A/N: So. I was having a hard time writing my other story and this idea kept jumping inside my head, so I asked myself "why not?" and here I am.

This idea first came to my mind when I was rereading Fangirl from Rainbow Rowell (I love her books and I highly recommend this one for everyone who likes fanfiction), but the book has actually very little (almost nothing, really) to do with my story.

This is AU. Nothing that has happened on the show happened here. No faking, nothing. Amy's POV.

English is not my first language, so be patient with me.

Feedback makes me write better and quicker. *wink*

CHAPTER ONE:

The very first thing Amy saw when she opened the door to her dorm was a girl with purple hair.

It was the day she was moving into the room she would be living for the whole freshman year ahead of her. It was actually the first time she was visiting the building and seeing her college dorm, which so far she had known only from pictures online. The photos, to Amy's surprise, were very accurate. The room was big, but simple, with four blank yellow walls; two beds with old mattresses Amy sure was not sleeping on; two wooden dressers, two wooden desks with some shelves on top and a mini-fridge-bar.

All of what had been on the pictures Amy saw at the internet.

Well. Except for the girl with purple hair.

Granted she didn't really know too many details about who was going to be her roommate, but she had received a name a few weeks before and had searched it on Facebook and she was pretty sure the girl she had stalked was not the girl inside her room.

Which meant the purple girl was in the wrong room and Amy had to tell her that.

Awkward.

The girl had her back to Amy and she was sorting through some boxes on the floor while her head was shaking in the rhythm of a song blasting out of her headphone.

"Hello?" she asked unsurely, but the girl did not listen to her. Entering in the room and putting the box that was in her hands on the floor, she then touched the girl's shoulder to call for her attention.

The girl jumped at her touch, turning to face Amy as her hands reached to her headphone to take it off.

"Girl, you scared me." She yelled with a different accent than Amy was used to, her tone flowing between something smooth and strong. Four words and Amy already found her voice completely intoxicating.

After her turning around, Amy was positive that the girl in her room was definitely not the girl who was supposed to be her roommate. This girl had dark and mysterious eyes, perfectly delineated in a cat eye style. Her hair was actually black and was pulled up in a trendy ponytail with twisted braids by one of the sides of her head and the purple end tousled everywhere. Her lips were full, pouty and had a mischievous smile as the girl was staring at Amy:

"You must be Annie." She assumed offering her hand.

"It's Amy, actually." She corrected, but still shook hands with the girl. She didn't know what it was, but this girl had something so cool and genuine about herself that Amy could not bring herself to look away from her.

"Reagan." The girl told her, "I'm your roommate's girlfriend." She explained observing Amy cautiously, as if searching for a reaction. After a pause of silence, she continued pointing for the window: "She's outside with her parents, saying goodbyes and whatever."

"Oh. That's cool." She said lamely, her mind elsewhere. Was her roommate a lesbian?, Amy wondered surprised.

Not that being a lesbian was a problem, since Amy herself was one – even if nobody knew it. Not even her best (girl) friend for whom she had harbored romantic feelings for a while during sophomore year of High School.

Reagan arched a flawless eyebrow at Amy. "So. Where are your other things? Do you wanna help getting them?"

"Hmm, my family is actually helping me. They must have gone to my sister's room first." She clarified looking back at the door and not seeing Reagan checking her out from head to toe with an pleased look on her face, biting her bottom lip to prevent a smile from forming.

"That's cool, that your sister and you are studying so close together." The girl with purple hair said trying to be nice.

"She's just my step-sister and we actually hate each other, so not really." Amy spoke rather aloofly. Seeing Reagan cringing at her, she offered more pleasantly: "But my best friend will be actually studying here too and she's more like my family than Lauren ever was." She said and just after saying it, she felt conscious for maybe sharing a little too much. "So, there's that... I guess."

"It's nice to have a familiar face around. Makes things easier." Reagan observed smiling gently as if comforting the girl, her consideration reaching her eyes and making Amy feel something intangible inside. "Why are you not sharing a room with your best friend?"

"She didn't want to." She answered honestly for the first time. When her mother or her stepsister or even her guy best friend had asked her about it, she had said it was a mutual decision. Now she was in front of a complete stranger and things just seem to roll easily out of her tongue. "She said we should try and live new things without each other and meet new people." She mumbled dejected, shrugging to at least try to give the impression she didn't care about it.

"Ouch." Reagan exclaimed, making a face. Her eyes were reflecting some sort of sympathy, though. "But well. You already meet this awesome person that I am by not sharing a room with her, so maybe it was for the best."

"Yeah." She smiled sincerely, "Maybe." Reagan smiled at that and winked gingerly at her, making Amy tremble inside again.

Not wanting to dwell on those feelings, Amy changed the subject to something lighter: "Do you study here too?"

"Yup. I'm a sophomore. Major at Music Business." Reagan explained, sitting on top of one desk easily, as if sitting there was natural for her. "But I have my own apartment, I don't live in the dorms. I'm just here to help Tatiana."

"It must be nice having your own place." She observed wondering why, why God, doing small talk was such a hard thing to do? "Are you and Tatiana together a long time?"

"Yes, since High School, actually." Reagan answered after some pause, with a thoughtful face.

"I didn't know High School romances could go that far." she admitted goofily and it was true. She actually didn't. She had only one boyfriend during High School and saying that relationship was a failure was an understatement.

"No kidding." Reagan smiled at her, rolling her eyes somewhat playfully. She looked at Amy, analyzing her with an arched eyebrow: "What about you? Did you leave a boyfriend back home?"

"No. No boyfriend." Amy said almost too quickly. She paused and thinking carefully about her next words, she explained her situation: "There are no boyfriends… around me." Then she completed for good measure, awkwardly: "Right now"

"I know what you mean." Reagan winked with a knowing gleam at her eyes and Amy felt her cheeks blushing profusely as her lips formed a shy smile.

They stared at each other for some seconds, green eyes and brown ones, a wave of silent sympathy and comprehension between them.

"I don't know why it's taking my family so much to get here." She then said out of nowhere, looking down. She felt a sudden need for air. "I'll go after them, if you don't mind staying here in case we miss each other… do you?"

"Don't worry, I'll hold the fort." The girl waived her off as she slipped through the door to the bursting corridor. A lot of others students had decided to move that day (it was Friday and the classes would begin on Monday) and there were boxes, suitcases and families in every corn. It was a chaos.

Taking the emergency stairs to Lauren's, her stepsister, floor, Amy surprised herself with some piece and quietness. She sighed relieved for the chance of thinking about… anything. She realized her mind was actually fuzzy since she had faced the girl with purple hair. The Reagan girl. She didn't know exactly why but she hadn't even thought about checking the rest of the room or calling her mother to see if they were going to take a little awhile at Lauren's room. No, her mind was suddenly fulfilled with purple hair and pouty mouth and that flawless eyebrow.

She didn't feel her hands sweat, she didn't feel her heart beating fast or any of the others things that would maybe show Amy she was crushing on the girl. No. She was just extremely distracted by the girl – yes, yes, that's the word, Amy thought. Distracted. Reagan was an overwhelming person. She overflowed people, she simplified.

She didn't stopped to dwell on why the girl was just so much for her when they had exchange so little words because, as she was going down the stairs, her leg suddenly bumped into someone who was sitting by those steps.

And that said someone had other someone at his lap, so as Amy bumped at him the girl in his lap almost fell.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Amy yelped horrified with herself as the girl tried not to fall by holding on the man she was sitting on.

The girl looked up at Amy when the couple finally founded some balanced. She was a strawberry blonde with the bluest eyes Amy had ever seen and she had a silly smile on her face.

God. The girl seemed stoned.

Just Amy's luck.

"It's all right, blondie." The girl said, waiving to Amy in an exaggerated way. "Really."

Then the guy – who was not-discreetly pushing the girl even closer to his lap, his hand grasping the girl leg under her dress – turned to Amy winking, "Yeah, blondie. We are cool. Don't worry." He smiled naughtily. He had dark eyes and dark hair and seemed oddly familiar to Amy, and if the she wasn't so mortified with the couple behavior she might have realized why he seemed so recognizable to her.

"Okay then. I'm gonna go. You keep doing… what you were doing. Sorry to interrupt." She said rather sarcastically, but the couple was not paying any attention to her as they were kissing obnoxiously. "Don't mind me," she mumbled then, looking away from them since it seemed the couple were going to start having sex right there at the stairs and she did not want to see that on her first day. Or any day, really.

Shaking her head dumbfoundly, Amy moved past them to keep going her way in search of her family downstairs.

After finding her mom and her stepfather and her stepsister and moving all her things into her room (and Lauren's belongings to her room, but there were fewer things because she was a year older than Amy and that was her second year at college), it was time to say goodbye.

Amy hated that part.

She was not an emotional person and she and her family had not a good relationship. Like she had told Reagan, her best friend was more like her family than her actual family had ever been.

But it was still her family.

It was all she knew.

On her worst days she could still count on going home to a family dinner with Bruce trying to make nice with her or saying something bad about Obama while her mother tried talking her into wear something girly. It was ridiculous and infuriating most of the time, but it was familiar, it was comfortable, it made her warm inside and it was going away on the family car back to Texas.

And she was just then realizing she was going to miss them more than she thought she would.

Damn.

She did not cry. She actually rolled her eyes as her mother cried, pretending to be the strong one. The one not affected by it. She had to be cool about it because Bruce had lost it completely. He was even worse than her mother was. He said he had learnt to see her as his little girl in Lauren's absence and the house would not be the same without her, and then he hugged her so tight she thought he might be able to break her.

Damn. Damn.

College had not even started and she was already on the verge of tears.

Amy returned to her room to find not only Reagan there, but also a girl who was sitting in the bed with Reagan, her back turned to the door and therefore to Amy. There were also a boy in a room, trying to help with the boxes that were everywhere.

Nobody paid attention to her when she entered.

"You told me you had stopped doing drugs." Reagan was saying and her tone was so cold compared to before, when Amy met her that all room seemed suddenly a hostile place.

"It's not drugs. It's just pot." The other girl was mumbling and there was some laughing tone in her voice, and Reagan looked at her with an unreadable look. Something between sad and angry, but with just so much deception it was heartbreaking.

Amy coughed because – really – she did not want to be in the middle of that discussion. Reagan looked at her and her eyes softened instantly.

"Hey Amy. Let me introduce you to your roomie." She said smiling tiredly, but still sincerely. The girl that had been sitting in the bed turned slowly to Amy. "Amy, that's Tatiana. Tat, that's Amy, your new roommate."

Amy stopped breathing.

Right in front of her, there was the stoned girl from the emergency stairs. The one she had caught seconds before she had sex with a guy in the stairs. The one with the bluest eyes Amy had ever seen and the strawberry blond hair.

"Hey." Tatiana said, not linking the dots. She kissed Amy's cheek, amicably. "It's so nice to meet you! And sorry about the mess, I meant to come earlier and welcome you, but things were crazy at home…" she trailed off. Neither of the girl seemed to sense Amy's discomfort.

"Oh, and this one here is Bryan" Reagan said gesturing to the guy who was also in the room and Amy turned to look at him. "He is my little brother. Bryan, this is Amy."

Amy's eyes grow wider.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

It was the guy from the stairs.

A/N: Let me reviews to know if I should continue, pretty please?