"Having to make bad choices, doesn't always make you the bad guy."

"So what's your name, miss America?" He asked leaning his side against the chair, propping himself up with his arm. Oh god, his arm; tanned and toned. It took me a second to get it out. I'm sure he could feel how uncomfortable I was and I could tell he thought it was hilarious by the look of his crooked smile. "Um.... It's uh. Ju-Juliette. Juliette St. Cloud." Damn it, Jules, get your act together! It's just a boy for Christ's sake. "Ah, that's a beautiful name," he smiled, cheekily. "And yours?" I asked, hesitantly. Did I want to know this cute boy's name that would probably lower my grade in this class? I certainly did. "Ashton. Ashton Irwin." Juliette St. Cloud is finally leaving Hillview, Massachusetts and is entering her junior year of High School abroad in the one and only Sydney, Australia. On her first day of school, she meets the charming, hilarious, geeky Ashton Irwin in her Creative Writing class. She is attracted to his cheekiness, but doesn't want to fall too hard, knowing she'll only be spending the school year there. Will she let herself fall for him, or will she keep her distance to avoid getting her heart broken by the end of the year?

"home is where the heart is, right? my heart's with you and i'll always want to come back home." © 2014, cuddlingcal. All Rights Reserved.

My heart pounded as I rushed down the hall. My brother finally did it, he finally lost it. I heard shots fire in the cafeteria, I flinched. This isn’t happening, I told myself. I heard someone’s heavy breathing from behind a shelf that stuck out of the wall. “Come on ash we have to go!” I said clamping onto the blonde boy’s hand. I pulled him up and dragged him along. “ALEEAH!” A voice boomed. No, no, no, this isn’t happening. I turned to face my brother whose hand held a jet black gun, his arms raised, gun pointing at me, ready to fire. The gun sounded.

"Alright, you horny little shits, let's talk about sex,"

Just when you think everything is okay, it isn't.

[one] in which a drummer and a songwriter find common interest in a coffee shop - along with something more that neither of them could have ever expected.

Evelyn Grace, originaire d'une petite ville débarque à Beverly Hills le temps d'un été. Son emploi de baby sitter prends rapidement tout son temps en plus des instructions à suivre à la lettre de sa boss où elle est nourrit et logé. L'une d'entre elles est assez simple : rester à l'écart de son fils mais lorsque l'inverse se produit : les règles du jeu changent.

DISCLAIMER: this story is actually pretty bad in my opinion. It was my first story so yeah-but read at your own risk lol For months, Rynn has been finding little notes between books at the local shop she works at, but when she begins to read them she discovers someone from her best friend's past. Someone who knew those notes were so much more than just slips of paper.

"How could you ever love someone who causes you so much pain?" This is the continuation of "The Chase"