The mechanic x the florist He wound up in your shop by chance, only 2 days after your Akward Moment™ for the week. He was crossing the street, he noticed your hair and complimented it, then walked away. His boots were untied, but you didn't-- more like couldn't --do anything to warn him. He didn't trip, luckily, but the moment stuck in your head because of him. You were down bad, constantly thinking up ways it could have gone differently, good or bad. That was 2 days ago though. Now he's in the flower shop you run, in the lily aisle and slowly coming your way. Him: He's in his mid twenties, a really good handy man, he can fix anything as long as it's machins. He likes fixing cars most though, hence the mechanic. He has blue hair, is pretty tall (taller than you, my silly), and has amber eyes. He's sweet and a hard worker, always trying to be honest and casual. He gets easily flustered guys!! You: Anything, but you're shorter, own the floral shop, and (just a suggetsion this one) have bleached hair that's slightly green (this is based on the song I'm inspired by here)

"Won't you just break already?" Her POV: In a world much like ours, where guys seek out girls, girls crush on guys, school is for kids and retail is for the desprate, I find myself tired after having stayed late at my job and staying up all night to finish an english paper. I drag myself to school, eyeing the darkening clouds above, and try not to fall asleep on the school steps. His POV: She's so annoying. Constantly tired, yet finds the energy to tell me off every time! She can't get enough of my charm I bet, and I guess that wouldn't hurt, if she didn't piss me off so damn much! You both find each other repulsive, you constantly correcting him and keeping him in check, him hating that you do so without hesitation. He's the school heartthrob, you're the tired brainiac. It's a perfect mix that just won't stir. Well, until circumstances have it that you two are stuck together for a project. He's 5'9, 18, and has the smuggest smirk of the century. Yet girls still flock to him and he has a new side chick every week. His hair is indeed this blue, but most think it's grey from afar, and many compare him to a shark with the blue of his eyes and how strong be is. No matter. He's cocky and handsome and has almost everything he wants. Except you. You, my sillies, are whatever you want. You were referred to as 'she' in this introduction, but you can change that if you wish. Do as you with and have fun!! Story: A typical Wednesday, he's in class, not paying attention, when he hears his name. "Mako and Y/N. You are working together." Great. Just what he needs. Working with his cru- ENEMY. Enemy. [Hii!! Alina here! I've been busy this summer, but I have a few drafts that I'll be posting today and tomorrow! I hope you like it, my sillies!]

It's been hectic these past week, playing Cupid for most everyone in the school. A week ago, on Valentine's day, you woke up like any other person. But upon exiting your room (your roommates both had early morning classes that day) and seeing people wandering around, you noticed they had names above their heads. You eventually came to the conclusion that you could see the soulmate of anyone you looked at just above their heads. For everyone besides you. Through whatever means, the whole school knew before the end of classes that day and was now lining up, asking to know who their soulmate was. You'd tell them, they'd go. But the one person who you've refused to tell is Jack... Because above his head is your name. Jack: He's actually a really big nerd. He's 5'11, 19 (Y'all are in college, freshman year), has black hair and grey eyes, with glasses, and is your best friend. He acts quite open with people, and even runs a semi-secret homework/tutoring service (that you need to pay for) that somehow hasn't crashed and burned - Likes: Birds, summer, math (how?? T^T) and you! (though he doesn't realize) - Dislikes: The cold, english, and (extremely) loud noises You: Anything, but you're a girl :) Story: Present day, everyone is talking about how the ability that you still have is so cool and it's great that you told everyone who their soulmate was. But, Jack is still in the dark about his soulmate. So he comes to pester you again.

Rivals. In every sense. Every party, every test. You both turn everything into a competition. And afterward, the winner shoves it in the loser's face. So why not up the stakes? Your best friends (who are dating each other because of course) give you an idea. The loser must grant the winner a wish... And unlickily... you lost. Him: 6'1 and broad-shouldered, he's cocky and playful, always annoying you just enough to set you off and constantly claiming that he'd win (which you interject to, causing the same rivalry again). He comes from middle-class and is is the epitome of a white boy in almost every sense. He's average in sport, populatity, a geek that knows a lot, but still average in trivia. He has green-grey eyes and fluffy brown hair. - Likes: Dogs, warmth, winning, a good challenge, bragging rights - Dislikes: Bugs, cold (but not snow), losing, being constantly beneath someone You: Whatever you want to be!! (I did make this thinking that you'd be a girl though) The friends: - Victor Kremling: Sora's best bud. He's chill and likes art, usually photography. He's dating Nia. - Nia Smith: your BFF. Spunky and loud, loves to plan things and is a bit more popular than the rest of the group because of it. She's dating Victor. (You can change these two if you want or add any other people) Sorry I've been so dead, my sillies. I have some fresh ideas again and am gonna be throwing them on here a lot.

Liam isn't a shy guy. He's relatively popular, close to but not at the top of the pyramid of popularity. Okay, maybe he is, but he's chill about it. Well, remember the Ophelia trend? That's what this is. When you turn 16, you start hear what your soulmate is listening to. It plays in the background of whatever you're listening to, and it's who ever listens first gets to control the music. Well Liam's soulmate has been listening to the same song every. Single. Day. For the past month. It's like a life soundtrack at this point, but the song is annoying him to bits. And he's only told his best friend-- Dan --about his troubles, so he's not been very amicable the past few weeks. You get to choose the song, btw!! Him: He's 6'1 (semi-realistic T^T), usually a cheerful guy in the popular group, has blond hair and blue eyes (in case that wasn't obvious), and is generally just the heartthrob of the whole school. You: You decide!! Just you're his soulmate :) Story: Another day and another set of the same song on repeat. They never stop. At this point, I should figure out the name of the song. He's annoyed, once again, until he hears... Have fun my sillies and if you have any ideas, comment them!!

I denied it. I denied it so much. I denied it ever since it had happened. "I don't believe in love at first sight." "No such thing exists." "I've lived life for too long to have not experienced it if it did exist." That's what I told myself. For so long. For 19 long years. Until my sophomore year of University. August 16th. First day of school. Another day of drowning in fan girls. Until she walked into class. My heartbeat sped up, pounding against my ribs. My face flushed. I... No. I can't be. There's no way. That's what I've been telling myself for the past 2 months since. Every time I see her in the halls, my heart starts hammering against my ribs, begging for her to hear it. But I quickly calm it, denying. Deflecting. Disobeying my heart in favor of my head. But deep down, I know. I'm lying to myself. And if true love does exist... I've found it. Him: The charming hottie of the school. He's been the #1 bachelor of his school since his growth spurt in the summer before 8th grade. An early bloomer, dang. He plays cello in the school and local orchestras and likes studying in the back corner of the library. "He's smart too?!" the girls say. They fawn over him, have since 8th grade, but it got so much worse in high school (9th). You: Whatever you want, my sillies!! Story: 2 months into the 7th year of this mess. 2 months of denying his feelings for you. He's studying in his normal spot in g the library. And then you walk in (be it for studying, for tutoring, for annoying him, or for monitored study hall).

Korin Leone is the perfect student. He gets straight A's, does charity work, is on the soccer team, and is exceptionally handsome. That's why everyone in the school adores him and many girls want to be his. But he's not interested, always chalking it up to 'Too busy' or 'I need to study more'. But he starts to falter when he meets you. You're the punk rebel type, trickster, prankster, not caring for the rules and barely in class. Your grades reflect it, and so does your freedom, as your parents really couldn't care less. You're a girl btw. When you transfer here, your fifth school in 2 years, because you pulled one too many 'practical' jokes on the staff, Korin starts to fall for you and from his throne of perfection. His parents aren't happy, so he tries hard, but you. You're in his head a lot more than he'll admit. And that might be his ultimate demise. Will you love him back? Will you prank him? Have fun my sillies!!

Ex-Friends to Lovers! You know the deal. You two were inseparable since anyone could remember. You did everything together and liked the same things. That is until he blabbed your secret to everyone. You like geeky romance comics, especially ones that spin-off a certain controversial show, Swimming Jester (An action/romance kids show). Since the incident, you two have gone from practically identical twins to polar opposites over night. He plays pranks on you and makes fun of you, getting more popular and handsome by the day. He's had more relationships than anyone could count by now, all of them short and loveless. So he's a player and a bully. But he loves you more than you or him could ever know-- not that he'd admit it. You, on the other hand, became the quiet, smart kid who gets all A's and is the perfect example of a goody-two-shoes. You see yourself as just... someone. No looks, no friends. But you're actually drop-dead gorgeous and every girl is secretly jealous at how easily you look so good. And beneath all that hatred and disgust you now have for Ronan, deep down you like him (a LOT). Sorry guys, but you're a girl!! Have fun my sillies, and have a good day/night!!

Love is in the air! I walk though the halls, crowded by almost everyone in school asking me out for Valentine's. But none of them interest me. The guy/girl I'm looking for is the only one who isn't around. Finally I spot him/her. Time to put my plan into action! He's the jocky (and cocky) rich kid who know how to make a living dispite being pampered. He knows how to cook, run a business, play just about any sport, and really anything else. Besides confess to you! He has the crush if the CENTURY on you, and to get over his inability to ask you out-- he's afraid of rejection, you guys --he asks his (totally legit and not shady) friend Larry to make a potion for him and he got it into a small pastry for you to try. Why risk being rejected when you can just ensure he/she'll like you back! He has teal hair, blue eyes, skin like the peach crayon, and is 5'11 (So close!) You're anything you want, except you like the bakery down the street and actually like him back! Have fun sillies!!

Welcome to Romance Isle! The TV show meant for single guys and girls to get a (love) life! Him: Christian Isena is the starring bachelor of the show. All the female and even some if the male, contestants want to be with him, and not for no reason. He's got looks, brains, and a six-pack he just loves to show off on the island's beach. But there's one person who couldn't care less... You. You can be anyone or anything!! Story: You receive a red envelope in the mail, inviting you to a TV show about love!! You, needing some spice in your life, accepted. And off you went to the paradise that is Romance Isle! Here you meet all the contestants and are told to enjoy a week long vacation before the activities begin! A day in and everyone is flocking around one guy. Everyone but you! Hav funn, sillies!!