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Ripe by cookiesinjanuary
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Willow is an outcast. At school, she's kept at a distance by almost everyone and everything, including her very own guidance counselor, all for three extremely pathetic reasons. One: She has angel bites, the two twin piercings above your lip. Some people find these horrific. Two: She doesn't talk unless she has to. Not exactly mute, but when she does decide to speak every now and then, people get overwhelmed. Three: She always writes the word "ripe" on her wrist every day in Sharpie. It's considered strange. Willow doesn't mind being an introvert... too much. However, when Andrew, a guy that everyone also labels as an outcast, starts bickering with her, Willow can't help to respond to it. Who knows? Maybe Willow isn't ripe after all... and maybe Andrew isn't, either.
Vanilla by leigh_
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"Not just a flavour, but a way of life." When seventeen-year-old Flo Kennedy is forced to up sticks and trade her life in London for a sleepy seaside town on the south coast, she's anything but excited. Walden-on-Sea could win awards for being Britain's dullest town, and with a population consisting almost entirely of over sixties, teenagers are an endangered species. Silently struggling with her parents' death and separation from her sister, Flo's convinced she's in for the worst summer of her life. But when she meets the guy in the ice cream shop, things start to change. It's not long before she lands herself a job, a new set of friends and maybe even the beginnings of first romance. For the first time in several years, she's happy. But Flo knows all too well that things can't stay perfect forever, and after all, being on top of the world only gives you further to fall.
Nights with Wyatt (Updating Soon) by coquetry
coquetry
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It was an unspoken agreement between us. Some nights he would show up at my window and I let him in, no questions asked. And the next day, it was forgotten; we just continued on as the strangers we were to each other.
Birdy by altarviolence
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"You look dead." I'm not dead. I'm still alive. Don't look at me. I'm ugly. I need to be perfect. Absolutely perfect.