dead teachers, exhausted students.

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."

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?"

Summer buys a lot of Kleenex and lets her sleep in her bed and Zach emails her about how sexually frustrated this is making him. Because apparently a boy and a girl can't be friends. First in a series of one-shots about The Champagne Gang. Various OCs.

Taylor, who works at a greeting card store, wants nothing more than to be given a Valentine of her own. But what happens when she has to sell one to the boy she secretly likes?

darling, we are all adrenaline and paper cuts and raw electricity shudder-craving solar eclipses. stand here on the precipice of insanity and fall with me.

“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.

“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.

ONE-SHOT! "OH MY GOD!" I shouted. "What? What's wrong?" he demanded, appearing at my side. "You...you...youyouyou..." I sputtered. "YOU GAVE ME A HICKEY!" "Really? Let's see it." Riordan tilted my chin up. "It looks pretty good actually," he said smugly.

[COMPLETE] Let me tell you, if Cinderella had tried on MY shoes for a day, she would have gotten her magic pumpkin kicked from once upon a time to happily ever after. But if the shoe fits...

Being a damsel in distress isn't nearly as glamorous as it seems...I should know, since my life is the equivalent of a really bad Disney movie. Except I don't have a Genie or a singing lobster to help me win my heart's desire, whatever that is.

We've all read it, heard it, been there, done that but I am still looking for my cliche, and I will leave no rock unturned, no tree uprooted until I find mine.

[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]

Oneshot. When a trip to the movies goes wrong, and Leah, a stubborn, firey redhead is stuck alone with her arrogantly levelheaded friend Simon for four hours, what will happen? My Christmas brain fart. And first oneshot.

My life was mindnumbingly dull, but I was fine with being the invisible Ginger Ale Girl. Whoever said friends were good for the soul did not know the boy with blue hair.

Your failure to provide complete, accurate, and truthful information on this application will be grounds to deny or withdraw your admission. A college application that is more truthful that it should be.

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]