Grace Riley is an average girl with an average best friend. Well until high school ends and he gets an audition. As they get through high school will Grace Riley and her best friend, Dylan O'Brien develop feels for each other? Will they break away and go separate ways? Will they grow old together? Guess your just gonna have to find out ;) SEQUEL IS OUT ITS CALLED LOVE OR HATE ;)

❝ She's in love with someone else, Dylan. Give up.❞ [STRANGERSTIME// SOCIAL MEDIA AU// DYLAN O'BRIEN FANFIC]

All I wanted was a freaking holiday. Hayley's first time abroad and she's headed for Paris, City of love and romance. At least that was the plan. One wrong train later and she's stuck in Berlin, Germany. After stumbling across a youth hostel, she is soon inducted into a gang of teens, hell bent on rampaging through Europe; enjoying the sights and sounds, and causing as much mayhem as possible. Like that didn't sound like enough trouble, let's not forget the gorgeous Italian member of this little group. Whatever the outcome, it sure as hell isn't going to be the gap year she planned.

Amber can't stand Harry. She has to put up with him though, because he is her brother's best friend. She says she hates him, but that all changes after the accident.

[on hold] Foxwell City located in the States had never really been anything special. My high school life was painfully ordinary and reaching to that inevitably point where each day seemed to last a little longer just to make my dreams and freedom seem even further away. Had I ever imagined what would happen when he moved to town? No - never in my wildest dreams - but life has funny ways of surprising you. And one early misty morning you’ll find yourself holding onto a guy like him who’s practically a stranger while the roar from the engine of his motorcycle beneath you echoes through the undisturbed small town neighborhood - and you can’t be sure whether the adrenaline burning in your veins is caused from being so close to him or if it’s caused by the deadly speed that whips your hair back. All you know is you will never forget it again. I’m Alex Stone and this is the story of how the Fosters moved to my small town and turned my life upside down. This is the story about how love found me, when I very least expected it. All Rights Reserved 2012. Rewritten version anno 2014 © arietem

Wren Martin is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie. All she wants to do is keep a low profile, and graduate well enough to qualify for a college scholarship. But then a babysitting job leads her to cross paths with Asher Reed, Eastview Highʼs notorious athlete. When a field injury kickstarts his senior year, heʼs turning his free time and attention to Wren. And maybe she might not want to be invisible after all. ***** [Watty's Collector's Edition Winner] [TFA Runaway Prize Winner] [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

Jas gives me a sympathetic look. She sighs heavily, long nails tapping against the wooden table, dodging the 'Missing' posters scattered all over the surface. "Maybe," she finally says, "Just maybe, he doesn't want to be found, Ava." I clench my jaw. "No. I refuse to believe that. He's not like that." "What do you know?" Jas snorts, finally withdrawing her hand from the table and turning back to look at me. "You don't even know him." xx Ford Wilson was in three out of four of Ava Jackson's classes. They had one mutual friend, did a project together once in sophomore year, and had the same lunch. When Ava's car had broke down, she had even ended up parked outside of Ford's house, asking for gas. In Ava's life, he was everywhere. And yet, she didn't notice him until he was nowhere to be found.

"Even from a distance, Nixon Young has an aura of maturity. The way he carries himself, the rolled back of his shoulders, his tall and confident posture, the lazy way his eyes skim his surroundings- it's hard to explain and to formulate into words, but it just shows. All of Nixon Young screams maturity. It's hard to believe this is the guy that tied a live goat to a pole in the gymnasium." xxx Chantelle Géroux thought people like Nixon Young only existed in books and movies. Ever since freshmen year, stories about the legendary Nixon have circulated throughout the student body. Stories about his glorious escape from the cops, of the time he stole a car and promptly almost crashed it, of how he had jumped from one roof of a house to another during a crazy party. For the last three years at Princeton High, Chantelle had listened to the stories, even if they were painfully exaggerated, in awe. She spared small glances at Nixon, taking in his confident smile and loud voice, his blue eyes that sparkled like no others, and tried to understand. Understand how one person could stir such talk among such an easily-distracted group of teenagers. But Chantelle knew how: Nixon Young was simply extraordinary, in a way that simply couldn't be understood. But then junior year came around. Two years of stories full of fascinated stories turn into heated whispers in the hall. Looks of awe when he walks by turn into hurried avoidance. Nixon's easy-going smiles turn into scowls, his fist making a dent in the lockers as he lashes out once more on someone. Nixon Young's personality does a complete 180 degree turn, and no one has any idea why. Eventually, Nixon Young is nowhere to be seen. Until he turns up at Chantelle's doorstep, three weeks after he got kicked out of Princeton High, asking for one hell of a favor.

"Relax, my beloved. I'll never leave you, even in death," Tamsin promises. "That's what I'm afraid of," I agree. x Wesley Burks' world came crashing down the day he found out that his girlfriend of two years and best friend of four years, Tamsin Long, died in a gruesome car accident. He was sure he had lost all- his closest friend, his love, his rock- but most importantly, his sanity, especially when he walked into his room after coming home from her funeral to find Tamsin sitting cross-legged on his bed, reading a book. A year later and Tamsin is still everywhere. She follows Wesley to school, sleeps beside him and trails around him in the kitchen while he's making his morning cereal. No one else can see her, and no one knows that Tamsin never really left Wes- and they like it that way. To everyone else Tamsin is dead but to Wesley, she hasn't been gone for more than a couple of days. Things start to go downhill, and rapidly, when a new girl arrives at school. Wesley finds himself slowly befriending her- his first friend since Tamsin 'died'. That's when Tamsin begins to change dramatically, in a violent, threatening, spine-chilling way and suddenly, Wesley can't even recognize the girl glaring at him from the corner of his room who can only be seen by his own eyes.

"I'm distracted from the boy I've bumped into when the world around me begins to change. The grey and white I've seen ever since I was born into this world slowly begin to bleed away, like rain drops sliding down a car window, being replaced with bright, bright pigments. They cover everything, bring to life the world around me. The gravel underneath my feet is no longer a dull grey, the sky is no longer white, the bricks of the buildings no longer black. They're different, beautiful, bright, extraordinary, breathtaking. Colors, I realize. These are colors." x Natalie Grayson has lived her whole life in black and white. She's been waiting to meet her other half- her soulmate- who will make both of their worlds burst in color. It's what she's been dreaming of ever since she was little. She wants to know what color is, how it feels, what it looks like, if it's really as amazing as everyone claims it to be. On her seventeenth birthday, while walking back home through a sketchy part of town, she bumps into a stranger. Before she can even apologize, the last thing she expected happens: the black and white of her world begins to bleed away and is replaced with something else. Colors. When she looks up, Natalie isn't expecting to lock eyes with a rebel. But she does. She also doesn't expect him to run away. But he does.