Just a bunch of one shots. [Some of these stories are not mine. I do not take credit for these stories except the ones that are mine. All credit goes to the owners.] SELF PROMO: Feel free to check out my other work(s) I'm new to this, but I love all of my supporters and i make sure to interact with you guys so dont be shy ;)

Camila started YouTube as an escape from the loneliness she feels as she grows apart from her childhood best friend, Lauren. She never expects it to become a career, to be financially stable at nineteen, and to run into said ex best friend at a grocery store in LA after not seeing her for four years. Camren. YouTuber!Camila AU. - (This work may not be posted/copied/reproduced/translated without explicit permission from the author.)

Jordan Lancaster is a writer with a story to tell. Question is, what is fact and what is fiction? ***COMPLETED

When PerkyGrrl and Blueyez met online, it wasn't long before they developed a digital bond. So, why is it when Sonny and Jack interact in real time, the word 'bond' could not be used to describe their relationship? ***Inspired by one of my favorite movies You've Got Mail

Weekends are for pancakes. Mondays cornflakes, Tuesdays grilled cheese sandwiches, Wednesdays cornflakes again, Thursdays oatmeal and Fridays bagels. Colby found herself wanting French toast so when her fiancé suggests they take a one-week break from their relationship in order to pursue other...eats, she takes him up on it. WARNING: This short story has been rated Mature for strong language and strong sexual situations (wouldn't be surprised if Wattpad puts a padlock on it). It could probably be under the category of PWP (plot-what-plot) but I endeavored to add a smidgen of one ;-) UPDATE: Yup, they put the padlock on making it private. Not entirely sure how that works, but below I'll post the link to chapter 2. I do believe you must follow me in order to read: Chapter 2 -- http://www.wattpad.com/137578458-french-toast-chapter-2

***GirlXGirl Romance*** Living in New York you learn to keep up with the quick pace of the city, myself included. I was never the one to stop and smell the roses, but that was until I met her on that dull September afternoon. Her eyes were light and dark at the same time, as if a devil and an angel lived inside of her. Time itself had stopped, and since that day everything had changed, ever since I had crossed paths with Drew Wilder.

Camila falls for Lauren the marine, while Lauren takes a little longer figuring out her feelings for Camila. P.s If u can't tell by previous descriptions I sucks at them lol This is converted to LAUREN G!P

Book 2 Fighting for your life is completely different than fighting for your love. What happens when something threatens everything Lauren has ever cared for and loved. In the process of protecting everything she loves, Lauren discovers a secret that changes it all. It's a whole new ball game. Lauren G!P Trigger Warnings Cover by @-kayleigh Banner Graphics by @-pistacchia

❝Touch her again, and we'll fucking kill you.❞ She was Lauren Jauregui. By day, she was an international rockstar with a bad attitude and a penchant for partying. By night, she was consigliere to the largest Mafia family in Miami. Her life revolved around turf wars, blood feuds, fine whiskey and all that jazz. To her, kidnappings and murders were the means to her ends, forever sitting on a grey-scale the common man cannot comprehend. Some call her a legend, others a nightmare. They say she is the most powerful woman in America. She begs to differ. A puppet only as powerful as its master allows it to be. And her puppet master was none other than Camila Cabello, America's sweetheart: the woman who had owned her heart since they were teenagers. Cover belongs to SLOTHTATO.

You've never had a one night stand have you?" Lauren's manipulating a frayed piece of the duvet between two of her slender fingers when I look away from my book. Her eyes dance from mine, to my lips, to the clock on the nightstand behind me, then back to my lips. I smirk, "Am I that obvious?" She dips her head, her lofty brunette curls pouring out across the white pillow case. She tucks one strand that has fallen too far against her cheek, behind her ear timidly. I've still not grown accustomed to the demure version of Lauren I'm seeing now. When only minutes ago, she was ambitious, arousing, and unchaste. I confirm her suspicion. "Well you're right," I say. "I've never had a one-night stand," I grin, flustered, seemingly mirroring Lauren's own expression. "You were my first..."