I reached for the last pair of headphones and another hand grasped them too. I follow the hands to a face. A face with a sweet smile and pretty blue eyes. We both pull our hands back at the same time. "You can have it," I offer. "No, it's fine. You can have it," he says, flashing that sweet smile once more. "Are you sure?" I ask uncertainly. "I insist, Miss..." he says, waiting for my name. "Thank you. And it's Alexandria Rhodes," I say, my hand reaching for the headphones. "Well it was a pleasure to meet you Alexandria," he says, spinning on his heel and walking away. Little did she know that the boy with the pretty blue eyes would change her in ways she thought unimaginable.

"My only wish is to have you." This ranked #97 in fanfiction and I keep it here to remember

lower case intended^ Ilya was always there. Yes she was the girl cheering the loudest at the 6th grade talent show. Yes, she was the girl video taping in 9th grade. Yes she knew him. But he didn't remember her. Zach Herron didn't remember his best friend. Begin 12/7/17 End ??

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.