Serendipity

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Jester: Hello! This is Jester Fraser speaking, near me is RougeChic, whom is my hero! For she is Jew **bows** Well now, here we have another "Modern times, school time" fanfic with Moulin Rouge characters (along with personality!) HAhahahaha! We'll be looking into Christian and Satine...will they fall in love? I don't know! That's why we're writing this, in our journals. As we, RougeChic and I, experience this from first hand and tell the tale from day to day...or from day to week or blah...
ANYWAY! We'll take the look, and now, my good reviewers, see what happens when the minds of a fluff-author (who is a genius!!) and a dramatic-comedy type author (who is an idiot..me) join heads and make a fic!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

RougeChic: Jester, you're not an idiot. EVERYBODY REVIEW US AND TELL JESTER THAT SHE ISN'T AN IDIOT!! Thanx bunches. =)

Chapter 1

18-year-old Christian James slowly stepped out of his car, and took a slow, deep breath.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale . . . oh, come on, Christian, you can do better than that! It's only college! he thought, while his mind really raced with excitement and nervousness. The College of Northeast London was his chance to prove writing as his forte, and hopefully turn it into a career. He was a poet and a good one at that.


He took several steps to the trunk where he had previously stored his belongings. Opening it carefully, he looked around and began to wonder about the types of people he would meet.

"Maybe even her...." a voice at the back of his head said.

He shook the thought. Falling in love had always been his dream. But that was a secret.

All of a sudden, a small group of friends rounded the corner, glowers on their faces as they pointed and jeered.

"That little slut," he heard one say, pointing with her index finger in the distance.

"Always trying to get attention, the snob," said another, rolling his eyes at the rest of the group.

"I mean, come on! So she's got a body and looks. Lots of people can sing and dance too! Doesn't mean she's gotta show it off all the time like a little whore. Stupid bitch . . . how much more arrogant can Satine get?"

They all nodded in agreement, hurrying off and continuing their banter about Satine. Already, Christian didn't like her.

Okay, definitely not going to interact with . . . what's her name again? Satine? Yeah, that's it. I'll just avoid her, Christian thought. For the first time, he turned his head in the area the group's pointing fingers were directed.

She certainly was the most beautiful creature Christian had ever seen, but the image was blurred by the remarks and comments he had just heard. Satine, if that was who she was, was a tall, slim girl, with long, fiery red hair to the middle of her back. Her creamy skin seemed like porcelain, and her sparkling eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue.

So then, why in the world was she wearing a glittery corset and top hat, dancing around and singing like nobody's business?

Christian rolled his eyes. As he walked away, luggage in hand, he had already taken a dislike to this Satine.

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"Oh, you're such a spoil sport!" Nny whined, hitting Satine lightly on the arm.

"What's gotten into you lately, Satine? I thought you were the fearless independent girl!"

"Yeah, come on, girl! We. . . double-doggy-dare ya!" said Anna, leaning onto Satine's shoulder.

"PLEEEASE?!?" they both exclaimed, plastering on their puppy-dog pouts, and masterfully so.

"Fine, fine, fine . . ." Satine said, rolling her eyes at the two girls who just slapped high fives, giggling hysterically. "You guys owe me big!" Nny just laughed, putting her arm around her.

"Just do it," she said.

An hour later, while Anna and Nny were laughing their heads off, Satine was busy wondering what in the name of god she was doing, dressed in a silver, sparkly, and VERY revealing corset, dancing and singing to the well-known tune of Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend while people stared, and jeered, and called her a whore.

Now, why she was doing this, she didn't know. But Anna and Nny were her best friends, and truth or dare was their tradition. But all she knew was that it made a very, very bad first impression.

"Hey, Satine, what're you doing?!" She heard a soft voice call from the door to the dorms. Satine turned to see her good friend Satie standing there, holding a box (containing music numbers no doubt) and gawking at her. Satine did her best to keep herself covered with her arms as she blushed.

"I was just..uh, singing...and er...dancing..." she muttered. Satie dropped his box and walked over to her. He pushed up his small round spectacles and straightened his brown hat as he stood in front of her.

"Get in the shade, where less people will see you," Satie said as he nudged her to the door. She walked over. "I already have started to hear rumors and such! Satine, you should know better by now!"

Satine nodded, this was so like Satie. Satie was like an overprotective brother to her. Satie continued, "Let me guess, Nny and Anna dared you to do this as one of those Annual Beginning of the School Year Truth or Dare games am I right?"

"Yes," Satine said.

"Why would they make you do a thing like this though? I mean, come on, they hate hearing bad rumors about you too!"

"Just as an excuse to beat people, you know how they are. They like to beat people who insult their friends up, especially Nny," Satine said. "Besides, I think they were getting revenge from last year."

"Last year?"

"You don't wanna know..." Satine then went back to her dorm as quickly as possible.
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Christian hauled up boxes to his new dorm room. He couldn't see where he was going, since he carried two boxes. He tried to warn people as he went through, "Excuse me! Coming through! Blind here, can't see in front of me!"

But one person didn't hear and didn't see.

Whoosh! Bam! The boxes flew forward as Christian went down, tumbling onto someone else.

"Ow!!" Christian yelled as his head hit the floor.

"Ouch!" he heard the man he tripped over yelp as he nursed his foot.

"I'm so sorry! I couldn't see!-" Christian began to apologize as he grabbed his boxes.

"No, no need, I should've gotten out of the way, but short legs, y'know," the man talked with a lisp. "Too short to move fast!"

"I'm sorry," Christain said again. "Uh, do you know where room 18 is?"

"Oui," the man said standing at his full height of four foot three, he elaboratively twirled his cane and then pointed to the door they were right next to. "It is here!"

"Ah thank you!" Christian said shaking his hand. "My name's Christian James. Who are you?"

"I'm your flatmate, Henri Marie Raymond de Toulouse-Lautrec Monfa," Toulouse said happily shaking his hand. "You can just call me Toulouse!"

"Hello! Nice to meet you, flatmate!" Christian said. He kicked his to boxes into the already canvas cluttered room. Toulouse squeezed in behind him and started to clean up the canvases that littered the floor.

"Please excuse the mess! I got here like two hours ago, at ten," Toulouse said as he stacked canvas upon canvas according to their size in his corner of the room. Christian stacked his boxes on his side and left to get more Toulouse stopped him first asking, "Would you like help unloading?"

"Yes, that'd be great!" Christian said and he and his newfound friend to the task of unpacking the rest of his stuff.

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Students packed the main hall in the College of Northeast London as the Dean gave them the orientation.

"Welcome new students to the College of Northeast London, where we'll bring out the best in you so you can go on and achieve great things in this world," the Dean said. Already most of the new students were getting bored and conversing with people beside them.

Nny, Satine and Anna sat all next to each other. Nny and Anna talked to the three people sitting behind them, an Argentinean who was called Narky, Satie, someone they had already knew, and a new found friend named Toulouse.

"So how'd an Argentinean end up in ol' London?" Nny asked Narky. Narky struck as a much of a dashing pose as he could in the little seat he sat in.

"My acting skills! I applied here after some time in Buenos Aires, which is in Argentina, where I moved to after high school to start acting, but that was not good enough. After a while, I heard talks of this place and applied as quickly as possible. I also liked to take history, and I didn't want to buy into the Hollywood types. No one from Hollywood can act!" Narky said in a deep and rich Argentinean accent. Nny wondered how long it would take for him to lose it. Nny herself was American originally, moved to London in the eighth grade, and she still had traces of her American accent.

"So Toulouse, you paint?" Anna asked excitedly. Toulouse nodded.

"Painting is my life!" Toulouse said. The mention of painting sparked Nny's interest as well. "When you paint, you don't just capture a moment or scene like a camera, but you capture the spirit and the essence with out taking it away from the actual thing."

"I see you can paint with words as well!" Nny said, nudging Anna, who loved to write.

"Not really, I'm not all that much of a writer at all," Toulouse said.

"Do you play instruments?" Anna asked. Toulouse shook his head but Satie piped up.

"I play instruments," he said in his naturally soft voice.

"What ones?" Anna asked.

"I play all types!" Satie said. "I can play anything from violin to piano, from trumpet to flute! Drums and bells, I can play them all!"

"Ooh cool! That's so interesting!" Anna said. Nny nodded in agreement.

Satine wasn't paying attention to their conversation, but to the one in front of her. Some people were talking shit about someone, and it amazingly, it wasn't her!

"I tell you, Brit, he's a complete geek and dork! He's so geeky and so polite, he has to be gay!" One girl said.

"Oh, really? But I like polite guys!" Brit defended.

"Yeah, but this guy's a real dweeb. The overly-sensitive poet guy, ya know? Quiet, mousy, with no cares in the world for anything but his writing. No interest in getting friends- that kinda thing. Bet he'd be really mean if he decided to talk."

"Ick!" they both exclaimed, giggling.

"What's his name?" asked Brit.

"Christian James," responded the other girl.

Christian James, Satine thought, Well, I know to stay away from him! They're probably right- overly sensitive dork, with no feelings for anyone. Sheesh! How much lower can you get? No doubt he'd turn out to be an ass if any words came out of his good-for-nothing mouth!

Christian closed his eyes as he tried to zone out all the conversations around him and focus on a story for a book. But the conversation taking place behind him just wouldn't go out like the others had. He listened, it's not like he could help it anyway.

"Look at that fiery haired slut! She's such a whore! Did you see the way she tried to seduce Satie?! If she had a brother, I'm sure she'd fuck him too!" a girl said from behind Christian.

"Oh, I know! She probably goes out into the streets every night like some prostitute!!" the other girl said.

"No doubt! Where's Jack the Ripper when you need him?!" They laughed.

"Exactly and she's so high and mighty too! Just because she has money doesn't mean she has to rub it in our faces! She probably can't count past two!" the girl said, and they laughed again.

Satine is that bad huh? Well then, I'm definitely staying away from that stupid slut. Christian thought to himself.
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"So, Anna, what classes are you taking?" Nny asked as they opened the door to their three bedroom flat she, Satine, and Anna had rented just a block away from the regular dorms.

"Umm . . . I think French, Theater, and English are some of the ones I chose can't really remember anything else. What about you?" Anna said.

"Well, none of the classes you have. But I'm in French, too. Guess that'll be one of the only ones I've got with you." Nny responded.

"Ditto," said Satine. "We're all in French."

"Hey, wait, remember those guys we were talking to in Orientation? Aren't they in French, too?" Anna asked.

"Narky, Satie, Toulouse... those guys?" asked Nny. "Guess so. We've got a French group. Should be fun."

"Hey, guys," Satine said suddenly. "Have you heard about that guy, Christian James?"

"No," Nny responded. "Why?"

"Well, I heard so much about him- he's so unlike us! Seems like a total dweeb- all sweet and fake-polite on the outside, but I heard that on the inside, he's supposed to be an ass!"

"Wait, Christian James, you said?" asked Anna.

"Yes, at least that's what I heard," said Satine.

"No WAY!" exclaimed Anna, her eyes wide.

"Ummm.. yeah, I think so.

"You've gotta be kidding! Christian? Christian James? He's my pal!"

Satine stared.

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah! We took a creative writing class thing a couple years back. You think I love to write- wait until you see him! This kid is amazing! He's a great storyteller and poet."

"Yeah, I heard that- but I also heard he cares about nothing else," retorted Satine.

"No way, Christian's a sweetie. A little shy, but definitely sweet.." Satine rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, well, I think I'm sticking to the other story."

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Thoroughly exhausted from the long walk up the stairs and from the orientation hall, Christian and his newfound friend Toulouse collapsed onto their beds, breathing slightly heavily.

"Glad that's over with," sighed Christian, throwing a half-smile in Toulouse's direction. Toulouse nodded.

"Yes, I'd like to get painting as soon as possible."

"Painting?" Christian asked.

"Yeah, that's how I'm paying my way through college. But I love it, it's how I express myself. Art is so beautiful." Christian nodded his head in agreement.

"That's so great! I can't paint for my life- writing is the only thing I can do. What kinds of things do you paint?"

"Oh, lots- people, mostly, they're the most interesting subjects. And there's plenty of interesting people on campus to capture on paper," Toulouse replied.

"Speaking of interesting people," Christian said, turning to face Toulouse more fully, "Did you see that girl this morning?"

"What girl?"

"It was unbelievable, she seemed like such a show-off. I'm really not one to gossip, but everyone seems to have heard of her. She was dancing and singing just like a . . . a . . . " Christian trailed off.

"Wait, what did she look like?"

"Oh, well," Christian softened slightly, "she was beautiful- glowing porcelain skin, sparkling blue eyes, and this fiery red hair that was so-" he cut off, blushing. He cleared his throat. "But, umm, that's not the point. I just really didn't like the sound of her . . . what was her name again . . . Satine, I think?"

"Satine?" Toulouse gasped, wide-eyed.

"Umm, yeah, I think so," Christian said, bewildered at his response.

"Ah, now I remember! Satine! Of course!"

Christian stared.

"She was a good friend of mine when I first started painting," he explained.

"What?!" Christian exclaimed, shocked. Toulouse wasn't like Satine at all!

"Met her in a bar, she was singing- man, she has a voice like an angel . . . anyways, Satine is a great friend of mine, and was always supportive of my art. She was even willing to pose for me when I asked!"

"No way. This Satine is . . well . . . slutty. . . "

Toulouse laughed, "Well, she is beautiful. But she's a dear friend of mine."

"Yeah, well, I think I'm sticking to the other story."

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RougeChic: And so the war begins! But our naive little friends, not even in their wildest dreams, would think that their ending would . . . oh come on, do you really think we're going to tell you!? Review, and find out. BWAhahaha. . . .

Um, yeah. Hehe. Please read and review!!

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