Hello everybody. I just wanted to thank you for taking the time to read this little story I've put together. This is based on a Tumblr RP group that I'm in and I felt that I wanted to go more in depth with the character storyline. If you are interested, you can find the RP under Degrassi-to-McKinley on Tumblr. I'm lovelyanyamarie there. I'd like to go ahead and give thanks to the players behind sam-bamthankyoumaam, dream-on-imogen, mama-jones, justlikeporcelain, cohen-changshouse and blainewarblerdapperson for helping create this world on our RP. More names will be added later when the story progresses.

Anywho. This is the beginning of one of my favorite crackship OTP's that our group refers to as either Samya or Trounya. Please feel free to leave some feedback and I hope to add more to this soon.

Life in Toronto became close to unbearable for one Anya Marie MacPherson. All it took was one night at a club with her boyfriend, Owen Milligan, and a curiosity for a specific white powder from a curly blonde haired stranger to get Anya into quite a mess. It started out as something small. Something she felt she could manage. She snorted and felt such an intense high that all she could focus on was moving to the music and dancing to the night away. The crash though. That was the worst. All it made her want was to get some more to keep from feeling that lousy again.

A few days later, she managed to run into Chloe, who was no longer a stranger, and scored her very own small packet. Their little run ins went from once or twice a week to nearly daily. Then it got to the point where Anya "slept" over at the girl's house even though there was very little sleeping going on They'd just stay up and have heated conversations about nothing in particular and completed school work. The coke, in a sense, helped improve her grades because it gave Anya such focus that not even caffeine was able to achieve. She spent more time with Chloe than Owen, Holly J, Riley or her parents. They would call or text but she'd just brush it off and tell herself that she couldn't be bothered.

Her and Owen's relationship strained during the following month and Anya didn't care. He had tried to get her away from Chloe a few times by scheduling dates, which she made an effort to keep. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy his company. She typically had a great time whenever they were together. It was that he didn't approve of how she would sneak off and bump a line in the bathroom without his consent. Most of the time he'd just leave her out of anger and she'd shrug it off.

All she wanted was to get coked up and go dancing or spend time in upbeat environments. If she felt that things were heading towards a serious tone, she'd just stand up and move away from it. That being either mentally and in some cases physically. Into her second month of abusing the nose candy, she had started to drop weight and didn't look healthy. Her skin looked pale, which was surprising to do since her complexion was pretty fair to begin with. Her clothes appeared slightly baggy and if she had to assume how much weight she lost, it might have been close to 10lbs. She just wasn't hungry anymore and sleep seemed almost like a chore, something that she didn't want to bother with because she could be doing things instead. She also just felt extremely restless and spent a majority of her nights pacing around the room concerned with how she was to continue paying for her new habit since she was plowing through the 2 years worth of babysitting money she had accumulated from looking after the neighbors'' kids.

Anya didn't go home very often because her parents would question about her whereabouts. They sensed that something was wrong and there was a small part inside of her that felt horrible for the way she had been treating them. They were concerned, and that was understandable. The girl just couldn't control her emotions and actions anymore. It seemed that the people that she once held dear in her heart felt like nuisances and she distanced herself with each passing day. There were days that she had to deal with her parents when she needed to get clean clothes to take over to Chloe's place. Her mom would stand in the doorway of her room and ask her what was wrong. Her eyes wet and tired from worry while her daughter packed her Sprit Squad duffle bag. She'd just give her mom a look, that seemed vacant and dead and lie through her teeth that everything was fine. That she just had been stressed out with school and needed a break from things. She also came up with a lie about how Chloe was going through a rough time at home and she really needed Anya there for her.

Then one night while she and Chloe were coming out of the bathroom, both in a post coke glow that the two of them were approached by two sleazy men. The were grabby and rubbing themselves all over the both of them. Anya was completely disgusted by this and her brain was buzzing hardcore from what they had just done. The last thing she wanted to do was deal with these gross men. Chloe on the other hand was in the middle of making out with one, while the other on tried to kiss up on Anya's neck. This was not what she wanted and she shoved the guy away. One would think that he'd have given up and declared defeat, but the man grabbed her by the waist and pull the girl towards him. Laughing. He was actually laughing. Then Anya heard her friend's laugh join in on his.

"Relax, Anya. Have some fun." Chloe said as the stranger placed his hand up her shirt. "It's not going to kill you to just cut loose for one night."

That seemed to be something that Chloe told her a lot, especially when she felt that she might need to cut back on the amount she had been snorting. The man who held her by the waist put his lips on her neck again and she cringed. No. She had enough of this night. Of this scene. Anya grabbed his hands and pulled them off her body forcibly. When he tried to come towards again she pushed him, hard.

"Chloe. We need to leave." Anya hugged her body, her purse clasped tightly in her hand. It seemed her friend has lured the other guy over and was having the time of her life. Anya rolled her eyes and forced her way through to two groping men. She pulled Chloe through and placed both her hands on either side of her shoulders. "What are you doing?" She looked past Chloe and sneered at the men. "It's time to get out of here." The look on Chloe's face showed total disagreement.

"Just because you have a boyfriend doesn't mean you have to ruin my night for me. Why don't you go run off to him and let me have these two for myself?"

"What? That doesn't even make sense!" Chloe was already gone and walking out with the two strangers towards the exit.

"Chloe!" The music drowned out her voice and she helpless watched her friend leave her.

Anya went home that night and quietly let herself in without waking her parents. She tossed and turned all night, not certain if her friend was alright or hurt in an alley somewhere. Anya had sent her at least twenty texts, asking her to call her. It must have been close to 5am when she finally received confirmation that all was well.

"Im fine. Ttyl - C"

While Anya allowed her mind to relax from the craziness of the night she decided that it was time to better herself. That this was not the life she needed to be living. Would she be able to cut loose? Her nose ached and she rubbed it, pinching at the bridge and she let out a frantic sigh. It felt like she might be getting a nose bleed and she slowed her breathing. She reached over and grabbed a tissue and moment later red painted across the white, thin material of the tissue. This was not a healthy lifestyle for her and she knew that if she allowed it to go much further she'd be unable to stop it.

The next few days were sheer hell and she tried her best not to speak to Chloe. Anya struggled to regain a better relationship with Owen, but it seemed that he couldn't view her as other than a cokehead. It was a miracle he didn't just end things with her and she honestly didn't know what kept him around her. Especially when it seemed that her moods were all over the place with the horrid withdrawals. She just felt sick and weak and all out pathetic. Her communication was limited due to the fact she spent most of her time wrapped up in a thick sweatshirt and sitting alone by her locker during the lunch break. Her locker was near the bathroom, a place that she had seen quite a lot of over the last 48 hours.

It was during one of Anya's trips to the bathroom to hug the porcelain God when she saw a flyer next to the hand dryer announcing a new exchange program for interested students. If you were accepted you would be transferred out to a school in the United States for a semester. It seemed that somebody was looking out for Anya and she ripped the paper from the wall, already power walking straight to the front office. Apparently she was the first person to apply and after a meeting with Principal Simpson he told Anya that she more than qualified. All he needed to do was discuss this with her parents and all the necessary paperwork signed that she would be transferred to a school in Lima, Ohio in the middle of December.

It appeared that everything had finally fallen into place for her finally. She continued to ignore Chloe's attempts at communication but her desire to see was ever present. It felt like she had lost part of her identity and she felt an ache each time she pressed Ignore on an incoming call. She'd stand there chewing her nails while staring down at one of the frustrated texts from her party time friend asking what the fuck was wrong with her and why she wouldn't just talk to her. Her thumb wavered over the keyboard ready to type out a reply and a voice inside her head said that maybe she could see her again. That they can hang out without laying out a line. And she was very close on scheduling a meet up a few times but miraculously didn't. Not without intense mental argument though.

She thought that keeping Chloe at bay was hard, but it didn't compare to what she endured on the afternoon she broke the news of the transfer program to Owen.

"When did you sign up for that?" He asked her, confused at this sudden announcement. "It seemed like we were finally getting back to how we were before you got into the blow." The hurt in Owen's eyes made her look down in disgust. She didn't even think about how he would take the news.

"I'm. I'm sorry Owen. This is just something that I need to do. Toronto isn't a good place for me right now." Her voice was small, to match how she felt inside.

"Do you hear yourself, MacPherson? You're just running away from the problem instead of facing it head on. Don't do this." He wrapped his arm around her and gave her his girlfriend a sideways hug. "You can beat this with my help." His fingers pressed into her arm as he held her close to him.

This was something that she wasn't 100% certain about. She didn't feel that she was strong enough to ignore Chloe forever, especially since the girl knew where she lived. She had her first hard craving for the drug not even an hour earlier during a math class. No. She needed to get away. And the idea of hurting Owen killed her, but she hoped he'd realize that this was to better herself.

"I wish I can stay. I do." Hot tears welled up in her eyes and she blinked, they rolled down leaving tracks on her cheeks. "I'm just not strong enough and I don't want you to feel like you have to baby sit me. That's not right of me to do to you. Please understand this decision is to better me." She broke away from his hug and held his hand, squeezing it hard. "I need you to understand why I'm doing this, Owen."

"Tough. Because I don't. These past months all you've done is think of nobody but yourself. Then, here you come, randomly announcing that you are moving out to some random fucking town in the United States. Anya. I can't stand behind this decision. You need to owe up to what you've done and learn some self control." He was pissed and Anya's mouth dropped open at this outburst.

In a sense he was right, but she lacked the self control that he stated she needed and just felt stuck. Maybe she could back out of the program and just tough it out here. Get better with the help he offered. Anya looked into his eyes, they were filled with disappointment and hurt. She felt like the biggest bitch in the world. Probably was. It seemed that her decision to try coke in the first place had turned her entire world upside down and it effected everybody in her life.

She ended up sitting down on a bench in the little JT Yorke Memorial garden they were in and placed her head down onto her hands. The perplexed girl had a massive headache and just didn't know what to do anymore. When she made the choice to sign up for this program, her primary concern was her health. Her well being. Now she was dealing with a very angry and neglected boyfriend. There was no way she would be able to salvage this and she knew it.

"Owen. I'm already part of the program. All the paperwork has been processed. I leave in a couple of weeks. Can we at least spend the last of my time here together before I go?" She quietly pleaded with him, her face looked up from her hands at him. "Please?"

He shook his head at her and stormed off, leaving her alone with her thoughts. He avoided her at school from that moment on.

Two weeks later, Anya found herself at the airport saying goodbye to her friends and family. She hoped to see Owen there but he never showed. He didn't even call or text her to wish her a safe flight or even to acknowledge whether or not they were still together or not. She made her way onto the plane with a heavy heart and was relieved to see the flight wasn't packed. There wasn't anybody in her row and she moved over to the seat next to the window. As she sat on the airplane, terrified of the unknown that laid out before her, she felt silent tears stream down her face. Anya placed her hot forehead against the cool glass of the thick plated window and wondered if she had made the right decision.