It was always one of them saying how much they loved me, at the beginning it was both of them then after a while it felt like a joke. Too bad it couldn't end well for all of us, it just seemed like it was way too much of a game.

When he's fighting he loses control; sometimes not even she can stop him...

"I don't know," I said sighing. She looked at me. Did I see pity? "So you're telling me you just met this 'Internet famous' guy. And you've never been on the Internet?" She asked. "Well, that's not entirely true. I've done research for projects, and google translate is my best friend in Spanish." I said smiling sheepishly. She just looked at me. Great.

Lauren Conrad- dancer, artist, complete geek. Grayson Dolan- rude boy, popular, bad. What will happen when these two find common interest in eachother?

He was just a hurt boy who needed love and affection. That's all he ever wanted, that's when I realized that's all I ever wanted. I just wanted to help him, but damn, I wasn't even supposed to know he exists. ___ ©simplydaani

Grayson had a dark past that tormented him. He was popular and would mess with random girls, to distract himself from his past. When Hayley the 'new girl' that was full of secrets, moves next door with her parents. Soon everything will change for Grayson. Will Grayson let hayley find out about his dark past? Will hayley let grayson find out about her past? Will they fall in love or hate eachother? Read this story to find out {btw Jason mccann is involved later on in the fanfic} {Warning there well be sexual scenes and violence involved, so read at your own risk}

Do you know that feeling you get when someone smiles and you can't hold but smile back with the same smile because their happiness is your happiness? A story about a girl who believes love does not exist..but when she finds it across the street, will she admit it? Will they confess their love to each other and step out of the friend zone? "It happens when I meet someone who means something to me." Wait. What? • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •