The Chronicles of Darcy

Summary: This is a giant story revolving around Darcy and her newfound friendship turned relationship with an OC. This is a femmslash story, so if you don't like it, then why the hell are you even opening it?

A/N: I don't know much about Darcy, and not that much about Degrassi, so it's probably not the most accurate depiction of the show, but this is a fanfic site, key word is fiction. Anyways, I decided to write a little story concerning Darcy being gay, but still her same innocent little self. So, here is the results.

Book ONE: Gina

Book TWO: Darcy

Book THREE: Manny

Book ONE Summary: When a new girl comes to Degrassi she is instantly befriended by Darcy. But as the year rolls on, new things start to come to light and Darcy wanders if she wants a friendship, or maybe even something more. (femmslash)

Disclaimer: Nothing I write will ever be on the show. I don't even live in Canada. So, yeah, I don't own anything, or anybody.

Chapter 1: Meeting the New Chick

Darcy's POV:

Class couldn't be more boring. If it was, I swear I would die of boredom. Now, I could easily fall asleep, but if I did my parents would probably slaughter me. In case you didn't notice they're a bit on the stricter side.

I hear a knock at the door. I jerk my head up to see a girl standing in the doorway. She's pretty, short dark brown hair. Like really dark. I can't tell her eye color, but does that really matter? She looks like she' s about my height. But, a little more muscular. She's wearing a pair of sweat pants, and a tee-shirt which she tied up over her naval. Nice, I didn't know the grunge look was back, and I mean that sarcastically.

"Can I help you?" Mr. Simpson asks. She hands him a little pass.

"Yeah, um, I'm new." He takes the pass and looks at it carefully.

"Right, uh, can I have your schedule?" She hands him a bigger paper. So, we have a new student. Interesting. "Oh, um," he looks up to the class. "Class, we have a new student, uh, Virginia Basin. You can go ahead and take a seat next to Darcy." He points to me. I clear my stuff off the nest desk.

"Great," new girl says. "And Darcy is?" I raise my hand. She nods. She takes back her schedule, and sits down next to me. I turn to face her.

"Hi, I'm Darcy Edwards," I stick my hand out. She looks at it cautiously for a moment. "It's ok, I don't have cooties." I add with a smile. She finally takes it.

"I'm Gina." Gina, short for Virginia? That one I haven't heard. But I guess it could work. "It's nice to meet you." She looks me up and down as if she's figuring me out. I feel a little weird about it.

"So, you're new in town?" I pull my hand back. She leans forward in her desk and flips her short hair back. It doesn't really go anywhere.

"Yeah, just moved here over the weekend." Our conversations spread across the entire class. She's really a pretty cool girl. Of course, talking to her, meant I didn't have to listen to Simpson try to be cool. It doesn't work well. Finally the bell rings.

"Oh, finally! I thought that would never end!" I exclaim loudly. I think Mr. Simpson may have heard that, so I rush out of class as fast as I can. "And I think he heard me."

"Most likely." I giggle, she chuckles. I can tell she's not much of a giggly type. "So, what's your next class?" She looks down at her schedule.

"Um, biology." I nod. I decide I can take her down. "So, um...Darcy. Is Degrassi a good school?" I have to think about it for a second.

"Well, we had a school shooting about a year back. There's also some other crap, but other than the shooting, the school's ok."

"Other than a school shooting? You Canadians are crazy." I stop at that. What did she mean, Canadians?

"You're not Canadian?"

She stops next to me. Then grabs my arm and pulls me forward. There's a bit of a tingle where her hand meets my skin. "I'm actually an American. I just got a better deal for an apartment here." Oh. Ok. She lets go of my arm.

"Oh. Well." I point behind her back. "There's the bio lab. I'll see you later, ok?" She nods. Then waves before walking into the lab. I turn on my heel and walk to the other side of the school where my class is. My arm is still tingling.