**COMPLETE** This teenage girl has always been the outcast. She's always had it hard at school, home, and practically anywhere. On the night of a school dance, her life changes forever. She is faced with a choice: to enter or not to enter. CC- Joseph Evans

Will I Always Be: Just A Friend? {Book 1} *** {Teen Fiction #1} Ashton Thompson is everything you'd want in a boyfriend. He's funny, caring, childish at times, loving, romantic...oh and he's drool-worthy gorgeous. It's just a shame that he's my best friend...NOT my boyfriend. Being in love with your best friend SUCKS. Watching him kiss other girls HURTS. Acting like he means nothing more to me than just a friend KILLS. *** Lydia and Ashton have been best friends from the very beginning. They tell each other everything and know everything about one another. Well, so Ashton thought... Lydia has been secretly in love with her best friend for as long as she can remember. However, she keeps it to herself, not wanting to ruin their close friendship. Now they're both 18, things begin to change after a couple of 'moments' between the pair...will their friendship stand the test? And will Lydia only ever be to Ashton...Just A Friend? **THIS IS NOT A 5 SOS FANFICTION** *Credit to @XxTofiexX for my gorgeous book cover* Highest Ranking - Teen Fiction #1 (10/11/15)

After the end of Hazels engagement and the fear of the unknown, she moves back to her hometown for a new start and to heal her wounds. She's reunited with her four friends, Jayden Flores, Robin McKinley, Joey Osbourne, and Charlie Tomkinson, after eight years of silence. The question is, will they be able to teach her to love again, or will her past just be the death of her? Excerpt from Chapter One: "Their faces were a blur to me now, nothing but pixelated colors on shapeless figures meant to be teenage bodies. The memories of how they looked slowly inched its way out of my vision, first taking away the shape of their noses and fullness of pink lips, then moving to the exact color of their large eyes and type of freckles or birthmarks that appeared on their skin. Their voices followed, I could no longer remember if the sound that fell from their tongue had a throaty rasp to it or a deep twang of an accent. That's what happens when you lose contact with people for eight long years, no letters with colorful attached photographs or hour-long phone calls to jog your memory of the people you used to call your family. Nothing to go off of except for your mind that plays painful tricks on your emotions and views of the past you used to live."