In fairytales, all it takes is one glance between long lost lovers for their passion to reignite, but this is not a fairytale. This is the story of Rosalie and Greyson: the girl who cares too much, and the boy who doesn't seem to care at all.

For Jessalyn and her mom, moving to the small town of Avondale, California seemed like the perfect decision; they wanted the new scenery but what they really needed was a new start. Jessalyn Hartley had always been shy and one to keep to herself, but now, as she enters her final year of high school at Crestview High, she's more determined than ever to stay hidden in the shadows. However, all of that may change when she crosses paths with the supposed bad boy; Cason Michaels, and figures out that maybe she just had to meet the right person to break her out of her shell.

Vena Anderson, a nineteen year old girl has moved away from home to attend college. She has no desire to live in a small dorm room and having to live with a complete stranger, so living in an apartment for her college years is her next option. The only flaw in her plan is that she can't afford it without a roommate. Vena has lived in this apartment all through the past year and just as the new school year is right around the corner, the landlord decided that she would raise the rent. James Hendersom, a nineteen year old guy has been recently kicked out of his dorm for smoking cigarettes. He now has been living with his parents until he can find a place of his own. He has been searching and searching for the past week and could not find anything, until just a few days ago. James was looking through the ads, again and one popped out more then all the others sitting on that plain "Looking for roommate. Contact Vena Anderson for further information" *This Wattpad story is rated Mature for strong language and some sexuality* Book One of the 'I Am Living With An Idiot' series. This book is currently being edited and revised because in some aspects it is so horrible, so I am working on it!!

•infatuation[ in-fach-oo-ey-shuhn ] noun foolish or all-absorbing passion• ..................................................................................................................... Skyler and Chase are polar opposites. It's the cliché case of the bad boy and the good girl. Chase Cole had no clue that Skyler Brandon even existed. Living in his perfect bubble, he's got the popularity, he's got the money and he's most certainly got the looks. Sky would have happily stayed under the radar the whole of her high school life. She's worked long and hard to keep her distance from the Populars and most certainly away from Chase Cole. After all, he means nothing but trouble. When fate decided to be a sadist and cause their lives to collide in more ways than one, sparks will fly. And not always the good kind.

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

Charlotte Everley and her best friend had a tradition. Every summer on June 26th, they call one number--one random number of the same area code, purely for entertainment. When Charlotte's best friend Stella found love with the help of their 'tradition', she added another reason. To find Charlotte a boyfriend. After three years of endless match ups, set ups, blind dates. and not to mention two calls to, thankfully, female receivers, the summer of eleventh grade comes rolling by, and so does the fateful day of June 26th. The only difference is that, this time, the stranger behind the phone is most definitely male. And the president's eighteen year old son.

"I still love her. I've always loved her," "You don't know what you love anymore," Sequel to Let me be the one to save you © 2014 by tacoash. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"What do you want?" I glared at the blonde boy. "To see if you're okay" He mumbled, looking straight into my eyes. They were full of sorrow and guilt, Like he was actually sad he stopped. It made me even more angry. He broke our promise. "I'm fine. Now stop following me!" I growled. ------> Ever since Grace Jones was thirteen years old, she's been skipping between families. From living with poor old Mrs Skibby in Melbourne, to living with Kelly in Perth. It wasn't that they didn't want her. No, it was because of her severe depression and suicide attempts. So when she moves in with Stella and her family in Sydney, does all this continue? Probably. But then her passed shows up and she's face to face with the one and only Ashton Irwin from 5 seconds of summer. She didn't want him in her life, but he continues to show himself back in. What did Ashton do to make her hate him so much? Why is he so determined to change her opinion about him? Will she defeat her depression? <----- WARNING: This story will contain depression and self harm. If you're not comfortable with self harm then i suggest you don't read this book ok (SEQUEL TO THIS BOOK IS CALLED 6:54) © 2013 by JUMUNJI. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)