Full Summary: Taylor Alixon; 17, a college student and a FASHION FREAK. When she stays at New York for college with her roommates, she thought she'll be normal like the others. But when she finds out that Josh Hutcherson himself is one of her roommates, she doesn't go gaga all over. She doesn't love him, doesn't hate him either. She just doesn't care. But then they get closer.. and closer.

Author's Note: Hi guys! I hope someone reads this story.. besides Liz :) I made a fanfiction for Josh 'coz, idk. I was bored. And he was my first love. And he's hot too. If you don't know him, better search him up and go 'gaga' over him like me. But why wouldn't you know him? He's famous. And btw, I don't live in New York neither have gone there so I have no idea what it's like. And I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to be in college at the age of 17 (i think) so uh, just bear with the story. Hehe. So, r&r!

Chapter 1: Downtown Manhattan

"We are here!" mom screeches.

"Calm down mum," I say, giggling. "You're more excited than- WOAH."

As I stepped out of the car, the first thing I notice is the hugeness of the school. It's HUGE. BIG. WIDE. I mean, duh! I'm in New York! I should be getting used to this! Everything in New York is huge and beautiful. Totally beats my hometown, California.

"Mum! C'mon!" I say, snapping my mum out of it. You gotta admire the awesomeness, I don't blame anyone.

It's my dream to study in New York for college. To graduate and land a fashion job, any fashion job. So for my birthday, my mum and dad asked me what I wanted, so I went for it. My mum applied me here and I got in. She also said there was going to be a huge surprise. So here I am now, with my mum, looking like idiots, smiling and flashing my teeth to everyone.

I looked around. People are everywhere. Groups of pretty girls laughing, groups of buff boys with bags slung on their shoulders, a group of boys and girls and a cute couple holding hands. Sweet, they're all gorgeous.

I read a book once and the setting was in New York, and it said 'The people in New York are extra gorgeous and they look like they're sent from heaven'. I believe it now. They all have these sparks in their faces. I mean, in California, we look normal and there are people who are hot but in here? All Hollywood worthy.

"Mrs. and Ms. Alixon, I presume?" A bald head old guy asks. Even he's good-looking, for old people that is. Where did he come from anyway?

"Oh! Hey, Mr. Vanderson. Good to see you again," mum says, shaking his hand. "This is my daughter, Taylor. She is excited to be here."

"Yes. Welcome to Hunter College, Ms. Alixon. We are very excited to have you here. We have so much to offer you here and I think you'll..."

Okay I get it! I just want to see my room!

"Ms. Alixon, I presume Mrs. Alixon hasn't told you about their surprise yet? Well I think-" Mum cuts him off.

"Ah yes, Mr. Vanderson. I think it would be better if she finds out herself." she says, giving him a glare. O-kay.

"Yes, my apology Mrs. Alixon. Shall I lead you to your room now, Ms. Alixon?" YUS! Victory!

He leads us through a corridor full of bustling people and finally stops at a wooden door. The room is at the very end and I notice that our door is different from the others. It also has a gap from the room next door. Great. I have the ancient room.

"Are you ready, Ms. Alixon?" Bald head asks. "Uhm, I guess?"

He opens the door and the first thing I notice is the walls. They're purpley-pink. There are 2 queen-size lavender beds and a huge vanity mirror in the middle. There's two small drawers beside each bed and a pretty pink lamp. In front is a 32-inch plasma TV complete with a collection of DVDs. On the other wall, there are 3 doors with signs that says "Bathroom", "Closet" and "Boys Room". O-kay. This is freaky. Awesomely freaky.

"Are you sure this is my room?" I ask. This is huge, and I thought dorm rooms only had plain white beds and white walls. But this? I can live like this.

Mr Bald Head is now grinning. He knows I'm amazed. "Yes, Ms. Alixon, this is your room. It's part of the surprise," he says, looking at mum. Creep. "However, this is only the beginning. Do you like it?"

"Heck yes!" I scream. I run to my bed and notice a purple envelope with my name on it. Is my roommate a purple-freak? I like purple, but I like yellow better.

I start to open it but Mr. Bald Head stops me. "Ms. Alixon, I'm afraid you have to read it after we leave the room. It's from your roommates."

"What does my roommate look like?" I say before I could stop myself.

"Taylor Iris Alixon! Your manners!" mum interrupts.

"No no, not a problem. Your roommate.." he says, looking at his watch. ".. is supposed to be here in 30 minutes. Say goodbye to your mom and freshen up, and I'll see you tonight at the hall, okay?" he says, walking out of the room.

I turn to mom and realize she's crying. I hug her. "Mum, don't cry. I'll call you every night, I promise."

"Oh, Tay. I'll miss you. So will Dillon and your dad." Dillon is my 14-year-old brother. He can be quite annoying at times but he's really sweet. They can't come today because Dillon has a soccer game and dad wanted to support him. They both gave me an album full of pictures of us together as their presents. How sweet.

"I'll send you a postcard, okay? I'll tell you everything every night."

My mum tightens her hug and we hug for a very long time. When she lets me go, she says "Taylor, be a good girl, okay? I didn't pay a fortune for you to fail. I want you to study hard. And my surprise, you'll see it tonight or tomorrow okay? I know you'll like it, I think. When you see it call me and I'll explain everything to you. I love you Taylor." and with that, she's gone.

I pick the purple envelope up and study it. Taylor it says. I look at the other bed and the other envelope says Izabella. Ow-kay.

I open it and inside, there's a picture of a cartoon girl with a bubble speech that says WELCOME.

Hey Taylor,

Welcome to Hunter College.

I hope you have a wonderful time with us.

And I hope you like the room as well.

I didn't know what color you liked so I just went for Izabelle's favorite color.

You'll see Izabelle earlier than us today.

You'll see us tonight.

Bye.

P.S.: Don't open the boys' room. It's locked. I locked it. Sorry.

-Your roommates

Okay. Who's us? I'm guessing who wrote this is a boy? I still don't understand a thing but I guess I'll just have to wait. I think I'm going to go for a bath.

Well, here we are. Taylor, your life in Downtown Manhattan, New York begins now.

Author's Note: I don't know if you guys like it. I wrote Chapter one last night but it didn't save properly so I completely lost it. So I wrote this this morning and well, I have to say, I like the other one better :(