AN: First DL. I like to give it a twist, though.

This'll probably be multichaptered. I'll update when inspiration strikes me again.

Disclaimer: Yeah, I'm really Dan Schneider... rolls eyes

Dedicated to: My unofficial publisher. You know who you are. (:

Dana Cruz hoisted her backpack on her shoulders, trying to deflate her nervousness. As she entered her new world, she took a deep breath.

"Relax, Cruz," she said to herself. "They don't call you 'Danger' for no reason, right?"

A huge sign was above her, but it was in French. Trying not to get dizzy on the bajillion other French words surrounding her, she focused on the paper in her hand. It said that her room would be 101 on Lange Hall.

She smirked to herself. If that's not reminding her of PCA, she doesn't know what is.

With a slight self conscious swish of her hair, she marched on.

o.O

"I told you, I get the larger bed!"

As Dana entered Room 101, the biggest teddy bear she has ever seen nearly hit her on the head. Dana ducked.

"Oops! I'm sorry!" A tall, willowy blonde girl walked up to Dana and began inspecting her. "Are you hurt?"

Dana raised her eyebrows, trying to regain her cool composure. "What the hell are you guys doing?" She looked around the room. It was pretty spacious, much larger than their room at PCA, with sky blue walls, dressers and two large windows. There was one bunk bed, and a much larger single one, which kind of explains why Blondie was fighting with the girl sitting on the single bed. She too went to Dana.

"Sorry about that," the other girl said, not sounding sorry at all. She was smirking, and flipped her jet black hair, hitting Dana in the face.

"Watch where you swish that thing," Dana said in her Danger Cruz tone.

"Whatever." The girl went on unpacking.

"Sorry," Blondie said, looking really embarassed. "I'm Christi Simoneau. You new?"

Dana stopped herself from pummeling the other girl, and forced a smile. "Yeah. I'm Dana."

"Don't mind Priscilla. She's like that to everybody," Christi whispered. Then she giggled. "I guess we'll be bunkies, huh?"

Dana wrinkled her nose at the word "bunkies". It sounded like something Nicole would say.

PCA is definitely following me here.

"Great," Dana muttered.

Priscilla suddenly tossed the large teddy bear again. "Here's your little sucker, Chris."

"Don't call me that," Christi gritted. "I'm not a boy."

Priscilla rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I'm going to the caf to get lattes. Coming, Diana?"

"Dana."

"Whatever." Then she left.

"AUGH!" Christi exclaimed as soon as the door closed. "I hate her. And now I'm stuck with her for a whole school year!" She pounded on her pillow.

"Hey, hey, no need to get murderous on the fluffy pillow," Dana restrained her. "What's her deal, anyway?"

Christi looked more livid. "Priscilla Kietlieg is the bitchiest, most disgusting person in this school, that's her deal. As soon as she started here, she strutted around here like she's been crowned Queen of France."

Dana laughed. "Really? How come you got stuck with her?"

Christi rolled her eyes. "Please. She fought with her crew last year, and they moved to another school. And of all people, I had to be her roommate." To no one in particular she cried, "God, why are you punishing me?!"

Dana tried not to laugh.

After her tirade, Christi calmed down. "I'm glad you came here, Dana. Now I won't get stuck with that psycho alone."

"Lucky me," Dana said sarcastically. She began to unpack. Along with her clothes, she took out a picture.

"Oh, cute! Can I see?" Before Dana could answer, Christi snatched it from her hand.

"Aw, you all look so cute," Christi gushed. "Who are they?"

"Friends back home."

"That guy's cute," Christi said, pointing to a curly-haired boy with his arms around Chase and Michael.

"After you meet him, I doubt it you'll say he's cute anymore," Dana said with disdain, remembering that awful school dance.

"I still think he's cute," Christi replied, unfazed. Dana rolled her eyes. She took the picture from Christi.

"You miss them, don't you?"

Dana stopped.

Her answer?

Hell yes. For all those good times, the silliness, the laughs. She missed every stinkin' single one of them.

"Not really."

Christi shrugged. "Right. So, you coming to dinner? I promise, we'll sit as far away as possible from Priscilla."

"Nah, I need sleep. See ya tomorrow."

Without another word, she flicked off the lights.

Eh, I'm liking it so far.

Reviews inspire me to continue stories. ;D