"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

"I love you, Ashton" I whispered to his sleeping face, being careful so he doesn't hear. Quickly kissing him on the cheek, I run away knowing that he can't know, and he will never know. I'm in love with my bestfriend. "Diana?" Ashton's voice stops me. Tears threaten to fall down, but I push them away. "Yes?" "Could you please call Mel?" He replies. I nod and walk away.

He loved her in a that you can really only do the first time around. It's the kind of love that doesn't know better, and doesn't want to-- it's dizzy, and foolish, and fierce. That kind of love is really just a one-time-only type of love. She didn't understand him. He was rude, and full of himself, but he was different. Not only because he was a bubble-gum pop sensation in the band One Direction, but because of who he was verses what the media made him out to be. She at first didn't care either way. Being the babysitter, she was supposed to be a professional and only do her job. But will her lack of love, and her heart of bravery and broken shards step in the way when feelings begin to develop? Will she love him, in that crazy, fierce, wall breaking way?

The Nelsons used to have the perfect life, until the day comes when they are depending on each other to stay alive in this cruel world. STORY IS NOT FINISHED. WILL BE UPDATED EVERY FEW DAYS. Unless I have no wifi, so dont hold me to it. Leave a comment and a vote if you like it. Any names or likenesses in this story are purely fictional.

"Just wondering, Shoemaker. Are you going to tell your parents? Or should I?" When I was little, I was terribly afraid of heights. One day, in a bleak attempt to rid me of this, my father climbed onto the roof of our one story house with me on his back. I may have been hyperventilating, but otherwise I was doing well- until my foot slid across the shingles. It was only a foot or two that I moved, but my heart stopped. Right now, I feel like I've slid ten feet down the roof of my house on a bitterly cold day. "Because, last I remember, aren't they kind of conservative?" he continues. August is a 16-year-old closeted bisexual girl. When a girl moves in next door, her calm life is slightly shaken, and then turned upside down. Because she isn't just any girl next door: Emily is a gorgeous, red-haired, baseball-playing, fully out-and-proud lesbian. When the two girls grow close, things begin to change in their small town. ***Cover made by Emmy07*** (FICTION) (ROMANCE) (HUMOR) (GIRLxGIRL) (GIRLxBOY) (C) 2012 S.W. Stromberg. All Rights Reserved.