She'd dated the groom. He'd been in love with the bride. That is, before he introduced her to his best friend. Bitterness wasn't a good color on anyone, but sometimes you have to make do.

Truth was, there wasn't anyone at school who wasn't on good terms with Tommy. Hence the chameleon thing. He just floated from group to group to group, fitting in anywhere he decided he wanted to be. And when someone like that walks into your place of work at 10 PM on Christmas Eve to recruit you for a holiday-themed scavenger hunt, you pretty much have to say yes.

Brody Hansen and I, we had a system. I didn't like him and he didn't like me, but we both liked watching each other undress. That's just what happened when you gave good-looking, hormonal teenagers bedroom windows that faced each other. Full sum inside.

It wasn't complicated, our arrangement. We had sex. Fantastic sex. But there I went, making things difficult, falling for the guy who stayed up with me long after his roommate had gone to sleep. Oneshot.

"I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong. We don't want to do anything perverted with your underpants, on the contrary, they'd be revered." Some Saturday nights are more interesting than others... One Shot.

Five years ago, in the midst of a hormonal high-school breakdown following a messy breakup, Emily sort-of-kind-of-might-have... macked it with the guy playing Santa Claus at the local mall. So what? Not like she's ever gotta see him again, right? Wrong.

'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.

Oneshot. 'I grinned, liking this stranger with his warm brown eyes and cup that announced he was a 12 year old girl.' Turns out cupboards under the stairs aren't just for wizards.

When her dad kills her whole family, Alexandria moves out to become a nanny for a rich family. Their youngest kids are angels, but their oldest, Eric, is another story.

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.

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.

I never, in a million years, would have guessed that Hunter Ashen was interested in playing drums for our band. The guy wasn’t mean, necessarily. But the quiet, rocker type boy had everyone in our school intimidated.

"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?"