. [ONESHOT]

As her best friend, Dennis had the responsibility of protecting her from oblivious, undeserving morons. "Despite your… quirks, you're someone anyone is lucky to know. If he can't appreciate that, then good riddance." Sun appreciated the irony of the situation and had to laugh loudly. "Thanks, Dennis."

It's like we're more than just friends but still less than lovers, you're oh so tough, but I want to be your first weakness. Here we go again with the mixed signals and second thoughts.

One Shot. What's the point of being mildly magical if no-one, not even your deliciously handsome best friend, appreciates it? Especially when said best friend has invited you to meet his new girlfriend under the strict instructions that you're not to be weird...

Don't get me wrong, I still hate the boy. But I also kind of want to lick gooey roasted marshmallows off his chiseled abs. ONESHOT

and we'd sputter-speed down empty freeways toward arizona or new york or iowa cornfields, and we'd pass by gasoline stations all sad and dark and oil refineries all sad and bright and motels all sad and lonely

Jace spread his arms. "I'm right here, Lex." My heart skipped a beat. "Uhm, no thanks, you probably have cooties and other diseases." Jace, man-whore that he was, was one of my best friends, not to mention my house mate. So falling for him probably wasn't a good idea, right? Shit. This is why I needed a dog.

One Shot. Sometimes you fall in a hole and there's only one person you want to be there with you. Sometimes the hole is literal.

His fingers started fumbling with his belt and he began to slide his shorts down his legs. "Fletch!" I looked away. "What are you doing?" He laughed. "I can't go swimming in my clothes now can I?" One-Shot.

Neely Donovan isn’t interested in the whole popularity ordeal considering that her twin brother was one of the hottest guys that attended their school. But falling for the most popular guyand her bro's best friend was the last thing on her mind.

ONESHOT. What's the cut-off gap where a girl is allowed to like someone younger than herself without losing her mind over it? Never mind. Amelia was pretty much doomed from the moment he said hello.

ONESHOT. "Your mom wants me to impregnate you?" I pause. "Yes," I answer honestly. "She thinks you're dreamy and has deemed you well equipped for the job." Kent laughs. "Well that's true. I think I can be pretty sufficient in that area of service."

In a fit of sudden heroism, Miriam Porter saved a little girl from certain death. But the girl turned out to be the president's daughter. So now who's going to save Miriam from falling in love with the president's sexy son? Oh, shenanigans...

"What's this? A checklist from some girl magazine?" Kent mused. "It's none of your business." There's no way I'm explaining it's a checklist Cam wrote to make me realize my feelings for Kent. Which is ridiculous because I'm NOT in like with him. Twoshot.

'Dear Pip, Firstly, don't freak out. I know you've just tipped four dolls' heads out onto your bed and they're probably giving you the major creeps. Bear with me, there's a point to this.' One shot, ADoR prompt.

So my heart is fluttering, my stomach has butterflies, I'm probably blushing, and I'm pretty sure I just referred to him as Naked Guy out loud instead of in my head... this is embarassing. One shot.

So, what's the deal with you and video games? Are you some kind of Mario Kart junkie or something? I mean, you're a star high school football player and you have a slightly unhealthy obsession with a video game about a plumber who rides in go karts. Cute.

To-do lists equaled love. He had an obsession with her groceries and a hero complex she secretly appreciated. His girlfriend wasn’t much of an obstacle; he only liked to be distracted. After all, she couldn’t know he secretly wanted her, too.

A boy in my school has died. He was hit by a car. His name was Danny, and he sat next to me in Math, period four. Oh, and one other thing about Danny...he copied my homework. All. The. Time.

They were both idiots. Want to be treated normally? THEN DON’T GET FAMOUS. Shit, it wasn’t that hard.

It would have been the most perfect, heart-to-goo-inducing couple had I not butted my sorry ass into it. Sorry, folks. one-shot

“It doesn’t work that way. Sometimes you just don’t get the happy ending,” she said. He looked at her, then with a small smile, he said,“You always get the happy ending. It always comes eventually. You just have to have faith.”

One-shot. I wanted, wished, and fantasized to press myself against him and kiss him senselessly. He was never suppose to know that. But he knows. Just kill me, kill me now.

You rank maybe a 6.450903 on the hotness scale out of 10, and that’s on your good days. Sure, some days I find myself staring into your dull brown eyes a little longer than necessary, but I could get 11s if I tried. So don’t think you’re anything special.

-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

One-shot. "What's wrong?" Before I knew it, he had placed himself squarely in my path. And – dare I say it – he actually sounded a little angry and hurt. "Why are you not stalking me anymore?"

FIN-Regan's life is filled with nasty queen bees, high school parties, discriminative cliques, torturous camps, soccer, her popular brother and sister, and this certain male enemy who won't leave her alone! Logan Williams wasn't prepared to play with fire [runner up Best Cliche at SKoW]

ONE-SHOT Tall, athletic, toned, brunnette, god-like, amazing at soccer even though I will never tell him. I thought he hated me. He thought I hated him. Then there was Halloween last Friday night.

“Who are you? God?” I demand. “Maybe I am. And with the way you’ve been treating me, well, you’re going to hell, buddy,” she says indignantly. “Yeah,” I sneer. “I’m sure that God definitely goes around kicking third graders in the balls."

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.

“So I take it I’m not getting any tonight?” That WOULD be the first thing he says to me when he finds out we're locked in a room together. So even with "No" for an answer, how is it I find myself in bed with him, falling harder with every passing second?

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.

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.

ONE-SHOT! “You’ve been branded, my dear.” I jolted at the sound of his voice so close to my ear. Thierry was leaning over me from behind, his chin grazing my right shoulder. “Should I take away your white-out?”

Leah had gotten pretty good at being invisible. Her older brother Luke, however, decides it is time to rekindle the friendship they once had. And he isn't the only one- his best friend Cameron seems determined to rediscover Leah too. But in what way?

She picked up the paper ball and threw it at his face. Again. This time, it hit his forehead. Before she could blink, she found herself pressed to the pole, with Vincent's body against hers. "I don't think you want to try that again," he murmured.

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.

A Commentary on the Phenomenon Known as 'The Shy Girl'. Based on a true story. A diary in pieces. "Lesson Number 188: The Male..."

It is said that if you put your name in locker 420, the Matchmaker will find you your perfect match. So what happens when the arrogant spoiled brat is captivated and the matchmaker meets her match?

(One-Shot) 12:05pm. Target caught masturbating in bathroom stall. 007 status: in adjacent stall, hyperventilating.

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.

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?"

ONE SHOT. “I heard you had a girlfriend. Kirk told me she was pretty.” Her voice was wobbly. “She’s beautiful,” he murmured. “Do you love her?” she asked after a pause. He said, “I’ll never love her like I loved you.” Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe.

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 He didn't want anyone to know about our relationship because we were both so different. But then I had enough. ONE-SHOT

To her, the class was possibly the dullest thing she could ever do. That is, until the day she found a little note written on her desk from a boy the period before her...and things got a little more interesting. Short, cute oneshot; NOW WITH A FOLLOW UP!

"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?"

OK, I admit it. I'm in love with him... my Mum's best friend's son! Bad right? Worse. He's come to stay at my house for an entire month! And it doesn't help that he's an arrogant ass or the fact that my stepsister wants him too... Save me? R&R please!

[ONE SHOT] I was the loser university student who still sat on Santa's lap at the mall. How was I supposed to know Santa was my age this year? After all, isn't St. Nick supposed to be an old, jolly fat man?

She was just a girl falling in love with the boy who came up to her, out of nowhere, to tie her shoelaces. Oneshot.

ONE SHOT As predicted, she glared, “OK, what do you want?” The answer was so simple, but he didn’t even know what it was until it came out of his mouth. “You.”

.FIN. I was starting to think he was my bad luck charm. After all, it was no coincidence that I embarrassed myself every time I saw him. Just throw in bookstores, sisters, best friends, blind dates, and dentists, and you’ve got my newly complicated life.

[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]

[PREQUEL and ONESHOT] He's going to make a declaration. She's not making it easy on him, but it's not her fault. Really, she doesn't even know he's there, and she won't until he sneaks up and scares the bejesus out of her.

[ONE SHOT] “I'm already in love with someone,” I said. “And who is this supposed moron,” he muttered darkly. I turned and looked at him. Oh God, here goes the last shred of dignity I own. I took a deep breath. “You.”

[ONESHOT] It was one of the gestures and awkwardly innocent conversations that comes straight out of a disarmingly heartfelt movie. I was just an innocent bystander who saw their tentative dance around each other's shyness. It was pretty hard hitting.

Complete. It's not that I was a bad person. Actually, I was quite a good person. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Not my fault. And then he walked in. Oh, sweet irony.

She was in love with him, he always loved her. The only problem was that they couldn't be together.

As a rule, I didn't touch players with a 10ft pole, but he was the yummiest guy I'd ever seen. So I came up with a plan to nab him. But as everyone knows, some things just don't go according to plan.

The first step towards change is admitting there is problem. Well then I guess I should get that out of the way, I have a problem. I’m a random dialer, but I won’t get into that yet. The second step is to avoid temptation—not so easy… [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.

My friend begged me to take the quiz about crushes, it was “perfect for me,” what I think she meant was it was made for me. Seriously, how many quizzes know a person’s true feelings? [ONESHOT]

He’s perceived as a spoiled rich kid that always gets what he wants. She’s seen as a cynical loner with an anger issue. But neither are truly what they seem what happens when they begin to notice this? What happens when he “buys” her for a week?

One-shot. Taylor thought the party was going to be another boring Christmas occasion. How wrong she was.

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]

Greeting cards as a method of torture?