[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

What can I tell you about the 90s? Well, not much. I know that Kurt Cobain died in that decade. I know the Soviet Union collapsed in that decade. I know the World Wide Web came to fruition in that decade. And there was something else... Oh, yeah. I died in that decade. Sorry about the bluntness of those words. My name is Meg Stuart. I died, and there's no escape from that fact. I took my last breath at 12:29, May 10th, 1994. My watch had remained mercifully clean during the whole bloody process, and I had watched it tick down the last seconds of my life. Even if I hadn't had a great memory for numbers, there would have been no way I could forget that date. It was the thing I dwelled on constantly on the Other Side. I had been a witch when I died, and thusly had ended up in that supernatural agony for twenty years, with only my acidic thoughts for company. And that's when things really started going wrong. All credit goes to L.J Smith and the creators of the TV show.

short stories for Kai or Chris fans. Enjoy x (This story doesn't have a set female character so you can imagine her as yourself) New Kai story is out!

Margo wakes up in a strange place with no memories of how she's gotten there. Only a boy named Kai is around to tell her what has happened to her and her friends. Or more accurately—what's going to happen.

Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper