Zac Carter had spent one week out of every year at Emily Dawson's house since he was fifteen. It was the week his parents had their 'alone' time as they liked to call it. He was thinking of bailing on it this year, telling them he was old enough to be on his own for a week. Then he remembered sad, strange Emily who he's had a crush on for the longest time. That made him want to stay there just so he could try and figure her out. Follow the story of Emily and Zach as they discover that sometimes things arent quite what they seem.

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!!

Liv Smith is more on the popular side at school. Everybody knew who she was. Her friends were all popular. She never thought she would notice someone like Jack Johnson. Will she fall for him when she sees him getting bullied? Will they only be friends?

Jessie looks at me, haunted. For what seems like an eternity. I notice he is closer than before, our noses almost touching, his hand holding my neck. He leans in a little more. I subconsciously do the same. His breath is warm against my face, minty. He smells good, inviting, like a predator, drawing in their prey. I close my eyes without thinking about it and tilt my head. When his hand leaves my neck, I get taken out of the haze and open my eyes. He smirks and leans back. My breathing is shallow, but somehow, after composing myself I say, "that was anticlimactic." He raises his eyebrow, "I can do it again if you want." "What? Invade my personal space and force me to share oxygen with you?" Nice one Lizzy. "Get you all excited that I'm about to kiss you to prove you want me," he corrects me. It takes me a second to think of what to say next, "news flash Jessie, not everyone wants to kiss you." "I know... Mostly just you," he answers. "Give me a break, I wouldn't kiss you if it were that, or walk barefoot through hell." "I don't think you'd be that upset about it," he says stepping closer to me again. ***** "We aren't anything but friends," is what I told everyone. But it wasn't true. Not for me anyways. There was so much emotion building up in me every single day, whether it was hate, irritation or affection, it was stronger than anything else I had ever experienced. But what else can you expect when your day is crammed with Jessie Overstreet. Expect updates 1-2 a week!