The heavy droplets of rain were slowly slipping down the hood of his leather jacket and a few effortlessly kissed his dark chocolate hair. »H…Hi.« I sputtered. »What do you have there?« He walked closer to me and gazzed into my eyes with his dark ones, that perfectly matched his hair, then lowered his sight towards the kitten, hidden under my jacket. »One lil' kitty found another.« He smirked, amused by his own joke.

Amelia is broke – no not heart broken, actually money broke. After losing her job, she is left with no money and with the date of the payment of the rent/bills coming up, she’s in need of a job – fast. But being at the age of seventeen and a full time scholarship student, how is she going to find a job at such short notice? On the edge of giving up, her good friend Cynthia tells her about a job that requires looking after four boys with a pay of 35 dollars per hour, Amelia immediately accepts despite having to go through all the trouble to create a fake resume and also to fake her age too! But with the assumption that the four boys were a young bunch, Amelia thought this babysitting job was going to be easy peasy. But only to see that these four boys were indeed not young but... Growing teenaged boys. Amelia Wilcox, meet the Harrison boys. (THIS IS THE NEWER VERSION OF LATHB!)

Naomi and Lucas used to be closer than most people could ever dream of being. They were best friends but that all changed when, the summer between their Freshman and Sophomore year of high school, Naomi confessed to being in love with him. Lucas turned her down and soon after, there was nothing left of their friendship but bits and pieces. Their senior year, though, Lucas may realize just what he gave up when he broke her heart that summer. **Cover by the awesome Wattpad user hepburned!

*In major construction. Do not read unless you do not want to read the ending for a very long time until I get things figured out. Thanks!* I was just a hacker. Your average, seventeen-year-old, very sarcastic hacker. Well, average if you thought average meant living with your fried chicken obsessed uncle after your ex-secret agent parents mysteriously disappeared off the face of the Earth. Until that day. A simple business card from an odd boy claiming he needed a hacker for something of the utmost importance. Now? I’m working with the son of the director of the FBI to figure out who wants his father—and possibly us—dead. Not to mention not getting caught and totally not falling for him all while still trying to figure out where my parents are. As I said, nothing good could come of this.