Alex Fitzgerald is just herself. No one cares about her. If anyone speaks to her, it's to hurt her. Nate Turner is the guy that everyone wants. Girls scream for him, boys envy him, and the school worships him. But he doesn't want any of it. He tries to keep away from everyone. He tries to be alone. But he just can't get a break. Naturally, Alex has a huge, embarrassing crush on Nate. And Nate has a huge, embarrassing crush on Alex. Neither will say anything. One day, in a state of boredom, Nate writes a message on a sticky note, and presses it under his chair during his biology class. Alex finds it during her study hall in that same room. She writes back. For the whole school year, Nate and Alex share a stream of yellow and purple sticky notes, writing to each other. Alex is happy that she has a friend. Nate is happy that someone is talking to him that DOESN'T know who he is. There's only one problem. Neither of them know who they're writing to.

If Tyler Scott knows something in life is that you only give proper worth to something when you finally lose it. Or as Passenger sings, he only needed the light when it was burning low. He only missed the sun when it started to snow. He only knew he had been high when he was feeling low. He only hated the road when he was missing home. He only knew he loved her when he let her go. ©Copyright 2016. cover by silverfinger-

Dear Nobody, My name is Luna Rose Wesley and I'm just like any other girl my age. I have some secrets, I'm afraid of the future, I have some complicated relationships and some amazing friends, and I'm just trying to do anything that I can to survive. But as the days pass, it seems like surviving in my world is becoming more difficult with every minute. You see, without any money, my family is forced to live in in an apartment building that's smack dab in the center of our rundown part of the city. And my mother is just a work of art. She is now addicted to drugs, and she isn't trying very hard at all to try to get us out of our inner-city situation. Living in constant fear, not only of what's outside my window at night, but also of my violent dealing brother living in the room across the hall, I have to find a way to cope without putting a bullet in my skull like so many of my fallen brethren. And my coping mechanism is to write letters to nobody- to you- and sending it to an address that doesn't exist. I need somebody to talk to without that somebody thinking that I'm looking for pity, so I've found you. Nobody. Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Luna Rose (Rated Mature for the mentioning of sex, drug use, violence, and profane language. Does not contain actual sex scenes.)

When the quiet girl in Clayton Hugh's chemistry class comes knocking on his door at five in the morning barely covered up in her little pajamas, inattentive, and drooling like crazy, he has no choice but to take her inside. But once Lucy Walker wakes up inside a room she has never seen before wearing an over-sized t-shirt and gym shorts, you can imagine the pure panic setting in her. The subtle addition of Clayton entering the room shirtless doesn't help much either. After three years of fawning over him, leave it up to her sleepwalking to finally get Clayton Hugh to notice her.

Some things stay as they are, but others? They fall apart. And once upon a time, Stephanie Olsen and Tyler Scott were the best of friends. Once inseparable, now drifting apart. The more they grew separate, the more Stephanie's feelings for him increased and she wished she could tell him. But couldn't. As she watched his cheery life unfold before her. When she overhears the news about Tyler loosing his phone, she decides to confess her unheard feelings through texting his old lost phone, knowing he will never read those texts that lasted for a little less than one year. 301 messages for 301 days. But what Stephanie didn't know, is that Tyler found his phone and the 301 unread texts consisted in everything she could never tell him. © Copyright 2014 cover by silverfinger-