EDITED 4.20.2015
A/N: I was really dissatisfied with the product of my earlier chapters, and so here's a revision of the first. Second + third coming sooooon :)

I'm totally a Disney nerd and couldn't help but come up with a college au for the five! Disturbingly on Google Docs the word count was four thousand something, but here it's only 1,391. Huh.

I don't own IDDI. Or any television show, really.

Jasmine's first thought was: Is there supposed to be a boy in my room?

She'd had gotten to her flight fast enough. Her parents drove her over to the airport, and she spent thirty minutes listening to the good old Dad Speech her older sister told her about - no excessive partying, don't trust drunkards, keep your grades up - mixed in with the usual tears and blubbering from her mom. When she got out of the car, Jasmine decided if she heard the words "my baby's growing up so fast" one more time, she was going to drown herself in the sink of the the airport restroom.

The airport and airplane ride was okay too - it wasn't too hard to figure where to go at what time. After about an eight hour flight from Tallahassee to Berkeley, Jasmine staggered out of the plane and into a taxi, coffee in hand.

When the taxi pulled up in front of the school, Jasmine let out a sigh of relief. She'd gotten to her dream school. Students rushed around campus, chatting loudly and comparing schedules and notes on the people there. Smiling, she helped the struggling taxi driver unload her stuff and made her way up into her assigned dorm.

"Hey, what's up?" said the earlier mentioned boy, grinning at Jasmine. He was brown-haired and wore a sweater over a collared shirt. He stood at a corner of the room, making an awkward, vulnerable angle for her as she set down her new suitcase on the floor.

"You are…?" Jasmine trailed off.

"Garrett," he said, quickly, but after a pause, as if he were confused about his name himself. "You?"

Jasmine cleared her throat awkwardly. "Uh, Jasmine."

Garrett flashed a grin. "Cool."

After another moment of silence, Jasmine coughed, "Any idea to who my dorm mates are?"

Garrett lifted a shoulder. "A little," he admitted. "I know you're rooming with Delia and Lindy, dunno who they are though."

Lindy and Delia. Jasmine wondered what they were going to be like.

"My dorm's across the hall," Garrett said, sitting down on a bed across from Jasmine. "I'm sharing with this guy called Logan."

"Hey, maybe we could all hang out together, my roommates and your's," Jasmine suggested, starting to unload her suitcase of clothes. It was a very heavy suitcase, at that, and she wished that she'd put some of her stuff in another bag.

"Yeah," Garrett agreed, his eyes lighting up. While he and Jasmine arranged plans to meet, a dark-haired girl walked in. She furrowed her eyebrows at the sight of their conversation, and only spoke when he exited with a wave at the two of them.

"Who's he?" she asked, "not bothering to introduce herself. "Your boyfriend, or somebody?"

Jasmine cleared her throat, embarrassed at the thought of them dating. "No, he's from across the hall. Decided to pop in and say hi."

"Oh, cool."

"Seems nice, doesn't he?"

"Yeah."

There was an uncomfortable lull in the conversation. The other girl extended her hand awkwardly. "Delia Delfano."

"Jasmine," Jasmine replied, shaking her hand. "Roommate?"

Delia smiled wryly. "Who else?"

Jasmine returned the smile sheepishly, deciding that she liked her roommate.

Lindy was, indeed, a hot mess.

She'd gotten to the airport late. The airport security was extremely slow, and it didn't help matters when her idiot brother had decided he wanted a coffee to go on the plane. They'd only barely caught their flight on time, and they had to wrestle past an army of wrinkly old women to get to their terminal. And, to put the cherry on that cake of insanity, there was no where to put her carry-on bags, so she shoved it underneath her seat, where it was wedged in tightly, yet still stuck out enough to make Lindy feel cramped as hell.

At that point in her life, she decided she was scarred for the rest of her existence and would remain immensely claustrophobic.

By the time they got to California, it was only around noon in local time, and Lindy was seriously jetlagged and nauseous from the ride there. She'd lost one of her bags because it was jammed in the baggage carousel, which did not help her drowsiness. When she finally slouched off the taxi, it was one thirty. Because of her lack of sleep, she felt like she was sleepwalking. In fact, she'd nearly fallen asleep when she shuffled to her dorm room.

She collapsed in her room, where her dorm mates were passed out, and barely brushed her teeth before realizing her shampoo and makeup essentials had exploded in her bag. It was some sort of nightmare, she told herself disbelievingly, this series of events could not be real. She pinched herself, ending up scratching herself badly.

Coming to this school does have a price… Lindy thought sleepily.

She promptly stumbled to the vacant bed and blacked out.

Jasmine was a little uncomfortable.

She was sitting in a car with people she'd only just met for a ten minute drive. Delia had already gotten used to her and Garrett, and while she and Garrett chatted easily together, Jasmine kept quiet. First of all, they were talking about whether masturbation was hygienic or not - which Jasmine found incredibly disgusting - and were speaking in easy, conversational tones - in which Jasmine found slightly disturbing. Second, Delia was already calling Garrett Gar-Bear. Wasn't it okay to feel a little unnerved?

They got to the Burger King. Jasmine wondered what Garrett's room mate was like. She knew he probably had to be blond, like Lindy, who'd crashed at their room at around two. She was surprised to hear that Logan wasn't tired like his sister was. Anyways, he was coming, and if he was a great Garrett kept saying he was, this was going to be a blast.

As the car pulled into the parking lot, Garrett rolled down his window and said, "We're here!"

Jasmine frowned. "Who are you talking to?"

Delia pointed outside. There was a shiny sportscar parked across the lot, and a guy strolled out toward them. His hair was a whole other shade of blond - dark blond, almost brown in the final rays of sunlight.

Jasmine, Delia and Garrett clambered out of the car. Logan came up to them to greet them. Not bad looking, Jasmine had to admit. "How's it going?" he said easily.

"Great," Garrett answered eagerly. "This is Delia and Jasmine, they're roommates of Lindy's."

"Awesome," Logan said.

Garrett beamed. From the looks of it Jasmine noticed that this was going just how Garrett imagined it would. "Great. Fantastic."

"Let's go inside," Delia cut in. "I'm really hungry."

"Yes, let's go," Jasmine agreed.

Walking inside, Garrett and Delia launched into another intense conversation about GMO. Logan trailed behind with her and mumbled, "They're really into it, aren't they."

Jasmine laughed quietly. "You should've heard their talk in the car ride here."

"I have a feeling that I really don't want to know."

Logan grinned, Jasmine laughed again, and that was the start of a beautiful friendship.