CHAPTER ONE

I would never forget that year. The year that I met my future life partner. Maureen Johnson.

We met in our freshman year at NYU. We were roommates. Little did we know how much we had in common. We were both minoring in vocal performance. She was majoring in acting, and I was majoring in law. I know it's a little weird to have completely different majors rooming together, but that's just the way it is. And it was worth it.

When I first met her, I knew that we'd hit it off immediately. We'd become great friends, and to my hope, much more than that. I just hoped that she was a lesbian, just like me. It was highly likely, since I'd learned that at NYU, they don't make a straight person room with a lesbian because of fights that had happened in previous years. Which isn't very smart, because of their "no sex in the dorms" policy. How can they expect two lesbians not to be attracted to each other at all when they live together for a year? It's impossible. It's confusing. I say that NYU needs some better rule-makers.

Anyways, Maureen, right off the bat, I could tell would be a very energetic, friendly person. As soon as I opened up our dorm room, she got up from lying in her bed and ran up to me to hug me. We didn't know each other before, but she made it seem like we did.

"Hi! You must be my new roommate, Joanne. I'm Maureen. What's your major?" she squealed with delight.

"Yeah, that's me. Nice to meet you. I'm majoring in law and minoring in vocal performance. And you?"

"Oh my gosh! I'm minoring in vocals, too! I'm majoring in acting, though." There was a long silence between us. Maureen broke the silence with, "Hey, don't they have some kind of policy where straight girls can't room with lesbian girls?"

"Yeah, why?" I responded. Slowly, it all came to my. My mini-fantasy had come true. One of the hottest girls I had ever seen would spend an entire year with me. And better yet, she was lesbian too!

She sent me a smile telling me that it was true about her, and I sent one back giving her the message.

"So, do you want me to help you unpack your things or something?" she asked after our smile communication.

"Uhm, yeah. That would be great. Thanks. I guess I'm sleeping in the bed that isn't already covered with blankets and sheets, right?" I examined Maureen's living space. She wasn't the neatest person I'd ever met, but then again she wasn't the messiest. She was also just moving in. I couldn't expect her to have unpacked everything and put in its exact spots yet, could I?

"So, when did you get here?" I asked as she helped me make my bed.

"Oh, just about two hours before you did. I had time to make my bed and take out my clothes and get out my books. All I have to do is put up my posters and set up my computer. Oh, and get my toiletries out. I also had time for the most wonderful nap of my life."

"Oh. Fun. Well, now you get to help me unpack!" I shouted with sarcastic delight. It would be fun to unpack with her, but I doubt she wanted to. She probably wanted to go take another nap or watch T.V. or something. But she ended up helping me organize all of my things and I helped her finish organizing her things.

When we were finished taking a well-deserved nap in our "new" beds, we took a shower and decided to order delivery from the NYU Pizza Palace. While we waited for our meal, we talked nonstop. About things that we didn't really even NEED to know about each other. We just kind of wanted to get to know each other. We talked about our high schools, our previous girlfriends, if we'd ever been with a guy what we'd do with them, our families, and the small stuff like our favorite colors or T.V. shows. It turned out that we had a lot in common. We'd both gone to high schools that we hated, we were both still friends with our ex girlfriends, we both loved our families but doubted whether or not they loved us back, both of our favorite colours were green (the color of life and nature), and we both liked the same shows and movies. We were both a little upset when the pizza man came with our food because we had to stop talking and start eating.