Disclaimer: Same old story, don't own, wish I did. I do however own Corky, Petrie, and Quincey...and don't even THINK about stealing my Quince, I WILL know! He's my homeboy, I've got one of those character Lo-Jack things on him...so I'll know if you steal him. All the other girls in this story (Hair, Illy, Adren, Peg, Acorn, Stress and Polaroid) belong to their own rightful owners...so I take no claim for them either.

Author's Note: Let's see how this story goes...I got this idea the other night when I was working on my English homework. The textbook was so boring that I just dropped the book down onto my face and suddenly heard, "What do you think you're doing? You're not going to learn anything from doing that." "Heh, that's what you think. Osmosis my friend, osmosis." and could see two college Newsies in my head. Thus, this story was born. Dunno how well it's gonna go though since I don't have much of a plot at the moment, just sort of playin' it by ear and doing my old way of writing--no plotting, just writing. Please don't forget to review, let me know how I'm doing...if it sucks, if I suck, if the characters aren't believable college kids...etc. Thankies!

Prologue

Indian summer had yet to begin. The trees were still lush and full, their green leaves swaying in the warm, gentle breeze. Why people always said school started in the fall, when really it stole the last few precious weeks of summer the students had left, was still anyone's guess. Still, the quad was bustling with excitement as the residents of Saint Joseph's University struggled to move into their dorms. Freshmen and transfer students, loaded with bedding and duffle bags, stumbled and bumped into people while on their quest to find the right room while those familiar with the campus opted to laugh, talk, or throw the football around with each other on the grass.

In the dorms, music and laughter could be heard over the stomping of feet up the stairs and down the halls. Mothers cried as they clung to their "little baby"—"little baby" obviously embarrassed by their mother's actions—and fathers made empty threats about coming back to kick their butts should they do anything stupid—failing, getting pregnant/getting someone pregnant being the main ones it seemed. Boxes and bodies littered the walkways, making it nearly impossible to navigate.

"This has got to be a violation of at least one fire-code," Corky muttered to herself as she hoisted her backpack back up her shoulder and looked back down at the paper in her hand. Sighing and dodging a UFT (or Unidentified Flying Textbook), the girl sidestepped into a room and frowned. Books, clothes, magazines and other various objects littered the floor, making it difficult to determine where one side of the room ended and the other started. Posters of city skylines, a tropical beach, and what she assumed to be the latest Playboy Centerfold covered the walls.

Taking another step into the room, Corky quirked an eyebrow and looked around. Nothing seemed to indicate that another girl was staying in that room. She had no problems sharing the room with another tomboy, but the half-naked women hanging from the wall, sort of unnerved her.

"Uhm, excuse me but…this is room 204, right?"

"Every year, all year," A male voice answered from behind a bookshelf.

"Then, I think you're in the wrong room." Corky said, looking down at her paper again.

"Not a chance. Tower Hall room 204 has been my room for the past two years—today marking the start of the third."

Corky sighed and rolled her eyes as she moved further into the room, hoping to find the source to the voice.

"Well, apparently not because…this is Tower Hall room 204 and I'm assigned to it," pausing to step over a stack of Sport Illustrated, she frowned a bit, "So unless you're a lesbian named Lyla, you're in the wrong room."

A crash sounded between the bookshelf and the loft bed, a string of curses that would make even a veteran sailor blush following close behind. Corky did her best to hold back a snicker as she dropped her black bag to the floor. There was enough junk there already, no one would notice one more bag. From behind the furniture, a blond head appeared, his blue eyes hidden behind wire-framed glasses.

"Lyla?" He questioned in confusion.

"Mmhmm…Lyla Williams? Supposed to be my roommate?"

"G'dangit! Stupid mother…no. I'm Lyle Williams…and you are clearly in the wrong room. Check your sheet; you're probably in 304." Lyle sighed heavily, shaking his head as he continued a string of choice words regarding the Admissions office and their lack of attention.

Shaking her head, Corky held her sheet out to him. "I'm not, trust me."

Ignoring the paper, the boy stepped out into full view. Moving to what was supposed to be his desk, Lyle dug around through some papers before holding up his own room assignment. Looking it over, he quirked an eyebrow as he glanced at her over the top of it.

"Well, unless you're a cross dresser, you're in the wrong room. My roommate is a transfer student name Corky MacGreggor."

"And Corky can't be a girl's name?" She questioned, an amused smile playing on her lips as her right hand reached into her back pocket for her wallet.

"Is it? Doesn't sound like one to me."

Smirking and tossing the black leather wallet to him, Corky crossed her arms over her black T-shirt and waited. Lyle caught the wallet and stared at it for a minute before opening it to look at her brand new school ID.

"You and the housing people must think the same way then. Hi, I'm Corky MacGreggor."