Hey world! So yeah, maybe not the whole world but, those of you who are actually reading this! Okay, enough babbling from me. I'm doing another multi chap! Yay! So if you read my Christmas one shot, A JOYful Christmas, this is sort of a long version of that. It will follow the same plot but be longer and different in a sense. So enjoy!

I'm not really the best at telling stories. So, umm… I might have a problem figuring out how to start this off. Well, maybe I should introduce myself first. I'm Nina Martin. I moved to England when I was adopted by the Campbell family (A/N: come on guys, you should know how this works by now). I uh… yeah. See! I'm no good at telling stories! Maybe I should just give up… no! I can't. Okay, so maybe I should start in college. Yeah, college! That's good. Okay. So, I had just arrived at my new college…

Nina looked around the huge campus. It was bigger than her last college definitely. Where was Mick? He was supposed to meet her here to show her around! He was her only hope of figuring out where she was! Taking in a breath of air, Nina picked up her map of the campus. So, if she was here and her dorm was here then if she turned right there she would end up here… Nina was walking and reading off the map at the same time. Then she walks straight, then goes right, then goes left, then…

Ouch!

The map didn't include a face plant with a wall and a tumble to the ground.

But of course, the wall was not a wall.

"Are you okay?" the wall asked her, offering a hand to her. Nina gladly accepted his hand and stood up.

"Are you okay?" the wall asked again.

Nina nodded her head.

"Oh really?" he asked, "Then why are you hold your wrist."

"Because I fell on it," Nina responded.

"So you're not okay?" The wall laughed slightly.

"I guess not." Nina smirked.

"Come here." The wall gestured to a bench and sat her down.

Oh, in case you're all wondering the wall isn't a real wall! It's a guy! A really good looking guy…

Sitting on the bench, the guy grabbed Nina's wrist gently, and looked at it. He could see it going back and blue, maybe even swelling slightly.

"You're gonna need to get some ice on that." The guy looked at her, his blue-green eyes filled with care.

"I will, when I figure out where my idiot step brother is. He was supposed to help me." Nina explained.

"Who's you're brother?"

"Mick Campbell."

"Oh, I know Mick!" the guy smiled, "He's a good friend of mine. Are you his younger sister?"

"No, we're the same age." Nina informed him, "I just transferred here."

"Oh," he said, "Well, I never caught your name."

"It's Nina. Nina Martin." Nina smiled.

"I'm Fabian." Fabian said mimicking her accent, "Fabian Rutter."

Nina laughed and shoved his shoulder lightly, "It's not nice to make fun of people!"

"I wasn't making fun of you!" Fabian smirked, still mimicking her accent.

Nina continued laughing and smiling. The new college was off to a pretty good start.

So, as you can see, Fabian and I were fast friends. And in case you were wondering, Mick never showed up. He claims he never agreed to help me! But, he did, I know it! Anyway, now we're going to skip ahead a few years. Fabian, Mick, and I were sophomores in college here and we are going to skip to when we're 25. So, it's been about 5 years. We all live in the same apartment building and all SINGLE. Ugh. I really hate that stupid, six letter word. But, yeah we were happy. We mostly spent time in Mick's apartment, since he always had a lot of food and the best TV. So, yeah we're gonna start again. It's summer and Fabian and I were helping Mick set up for a celebratory party. You want to know what we're celebrating? Some big win for Mick and Fabian's favorite football team. I could personally care less about a the game itself, but I can actually play pretty well. I kick far. But, I can't beat Mick. I did beat Fabian once! And I'm rambling. Sorry! I told you I'm no good at story telling! Anyway, so we were setting up some streamers…

Ah, as usual, my very short first chapter! Anyway, so yeah Nina will cut in and narrate in the story sometimes. And it will always end with her narrations and pick up where she left off. Remember, reviews make me happy, flames make me catch on fire, get hurt, possibly burn my hands off, thus not being able to type stories! So, R&R! No, not rest and relaxation! READ AND REVIEW