They weren't supposed to meet. But life does that sometimes; it throws in a couple of new faces that bring you the utmost of joys in the most unlikeliest of places, and every now and then, you'll come across someone who changes you - someone who's genuine and wonderful and full of hope; someone who changes your perspective on the things that you had stored away in the cardboard box sitting in the dark corner of your closet, someone who opens up your eyes to new things; bright and beautiful things that you can't believe you hadn't seen before, someone who's iridescent. And once you meet them, nothing will ever compare.

one of the biggest problems of being a teenage girl is that you're a teenage girl. ruby dillinger isn't special or anything, but she has her fair share of nanoscale problems — seducing josh kitsey, one-upping ruby lee, passing PE, combatting monsters of the boyish-white kind, her best friend going on a bible-bumping retreat into a third-world country for the next two months, and saving her sister from being roped into a terrorizing girl gang. (ok im doing elisa's challenge like 5 months late w/e) humor #158 teen fic #232

At a college party where she doesn't want to be, Mary Landry discovers someone who sparks an interest in her. Someone who causes sparks to fly, but not in a romantic way. The sparks come from cigarettes that Vincent Brewer smokes. With a confession he gives, Mary is set to help him stop smoking even if that means sneaking in a new rule to those existing. But when a dark secret is found out, will Mary feel the same way or even trust him for that matter?

Two teens forgotten by the world kill time together. {Copyright © 2014} {completed} Short Story #71 / Romance #317

❝sometimes finding your own vice will teach you to shut up, swallow your own rehab, and mind your own sin. ❞ cover by labyrinth-

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.

I dance like a beached whale. I have never been kissed. I've also been called a mountain goat because I can bound up a rock wall like nobody's business. It'd be a solid nickname if mountain goats didn't weigh three hundred pounds on a good day and the females didn't have beards. But I'll take being likened to a heavy animal with facial hair if that means I'd also be capable of leaping twelve feet in the air like them. Anyways, to learn more about Anya (that's me!) and her last summer before college, press 'one' for more information.

"A torch song is a sentimental love song, usually one lamenting unrequited love. Typically (but not always) sung by women." Everyone is in love with Allison Reed.