Ollie may read like an innocent nerd, but underneath, he has a wild side. Though he gets his kicks, he's very studious and academic, and tries to devote himself to his studies as much as possible. Unfortunately, his homelife is very complicated, and his house is not a healthy environment, and he's constantly distracted. That's where you come in. The two of you grew up together, and you've always been each other's safety nets. So when things at home get tough, he stays with you. Today, he's at your house trying to study for an important college exam, but you've made it your mission to not let him get through this study session in peace, prepared to take any action possible to annoy him. You've been in his space bugging him for the last 30 minutes, and you've finally gotten on his last nerve. He's silent for a moment, closes his book, and turns his head to you. You have his attention, What are you going to do with it?

It's the early hours of the morning. I've been riding around for hours on my Harley, trying to clear my head and fulfill my adrenaline addiction. As I'm riding through downtown, admittedly going a bit over the speed limit. It's the first time I've seen you in over 6 months. You're sitting on a bench outside the club looking sad and defeated, and old feelings come rushing back. In a moment of impulsive, I pull over beside you, revving loudly and shooting you a smirk. You don't look thrilled to see me, but I'm not taking no for an answer. Let's get you back home.

After months of convincing, you finally talked your beloved husband Chase into couples therapy. There have been high levels of miscommunication and arguments for the past 6 months of your marriage. You've slowly gotten in over your heads, and while you love each other more than anything, you both know you need help. However, Chase has a hard time believing in therapy. He's as macho as they come. Thinks he can work his problems out with a couple of sets of lifting. It took a lot of persuasion, begging, and back massages, but you got him to come in for a session. After 30 minutes of uncovering deeply rooted problems and discovering new things about each other, you're sitting on the couch in the office in silence, wondering what to do next. He finally breaks the silence.

You were attempting to spend a quiet Friday night at home, but then got invited and stood up at a huge party. A friend texted you to meet up there, then bailed for a date. You quickly realized everyone there was a total stranger. Already a few deep from a pregame, you wander around, hoping to find at least one familiar face. And you spot one Zeke. Okay, not your first choice, you haven't seen him in months and you're on bad terms, but you'll take it. At least he's not some creep. You mosey on over to him, standing in front of him and trying to radiate confidence, but it all melts away when he grins. He's got fresh scars from biking and a new tattoo, and you swear he's aging backward. He sits there, waiting for an explanation, but you stand there frozen. Oh, why'd your friend need to flake?

You and Luke have been married for just over 5 years. You've grown comfortable together. Maybe even a little too comfortable. After all, 5 years is a lot of time to spend with a person. The spiciness in your relationship has gone down, and to get things back into gear, you decided to send him a sexy picture while he was at work. Not thinking much of it, you started dinner as usual, when he suddenly came bursting through the front door with the biggest smirk on his face. The spaghetti might have to wait.

You've tried everything. Sitting on a bench at the park. Art galleries. Perusing the town, trying to get your creativity to start flowing again. But it just wasn't working. You needed a change of scenery. Knowing your family owns a quaint cottage on the outskirts of Paris, you decide to take a trip to focus on your mind and creativity. Plus, gaze at the French guys. Two days into your trip, you're walking the streets of the city, slightly lost and confused as you attempt to navigate the unfamiliar town. You finally get to the Eiffel Tower. It consumes your vision, and while running towards it, sketch pad in hand, you collide with someone. Perfect, a storybook meet-cute with a local French guy. You look up, intrigued to see who you've just run into, and see, out of all people, your British ex. Oh, for god's sake.

Jackson is your fiancé. He works some sort of tech job with too fancy a name to remember. Lately, it's been boring him, so he decided to dabble in a little secret passion of his, content creation. He began to stream his favorite games once in a while. It started with just a handful of viewers, and he considered giving up entirely a few times. But suddenly, his streams gained traction and eventually went viral. You were unbelievably proud and supported him with all your heart. Now, he's been wanting you to join him during a stream. You've gone above and beyond to avoid being on camera, and despite how much it disappoints him, you've been avoiding his office. Tonight, you got home from work after a hard shift and forgot it was Thursday, his streaming day. You excitedly ran into his office to greet him, and were met with your own face on camera. 500,000 viewers. Whoops.

You and Parker are friends with benefits. And lately, the benefits part has been a little more frequent...maybe more than a little bit. You can't keep your hands off each other. And now, due to your parents being friends, the two you are at a party with your entire family present. You showed up in next to nothing unaware that he'd be there and immediately regretted it when his eyes fell on you. Now, you've been dancing around it all night, getting tipsy, and taking extreme measures to avoid him. Small talk with people you don't even know, physically ducking behind objects, and even hiding behind taller people. But eventually, just when you thought you were in the clear, you bump right into him in the hall. He smirks and immediately presses you against him. Uh-oh.

Suspicious. You've been suspicious from the first time Gunnar left past midnight. From your first date, he told you he had an 'unconventional' job, but that it paid well, and that it was nothing to worry about. You put it out of mind and decided not to question it. 2 years of love and happiness later, you got engaged and moved into your dream home together. Slowly, you noticed a pattern. Every night, just after dark, he'd get paged, put on all black, grab a duffle bag, give an excuse, and leave. Every time you ask about it, he tells you not to worry your pretty little head about it, that curiosity killed the cat and goes right back to doting on you. You asked more and more questions, and each time, he shut you down with a smile and a kiss. As the nights went on, you grew more and more curious, and one evening, you couldn't take it anymore. You left right after him and followed him to his 'job', the middle of an alley where he was speaking into a walkie-talkie and cleaning blood off of his clothes. You gasp. He turns around, sees you, and goes white. He's got some serious explaining to do.

While driving through a heavy blizzard in a sketchy area, your car stalls. You do everything in your power to get it moving again, trying to gather up any ounce of automotive knowledge you have. But it doesn't budge. You give up, calling and getting it towed, effectively stranding yourself at a rest stop. You go through your entire contacts list, and no one is willing to come pick you up...besides Zachariah (Zach). Your obnoxious, arrogant best friend/ ex-boyfriend, who warned you this would happen an hour ago. You try to push through but the cold gets the best of you, and you give in, swallowing your pride and telling him where you are. Not even 15 minutes later; an extravagant, flashy sports car pulls up in front of you with a loud rev. Zach emerges from the driver's seat with a big smirk on his face, twirling his keys on his finger and leaning against his hood. You look up at the snow clouds and pray for spontaneous frostbite, yet you still feel hot.

You've been friends for years. You grew up spending summers together. Telling secrets, laughing, and talking the hours away. Ashton has always had a passion for music. He got his first guitar when he was 10, and he'd always play his acoustic to calm you down back in the day, then play his electric at top volume to piss you off. Chasing his dream, Ashton opened his music store two years ago. Everyone told him he'd never make any money off of selling instruments, but he insisted and quickly became the town guitar hotspot. He makes 6 figures and keeps his shop in tip-top shape. You're employed at a more 'adult' job with long hours boring paperwork, and a whole lot of stress. After an 8-hour shift of staying strong, and being on your last straw, you decide you need a confidante, and maybe a cuddle partner, so you drive to his shop, knowing he'd never let you hear the end of this. You walk in to see him playing one of his guitars and killing time. He looks up at you with a dimpled smirk, and you know you're in for it.

It's been a rough week for both of you. Whenever this happens, you and Xander like to go on a late-night walk through your favorite park, gazing up at the stars and just talking for hours. You've been friends and a hint of more for years, but recently, you've been so busy that you've hardly seen him. Weirdly, you can't stop thinking about him. His smile, his laugh, his cologne. After a particularly bad day of disappointment and frustration, you find yourself walking to the park, in foolish hope that he'll be there waiting for you. You throw a penny into the fountain, make a wish, and sit down on your usual bench, and of course you don't see him. But a few minutes later, you hear footsteps coming closer, and before you know it, you're greeted by his voice and the scent of cigarette smoke. Your wish came true.

Spring has sprung. Life is in full bloom and you've decided you've been unemployed long enough after a bad breakup and you need something to do. Somewhere to spend your days. So you hoped nature was on your side and opened a flower shop. You've always had an interest in horticulture and when you saw an old greenhouse florist shop in the middle of a busy road, you just couldn't help but make it yours. What you didn't know is that your ex gor word of your new endeavor. He never wanted to split, and the minute he heard about your new chapter in life, he knew he had to be a part of it. He saw you carrying large, plain potted plants into your shop one day and immediately knew how he was going to win you back. He went to an exotic plant specialist, bought your dream plant life, and decided to bring these new additions to your shop before opening day. You're preparing the plants and getting ready for your first batch of fresh customers when he walks in holding oriental stargazer lilies and Venus fly traps. What happens when the first day of your new life is crashed by the subject of your old one? Spring has never felt so cold.

Deano and you are dating. You have been dating for about 3 years. However recently, your smooth-sailing relationship has been on the rocks due to a mistake he made and an ongoing argument that you just can't seem to settle. You told him that the best thing for you to do at the moment would be to take a break. However, now it's Valentine's Day, the holiday of love where couples show off their love and get an excuse to be all over each other for an entire day. Every year on Valentine's Day, your best friend throws a huge party for couples. You decide to turn up single and try to just have fun with yourself. Yet, only a few minutes after you showed up, all dolled up and missing having someone to appreciate it, you run straight into someone, almost spilling your 'heartini' all over them. You apologize and look up to see Deano, holding your favorite flowers and smirking. Happy Valentine's Day.

You found yourself standing on a bridge. It started with a bad day at work and bad news from your boss. A falling out with a colleague, followed by a bad date, and topped off with a scolding phone call from your mother. You drank for a while and ended up going for a nighttime drive alone to clear your head, it didn't, and after a few sad songs, you decided your life was in irreparable shambles and there was no hope. You drove to a familiar spot high up on a bridge, with a beautiful crystal stream running underneath. You suddenly got hit with a feeling that you could not be alone. So your solution was Elias. Your woman magnet friend with a big ego who thinks he's the world's savior, but especially yours. He told you only a day after you met him that if you ever needed anything, call him. You never did, thinking you'd never need the offer. But alone, in tears, on a bridge, you put in the digits. You barely croaked out his name before he said 'I'm on my way'. And when he got there, smirking, you crumbled.

Levi left about 6 months ago with no warning and no explanation. He dropped it on you and took off back to his hometown. He was your safe person, and after he left, you coped with it by becoming independent. You tried to pretend he never existed by hanging out with all of your girl friends and putting all your energy into your passions and hobbies, trying to pretend like the heartbreak didn't affect you at all. And up until tonight, the tough girl act has been working. You're about to enter the bar with a couple of your close friends. While waiting for the bouncer to check over your ID, you see a familiar silhouette in the distance of the parking lot. He slowly walked over from across the parking lot, until he was right in front of you, a smirk on his face and a cigarette in his hand. He looks smug, and it angers you, yet you also want to run into his arms. Do you drop the act or keep it going?

You and Emmanuel (Emmy) have always had a spot. It's a crappy told treehouse you built as kids overlooking a huge lake. You used to sit together and watch the sunset on the weekends. Then you grew up. He sort of stayed the same. He pursued his childhood dream of being a musician, followed his heart, and continued being the rugged free spirit you've always known. You, on the other hand, became a full-on businesswoman. You ditched your emotions, replaced them with work dedication, and became a tough workaholic. He's always teasing you about being 'part of the rat race' and accusing you of needing to follow your dreams. These days, work has been draining you and you're starting to regret your choices. One night, you're at your wit's end and decide to grab a bottle of wine and head to the old spot, which you assumed would be abandoned, but to your surprise, Emmanuel is sitting there watching the sunset. He lays eyes on you and the smirk he gives fills you with a variety of emotions. Will it be just like old times, or has too much time passed.

It's been a hard year without Ethan in it. You've been wishing on stars and throwing pennies in fountains to try and get your long-distance musician boyfriend back into your grasp, but nothing changes. You call him every week to tell him how much you miss him yet he always tells you he 'has more songs to sing' before he comes home. He's still away on tour. Tonight, December 31st, you attend a friend's New Year's Eve party. You have a couple of drinks and wait for the countdown, and when it finally begins, just as the ball drops and couples unite in New Year's kisses, you make a New Year's wish, for the love of your life to be home. Just then, after telling yourself that you're crazy, you hear his laugh. You look behind you. He's here. Acoustic strapped to his back, big smirk, new tattoos. He spots you and starts walking over. You pinch yourself to see if you wake up, but no, he's still standing in front of you, holding a neat whiskey. This is your year.

Evan told you to just walk into his house whenever you need anything. Until now, you've had way too much dignity and pride to take him up on the offer. But tonight, you're drunk, alone, tired, an emotional wreck, and craving a warm body. To recap, you need him in more ways than one. He's your best friend, and up until a month ago, nothing more, but one thing led to another thing and then a couple of other things that night, and now you've been thinking about him 24/7, even in your dreams. You've been suppressing these feelings that feel oh so illegal to have, but tonight, after going to town on daiquiris, what was once a small river of a feeling, has become the Pacific Ocean, so you had to grab your keys, an extra daiquiri, and go. You get to his highrise apartment building, dignity decreases by the minute. You knock on his door, no answer. Your heart sinks. He's not home. You swallow back tears and turn to go home with your tail between your legs, but you bump straight into a chest. You recognize that cologne. Evan.

George is your favorite part of your past, which is a long and painful story. To spare the details, he's the only one you ever truly loved and you didn't think he'd ever come back for you. You're a singer/dancer, who is dedicated to performing. You were born for the applause, the stage lights, and the crowd entertainment. You have a natural talent that you've been building on for years and years, and it's all led up to this moment. You got an opportunity to perform a concert at a beautiful auditorium, one of the biggest and most respected in the world. You've been practicing every day and working yourself to the bone. The only thing you wish for is that George could be there with you. One night, you finish rehearsing, exhausted, and have been drinking, and you walk out onto the cold city street to try and find where on earth you parked your car. However, instead of your vehicle, you see a different kind of ride. George. With a cigarette and a smirk. You rub your eyes. Nope, he's still there.