I breathe in the fresh air around me. In and out. In and out. I've never felt so free in my life. This feeling is beyond words and I don't care to try and figure out what those words are. College means new experiences, new opportunities, a new life. After the break up and my freak family, I'm excited for a new start, this is gonna be amaz-.

"Hey dork! I'm doing more work then you and you know I hate work. Move your ass Rauenfield!" I was startled out of my peaceful state by my step-sister, Lauren Cooper. Our parents were married when we were 15 years old and still lived in Texas. Lauren, studying pre-law, and I, studying music and writing, are both attending NYU. Music was my escape besides donuts of course. It got me through my dad leaving, my moms three other marriages, high school, it got me through my day to day.

"Okay spawn, I'm coming jeez!" I retort after coming back to reality to assist my family. Lauren and I are moving into our off-campus apartment together. Shocking? I know considering our previous history were she hated me and I disliked her, were we didn't talk unless it was an insult. Now we are sisters and for her being my only sibling, she's a pretty damn good one after her pride, selfishness, and snootiness. The apartment was a graduation gift from our parents for being in the Top 5% of our class, fully furnished, 6 month rent advance, and accounts in our name for living expenses. It was a nice size three bedroom apart, the third being used for a work space, with a kitchen, fully stocked, a living room and dinning room connected, yet spacious, and two bathrooms in each room that is mine and Lauren's. We even have a balcony big enough for the small table and chair set for relaxing purposes. The only things to be shared is the laundry rooms and the swimming area for when it is warm enough for a dive. In short this place was insanely awesome. Taking a little over two hours to unpack most of our things, we all decided to eat out at an Italian restaurant we passed about two blocks over. Lauren and I both drove our cars to New York, while our parents plans to fly to their second honeymoon after they leave on Monday to Paris. Yup, three days with my parents... great. Note the sarcasm people. But I must admit, I will miss them. I have gotten closer with my mom over the last few years after her marriage to Bruce. It was rocking for a long time, but Lauren is a big part of our mother-daughter bonding... or daughters I should say. As for me and Bruce, it was awkward for years until he became more of a father for me than my own. Upon arriving at the restaurant, we are seated almost immediately and place our orders in record time. We have small talk before I feel my phone vibrate as I was just about to excuse myself to use the restroom. I look down at the Caller ID and see that it's Shane, and I excuse myself to take the call.

"Hey BLBF! What's shakin'?" I laugh at one of my best friend's craziness.

"Let me guess... Best. Lesbian. Best Friend? Is that saying back?" I quip back.

"If we are being technical, it's more like my LDBLBF. But enough with that, how's the Spawn of Satan?" speaking of his favorite frenemie, Lauren.

"She's fine. How was settling in at TU, everything go okay?"

"Yeah. I was the first one here, then Liam moved in. We're bunkies for the magical ride of college. Which is highly unfortunate because I was really hoping for a hot gay or straight, I'm not picky, guy to stare at unashamed. Liam's not exactly my type, but he's got the abs going for him, so I'll deal. What about you? You have your own apartment and everything, lucky bitch, how is that going so far?"

I give him the break down of the first day, the apartment, and our plans for the weekend before the 'rents leave.

"I am so unbelievably jealous right now. Well, I have to go because Liam is finally back and with someone I am sure you don't want to hear talk. So, I love you and I will talk to you soon," he says right before he hangs up after our goodbyes. He knows me better than I like to admit sometimes. Shaking my head, I quickly use the bathroom before washing my hands and bumping into an unsuspecting bystander.

"Oh, shit! I am so sorry! I wasn't paying attention and – Are you okay?" I ramble feeling like a total klutz.

"Yeah, no worries. Are you cool? No damage right?"

"No. No no no, I'm fine."

"Good. But erm, you have... shrimp in your hair," she says as she reaches up and brush bits of seafood out of my hair. When we made eye contact, I swear my heart skipped a few beats and my breath hitched. She is just so fucking beautiful. Tanned skin, perfect pouty lips, deep gorgeous chocolate eyes, and dark silky hair with purple highlights. She was truly breathtaking.I am shocked back to life by her smooth and sultry voice, "You okay there Shrimp Girl," she smirks while I blush at the nickname.

"Y-y-yeah, yeah, yes, I am g-great, uh..."

"I'm Reagan. Reagan Ramieraz," she says reaching for my hand.

"Amy. Raudenfield. Amy Raudenfield," my clammy hands connect with hers and shivers go down my spine. I quickly drop her hand and we stand in silence, me looking embarrassed and her looking kinda smug, but super hot.

"Yeah, well bye," I say and turn to walk away.

"Hold up there Shrimp Girl," she grabs my arm. "It was great meeting you Amy," she hands me a card and walks away with a wink. I look down at the card and her name and occupation was written down along with her phone number. I look up just in time to catch her smiling at me. I smile back and make my way to the table.

"Shane says hi," I announce and conversation resumes while I continue to look down at the card cheesing from ear to ear. Yeah, I really really love it here.