When the quiet girl in Clayton Hugh's chemistry class comes knocking on his door at five in the morning barely covered up in her little pajamas, inattentive, and drooling like crazy, he has no choice but to take her inside. But once Lucy Walker wakes up inside a room she has never seen before wearing an over-sized t-shirt and gym shorts, you can imagine the pure panic setting in her. The subtle addition of Clayton entering the room shirtless doesn't help much either. After three years of fawning over him, leave it up to her sleepwalking to finally get Clayton Hugh to notice her.

Austen O'James is the classic invisible yet inspiring teenage girl, who's destined for greatness but who's just too afraid to leave the comfort of her shell. A bookworm at heart, and a secret passion for music, living with her mother after her parents divorce, alone with no siblings to squabble with, she wishes nothing but to leave her home town and escape into the stupendous world that everyone writes about in stories. However, currently she's fighting the battles of a zero existent social life that deems her too busy. But what happens when one day a small note is left for her in the library? And then another and another. Finally when everything starts looking up, Austen starts looking down, memorising the messy loopy handwriting of the boy she's never met, yet knew too much. How long until she starts quoting Nolan? #BOOK1 COMPLETED

He looked like an a n g e l Smelled like c i g a r e t t e s Sounded like a m e l o d y Felt like v e l v et And tasted f o r b i d d e n

NOTE: this story is no longer ongoing. I have some notes about this in the most recent chapter :) When I finish the last bit of beer, I hold the bottle upside down. "It's all gone." "It's all gone," she confirms, a serious expression on her face. "What do we do?" She looks at me expectantly, like I know all the answers to life, even though I'm so drunk, I can't even think straight. I have no idea what I should do, but I sure as hell know what I want to do. And even though I shouldn't, I really shouldn't, I lean forward until our foreheads are touching, because that's what I want to do. "This," I whisper, and press my lips to hers. ******** Nate's the school player; he gets any girl he wants, when he wants. When Aubrey, the hottest, yet sweetest, girl he's ever met, transfers to his school, he thinks that he's in for a good lay. But after spending a drunken night together, Aubrey offers him something he doesn't expect, and can't refuse - a friends with benefits relationship. They click surprisingly well, so when Nate finds out why Aubrey is always so uptight, he decides that he's going to help her loosen up a bit. So every Saturday, he comes up with something wild and exciting for her to do. And every Saturday, they fall for each other, just a little bit more.

[PLEASE READ REVISED VERSION INSTEAD (BLACK HOLES ALL THE WAY DOWN)] "You know, there are two reasons why people don't talk about things; either it means nothing to them or it means everything." It's a year after Connor Mathews committed suicide, leaving his best friend Danielle lost and confused. The two shared everything since they were kids, so where were the signs? Why did Connor believe the world would be better off without him? Danielle is familiar with loss, but this news hits her like a bullet. Connor and Danielle were partners in crime. But with Connor gone, Danielle is just a lonely outsider with a slight temper and a high probability to self-destruct. After a few unlikely encounters that create a few unlikely friendships, Danielle begins to wonder if maybe not all surprises are bad. But without the answers she needs to erase the ambiguity surrounding Connor's death, how will she maintain a healthy life? Is it possible to live happily even in the face of everlasting unanswerable questions?

Jas gives me a sympathetic look. She sighs heavily, long nails tapping against the wooden table, dodging the 'Missing' posters scattered all over the surface. "Maybe," she finally says, "Just maybe, he doesn't want to be found, Ava." I clench my jaw. "No. I refuse to believe that. He's not like that." "What do you know?" Jas snorts, finally withdrawing her hand from the table and turning back to look at me. "You don't even know him." xx Ford Wilson was in three out of four of Ava Jackson's classes. They had one mutual friend, did a project together once in sophomore year, and had the same lunch. When Ava's car had broke down, she had even ended up parked outside of Ford's house, asking for gas. In Ava's life, he was everywhere. And yet, she didn't notice him until he was nowhere to be found.

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing

One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to laugh, how to protect, and even possible how to love. I only asked one thing "Why?" I still remember the one phrase that changed my life"Let me carry her" This one single and normal phrase was said by none other than Cooper Kingsley, our school's and town's bad boy. He was the championship boxer who drove a motorcycle and got into trouble frequently. He's the guy with brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through, the guy with irresistible cold blue eyes and the guy with a built and strong body that made girls crazy. He wasn't your typical player either; no he was just hard to get- A complete tease. And the fact that he would volunteer to help a girl like this, was not normal. So what did Cooper Kingsley want anything to do with the bland and boring me? I was completely and utterly average. Or so I thought. So why did the devil suddenly become my guardian? Let's find out. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | brech33se

Three old friends. Nine new ones. One old house. A handful of new houses. Once a happy girl, now a sad one. Daddy's gone Mommy's slipping away. No one can hear you when you're screaming silence