in which a fiery redhead's world is turned upside down by the supernatural, but mostly by the mischievous brown eyed boy that she can't seem to get rid of.

"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!

Lydia Martin lives a quiet life, her best friends Scott and Allison always at her side(even though they recently started dating). But then the house next door finally gets sold after two years of being empty. To whom? A tall, shy, and skinny boy by the name of Stiles who has just moved in with his father. It's summer so there's nothing to do, why not go over and introduce herself. The only problem is, Stiles is SUPER shy and the teenager tension between Lydia is visibly present.

Malia breaks up with Stiles a few weeks before Valentine's Day and Stiles turns to Lydia for comfort. As they grow closer, he calls her out on her feelings. = As of January 2019, this story is ON HOLD, and so it will be picked up once some of the on-going stories are finished. =

The Girl with Antidepressants "Allison. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything I said. I just wanted to protect you. I didn't want you to get hurt, just like me. I've accepted the fact that not all guys are like Jackson. And if Isaac makes you happy, then I'm happy for you. I love you so much. Sorry. Please forgive me. Talk to me when you're ready." Sent 12:37am Read 12:42 am. - 1:42 am, March 18, 2012. "Hello. Is this Lydia Martin?" "Yes. Who is this?" "This is Mr. Mendoza, of Beacon Hills Hospital. I'm sorry to say this but, Ms. Allison Argent is dead." ©Copyright 2015 by thecastaways Ranked #227 in Fanfiction 2015 ~~~~~ Created: January 2015 Ended: November 28, 2015

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.

serendipity /ˌserənˈdipədē/ noun; finding something good without looking for it ~~~~~ Want to read this in Itailian? @loseyourmind__ made an Itailian translation of this book! Go check it out ;) ©Copyright 2014 by thecastaways