So some people were confused concerning my story and I guess I really didn't explain it that well so I did explain it to the people who asked but for those of you who didn't ask I will explain it:

Yi Hwa Young is not an OC, she is Max, but she needed a Korean name in order for it to seem like she actually came from Korea. I updated the summary so it explained that a little bit but yeah...

On top of that thanks to you guys who reviewed. All TWO of you. Love you guys. Not in a creepy way promise :)

One thing that I would like to point out is I don't ever plan out my stories in advance. I mean, I come up with a general basis of where the story is supposed to go and then just "foosh" start writing. So if you have any suggestions like "I NEED THIS IN A STORY RIGHT NOW" then you can tell me them and if I like it then I will add it in but you need to tell me before I update the next chapter because I probably won't change it after it is up.

One last thing, I am unsure that Stanford actually has a pyrotechnics major so this may not be completely accurate but go with it please?

So, who wants to meet Fang? Yes I know you do. Please stop jumping up and down like that now.

Disclaimer: Do not own MR. Or any of the songs that I will potentially put in this chapter. Because music is my life.

Iggy POV:

When we finally finished unpacking her stuff and making her room (complete with a poster of a boy band I never thought she would ever like ever. Called Seeing Red or something like that), we decided to take a walk and find our classes beforehand. We still had a week before classes started but we didn't want to get lost on the first day.

"This is where we both get to go to class Iggy," she said. Her accent wasn't extremely heavy but really evident. She tried to say "Igs" but it took her a few tries. I think she got it though.

She motioned for me to walk through the door so I did. But I didn't realize that I opened the door to a pyro's heaven. You see, I was going to major in Pyrotechnics here at Stanford so this room was where I was going to be spending a good amount of time.

Chem Lab.

I looked around and saw a stack of stuff for magnetism and electricity. I saw a cupboard filled to the brim with liquified forms of different molecular compounds. The linoleum floors were a beige color and the ceiling was white so the light was magnified to the point where I wouldn't be surprised if someone got a headache, but no one could misread a label.

"Are you going to come in? You do have a biochem class," I pointed out. She smiled and walked towards where I was.

"Is the professor here?" she asked. We both looked around for a minute before we noticed we were alone.

"It doesn't look it," I said. She nodded in agreement and we both walked out of the room. We next headed to the Bio Lab. She looked like she was in heaven as she stepped in the room. I expected her to start rambling but instead she just stepped very slowly around the room, looking at all of the posters and looking into all of the cupboards and smiling as she saw something she recognized. We finally walked out of that room and went to all of the other rooms; Minor Psychology, Masters Chem, Doctors Biomedical lecture room...wait...

"I thought you were a sophomore," I said.

"I am," she replied.

"Then how are you getting a doctorate?" I asked.

"I all AP science classes my Freshman and Sophomore year of High School so I started going to actual college course when I was a Junior, I tested out of 2 basic chem classes, bio classes, and 1 psych class with the AP test so I somehow wound up here," she said with sincerity.

"Why did you do all of that? Didn't you want to live a little in High School?" I asked. Wrong move. Her face shut down, void of all emotion. She walked at a normal pace but it became a robotic movement. I didn't push it.

"Do you want some coffee?" I asked referring to the Starbucks that was on campus. Her face sprang back to life and she nodded.

We walked over to the Starbucks and she ran up to the counter. She must really like coffee.

We ran up to the counter, she got a Caramel Machiatto and I got a green tea. We sat and just talked about random crap. What we thought our roomates were going to be like (she thinks she is going to end up living with some "not very nice word"), why were majoring in what we were (I like seeing stuff blow up), and what culture was like back home. After we finished, we headed back to our rooms my room was closest to the entrance so we went to my room first. I opened the door and two kids were unpacking their stuff. One kid looked depressed and the other looked, original I guess.

"See you tomorrow," I said. She nodded and walked down the hall and made a left. I shut the door and turned around to greet my new roomates.

"Aren't you supposed to walk your girlfriend to her door, not the other way around," the original kid said. He had blonde hair that stood up on end like "strands of pesticide soaked wheat". His eyes were a bright blue, bot pale blue like mine, and he was kind of short.

"I would if she were my girlfriend," I replied.

"Oh, its that situation," he said solemnly, "I feel for you. There is no way out of the friendzone,"

"We just met today at the airport!" I said. I did like Max, but not like that at all.

"Calm down dude, didn't mean to offend you," he said. I settled back down a bit.

"So, your in the science dorms, what are you majoring in?" I asked.

"Pyrotechnics," he said with a mischevious smile on his face.

"OMG I love you!" I yelled. I jumped up and down like a three year old girl and landed on my bed with and "oof", "Pyros all the way!" I sang out the last part. That's how cool I am. We started talking about stuff we blew up as a kid, how we got into the pyro life. Cool stuff like that. We didn't even remember there was someone in the room until he was about to step out of the door.

"Hey where do you think your going?" I asked, my gleeful face became neutral.

"Out," he replied.

"Well gee, thanks for that information."

"I'm going to walk around for a bit. Happy mom?" he sneered.

"Not until you tell me your name son."

"Fang," he said.

"Fine, be antisocial like that. See you later Fangerooni!"

He rolled his eyes and left. Great, we get stuck with a moody freak.

Max POV:

After we left Starbucks we walked back to the dorms. I love Starbucks so much. My dad used to take me there when I was little. He would always get a plain Vanilla Latte and I would get a Hot Chocolate and we would share while he did his work. I missed my dad.

When we got to Iggy's room I noticed two kids in there. They both looked like, um, interesting, individuals to say the least.

"See you tomorrow," Igs said. I nodded and walked down the hallway. I was walking rather slowly and, as I reached the end of the hallway, I heard a loud noise that sounded like Iggy practically singing "OMG I LOVE YOU." I smiled and made a right. That kid was so weird.

I never had any really close friends like that in Seoul. I was always so focused on work I didn't have time to make friends. My only friend was my 8 year old sister Angel. But now I have two friends. I'm on a roll. Mental fist-pump!

I entered my room to see the other two beds already taken. One had a bright pink and purple comforter with pillows everywhere that had a whole bunch of cheesy sayings like "Beauty Sleep". That one was next to the door. Above the headboard was covered in Teen Pop magazine posters like One Direction and Selena Gomez and Avril Lavigne. Odd one out? One-Directioners always scared me. The bed laying against the wall when you walked in was covered in a teal comforter with Maroon accents. There was a corkboard filled with a "to-do" list and pictures of friends and family. Suddenly two girls barged out of the bathroom. One was talking and the other was smiling until she stopped and pointed to me. Talker girl then thought it would be a good idea to make me the topic of conversation.

"And that bathroom is so spacious, I hope our roomate likes One-Direction more than you do because you know, like, nothing about them and...

ZOMG! I'm Nudge and I'm your new roomate and you seem pretty cool even though your clothes are practically all black like your bed comforter and your hair is SUPER pretty. What do you do with it? To you braid it? My favorite braid is a waterfall braid because they are just so pretty but they don't really work with my hair unless I straighten it and thin it out first because my hair is like super thick but not as thick as a lot of peoples but I really wanted it to be as thin as yours. Do you like my posters? I love Teen Pop Mag it's like my life. There is nothing I don't know about. Ask me anything really! I can tell you everything you want to know about everyone! Speaking of posters who is that up on your wall. OMG what are you majoring in because I am majoring in medical sciences so I can become a Vet because animals are just so cute! Oh! I totally forgot this is Ella and she is super awesome too! She is majoring in Environmental Science and minoring in English which I think is a weird combination but I think writing is pretty cool. Do you ever write? I don't but I do like to read!"

"..."

"..."

"I'm Hwa Young, I'm majoring in biomedical engineering, minoring in Psychology/Social sciences. I really don't have any questions on American Teen Pop Culture and that is CN Blue, a South Korean Rock band that I like. I wrote a fanfic once but it turned out crappy. I like to read too. And nice to meet you Ella," I said, hoping I caught it all. Nudge smiled. I guess I did.

"Why do you speak weird?" Nudge asked. Her eyes were innocent, and it was an innocent question, so I didn't know whether to feel offended or not.

"Nudge!" Ella said. I just laughed. I wasn't offended apparently.

"It's fine. I actually come from Seoul, South Korea. I am studying here for the year."

"That's sweet," Ella said. I smiled and looked at the two. Nudge a deep complexion but it was clean and beautiful. Her face was so innocent and her hair, crimped, was adding to that effect. Ella was a lot more sophisticated, but she still looked like a cool person. I smiled and we all sat down, listening to Nudge rant about traveling.

So now I have four friends? I really like the U.S.

Fang POV

So I was rooming with two Pyros? Great. If they blow up my underpants I swear...

I was going to college for Psychology. I thought we were going to have different dorms, you know, for social sciences but I guess they just shoved all the science nerds in one building.

Well, science nerds and pyromaniacs.

I stepped out of the room because they began talking about their ,ehem, interests. And frankly, I don't want to be a witness. Its called deniability. You could tell that Iggy came from the U.K., England to be more exact, with his evident accent. And Gazzy was obviously from around here.

What about me? Well no one asked you.

But if it is absolutely necessary for you to know I grew up in Michigan. I lived way out in the country though, my town had a population of about 600 people. I hated it there. There was one high school and one middle school. There was a Old Man Bill's grocers, a craft store, Aggie's bakery, and an ice-cream shop where all of the older kids hung out. There wasn't much opportunity to gain experience in anything. It was just a long walk to get to a restaurant, let alone leave the town to go take the bus for 7 hours just to get to a decent hospital so you could study science first-hand. Also everyone was up in your business because everyone knew you. You had no privacy. I love my parents, I really do, but that place was driving me crazy. When I got the Stanford acceptance letter I was so happy. Not only was I able to do what I had always wanted to do, but I got to go to a city that actually had a gas station and a descent restaurant. It was nice for a change. I walked around the dorms three or four times before finally returning to my room.

"Where have you been bro? We are going down to the caf in ten. Igs went to go get that one girl that he was walking with before and the we're out," Gazzy said. I just nodded. I was starved.

"And then we had steak instead of turkey on Thanksgiving which is still amazing because who doesn't like steak? And then Uncle Kevin ate like 7 of them and he almost threw up on the couch during the football game but he didn't because we made him sit in the bathroom for, like, an hour before we told him that he could come out and when he did he had more steak but it sucked because then he couldn't eat any of the pie that I made. It was pumpkin and it was amazing. Oh is this your room Iggy? It is really close to the entrance which is good I guess but what if a robber comes or something..."

The door opened and we saw a mocha-skinned girl (the talker), followed by Iggy, followed by a girl who looked Hispanic, followed by the girl that came by before. The three of them looked like they were ready to yank their eyeballs right out of their heads. Iggy motioned with his head that we needed to go. Me and Gaz walked through the door and they followed.

"...so then I said, yeah but he should have won project runway anyways..."

"NUDGE!"the hispanic girl yelled. Iggy gave her a grateful glance. I did too, "I really do like you but can you STOP TALKING," she said. Nudge looked at the ground sheepishly and nodded.

When we finally arrived at the cafeteria, we stood in line for food.

"Environmental science, sweet," I heard Iggy say to the hispanic girl. I really need to learn their names.

We sat down and I noticed blonde girl had 3 hamburgers, a container of fries and a basketload of chocolate chip cookies along with a chocolate milkshake. I looked at her in shock.

"Sorry, we never get hamburgers at my house," she said as she bit into her burger. I noticed she had a heavier accent but I couldn't place from where.

"My name is Ella. I am actually from San Francisco," she said as she took a bite of fries.

"And Hwa Young here is from Korea," Iggy said.

"South Korea," Hwa Young corrected.

"Do you have an English name?" I asked. She shook her head no.

"We should totes give you one!" Nudge said.

"What do you like to do?" Gaz questioned.

"Eat," she said.

"I refuse to call you 'burger' so try again," Ella said. We all laughed.

"It needs to be like a tough name. Like "Kyle" or something," Nudge said.

"Kyle isn't tough. How about Maxine? You can shorten it to Max," Iggy said.

"How about Maximum?" I asked. Something in her eyes sparked, like she was proud to wear the name. Max. It suited her I thought. Everyone agreed. We spent the rest of dinner talking about random stuff. We spent the rest of our week like that. Hanging out, being idiots, stopping Iggy and Gazzy from setting fire to half of the building. I felt like this was going to be a great year.

So here you guys go. Most of my stories will end up in Max and Fang hating eachother at first and I decided I should change up my ways a bit. What do ya think? And again, I looked up Stanford but the set up didn't really suit the needs of this story so I kind of changed everything about it so don't expect it to be accurate.

Thanks guys :)

~thatonechick