Author's Note: Summary: College life for Sage Mason is going steady and slow until one day she meets a certain girl. This girl blows Sage's reality and allows her to feel more at home in school and in her own shoes. However, is everyone around her hiding something? Even the girl that's getting closer and closer to her? Sage is in for more excitement then she really wanted and learns not to wish for more than she can handle...

Includes: Lesbianism, first person, supernatural, romance and comedy.

Chapter 1 - Where It All Began

Some say that high school is the best years of your life. Some say you don't start living until you are in college. I'd have to say I disagree with them both. You see, high school sucked for me as is college. Yeah, I gotta tell you, this bites. I'm an English major in my junior year. I'm minoring in art just because I feel I can. Anyway, that's not the point. No wait, it might be, but only half of the point.

Alright, so here's the thing, every year we get tons of college hopefuls from overseas. Oh yeah, all of them are hot. These French girls were in my history courses last year. I nearly slipped on my drool. Too bad I heard that they didn't shave certain areas. I guess it's true what they say about the French.

This year, it seems that we have some new fresh faces from all over Europe. Oh yeah, Spanish, French, English. Yum, I love a good accent. Anyway, so this girl comes into my class. You want to know which one? Well, I can't tell you just yet. Well, I think I should tell you how I am firstly.

My name is Sage Mason. It's just that, no middle or anything because my mother decided to be lazy with it. She also had no idea what gender I was when I was in her stomach. So, since she was so lazy, she gave me a unisex name. Do you know what gender I am by now? Nah, I highly doubt you do. You might be sitting there thinking I'm a guy.

Would a guy have soft female features and love the color purple? Ok, maybe he would, but he wouldn't be drooling over French girls. Yes, I'm a female. Yes, I'm a lesbian. I'm so glad that's over with. Oh, are you still reading? I guess that means you don't care. Awesome.

Well, I have to tell you that I don't get many people who don't look at me odd. Guys look at me as if I ran over their dog when I tell them this fact. I guess it makes them feel like I'm straight and I'm completely lying to them because they are completely ugly or uninteresting. Well, that part might be true, but I'm certainly not lying.

I'm what you would call a lipstick lesbian. I love make up, I love clothes and I love all things feminine. Lipstick is as phallic as I get. Let's get back to my story shall we? I'll just take you to where it all began.

We begin in my wonderful Women and Film class where I met this wonderful foreign English student by the name of Kacy Sharp. She doesn't have a middle name either so I'm guessing both of our mothers were lazy. She walks into the room shortly after I do. Our professor isn't even here yet so I'm already drawing something random in my notebook. She doesn't even catch my eye until I hear a soft English accented voice ask me, "is this seat taken?"

I look up into brown eyes that seem to peer into my blue ones. "Um, no, go ahead and sit. It's a free country after all right?" I said. She smiled at me so sweetly as she took a seat. "What are you drawing?" Kacy asked me.

"Oh," I said as my eyes quickly darted to the paper. There it was the most horrible thing I could be drawing. It was a great drawing of Angelina Jolie naked I had been doodling for a while. I quickly turn the page and start drawing a cat. "It's, um, a cat. You know. I really love cats." Saved.

She laughed and shook her head, "Mind if I take a look at it? I'm just curious."

I look down, close my eyes, and look up at her again. It wasn't even nearly started. All that was on the paper was a pair of ears and cat eyes. I titled the paper to her anyway. She was so cute as she laughed. At that time, I was pushing such thoughts out of my head. She was so femme it hurt me to even look at her.

"It doesn't look very complete does it?" she asked looking at me. "What were you doodling before I came in here?"

"Nothing," I lied. "I was finishing up some notes from my fiction writing class."

"Oh, fiction writing, that's interesting. What major are?" she asked me sweetly.

"English and I'm thinking of minoring in Art," I told her. "How about you?"

"Theatre," she answered me with a smile.

"Oh, that's kinda cool," I told her with my own goofy smile. "I would love to learn how to write scripts."

"Really?" she said a bit surprised. "Well, if you ever do, I'd love to read it. An English major must have some skill in story telling right?"

I began to feel my face flush but I had to hold it back. This girl was so amazingly gorgeous but I knew that she couldn't possibly be like me. "Yeah," I laughed, "I actually have some short stories written up about different things. My next class is actually my fiction writing class."

"That's awesome," she said to me sweetly, "My name is Kacy by the way."

"Nice to meet you," I said in a shaky tone, "my name is Sage." Oh my God, you really need to control that whole shaky voice thing when you think a girl is hot, I thought to myself.

She was about to say something when my professor walked into the room. "Sorry I'm late," she apologized. "I know, it's the first day of this term and you must all be thinking that I'm going to be doing this all the time. Well, you might be right about that."

She turned around and wrote her name up on the board. It was one of those classy white boards. We had them all over the campus by this point in time. They make teachers feel wild and in power from what I heard. The name on the board said Professor Cannon. "My name says a lot about me," she explained, "I'm like a cannon and I will explode on all of you if you mess up or mess with me. I get so groggy in the morning."

I looked over at Kacy who was looking at Professor Cannon with a weird stare. She must be thinking that all American professors are insane. She's right, completely right.

Class let out and my day went on as normal. I ended up meeting up with my two very close friends Josh Strickland and Bianca Harmon for lunch. They both got the snot teased out of them in high school. Bianca is a loud, annoying and sarcastic girl who never really got along with anyone and Josh was just the resident fag that everyone loved to hate.

We were all together in those days like a band of outcasts waiting to be lynched. In college, that didn't change much. "This whole lunch thing is becoming a problem," I heard Josh tell Bianca. "Stop harping on me," she shot at him.

"Hey, what's going on?" I asked them. "Oh my God Sage," Josh waved at me, "please tell her that McDonald's everyday is going to kill her."

"Piss off," Bianca pushed him, "I don't gain the weight so what does it matter?"

"Oh no you didn't!" Josh yelled at her. "You know what happened to me when I was on the all fast food diet!"

"You got sick and the doctor ended up telling you that you were going to die," I said, "we know the story Josh."

I took a seat and took out my own lunch. I loved to pack my own shit for lunch. My mother enjoyed this about me when I was in school. She said it saved her so much time from actually taking care of me. I remember the days of neglect but I'll tell you more about that later.

"I seriously don't know how you eat that crap," Josh told Bianca who was rolling her eyes as she bit into her Big Mac. My eyes scanned the lunch area for signs of Kacy. Yeah, I was still thinking about her even though I hadn't seen her since the morning. I figured since she was here in the US studying abroad she wouldn't have many friends yet.

I caught a glimpse of smooth light brown hair and noticed it was her. She was in line at the sub shop. I averted my eyes and took a breath. "You guys see that girl over there?" I told my friends. They both started to look in all directions and both said, "Where?" in unison.

"In line at the sub place," I pointed quickly. As I put my hand down I heard them both utter a, "oh, what about her?"

"I have her in my morning class," I said quickly, "She's one of those study abroad kids."

"Oh, I met the hottest Italian guy the other day," Bianca said, "But um, we won't talk about that. So what about this girl?"

"She's really hot," I said as my eyes moved from her down to my food. "She spoke to me today in class and I got her name."

"Ok Sage, I'm not a psychic, so what's her name?" Josh asked me.

"Her name is Kacy," I said breathlessly.

"Butch name for a femme," Bianca laughed. I shook my head at her, "I don't think she's like us."

"We really need a bisexual guy to complete our group of sexual deviance," she said sharply. "Since she doesn't seem to be one, we can't allow her into our group."

"Very funny," I snorted at her. She shrugged her shoulders as she munched on fries. To my surprise, Kacy was walking towards the table with a broad smile on her face. "Sage, right?" she said looking straight at me. I nearly chocked on my taco. Yes, I was eating a taco. You can shut up now.

"Yeah, Kacy," I coughed out, "these are my friends, Bianca and Josh."

"Hey," Bianca greeted her dryly. Josh merely waved in his cheerful faggot way.

"Wow, I haven't really had a chance to talk to anyone," she said with a surprised look on her face. "It's nice to have met someone so nice in my first class."

"So how old are you? You look like you'd be a sophomore," Bianca asked rather rudely. Kacy laughed a bit regardless, "I'm 18; I guess that makes me a freshmen?"

"Yeah, that makes you fresh college meat," Josh laughed, "mmm, meat!"

"Shut up Josh," I shot a glance at him. He smiled devilishly at me and made a purring noise. "I love when you get all fierce on me."

I sighed at this point and wished that my friends would disappear. Kacy didn't seem to mind them. "Well, how old are you lot?" she asked us.

"19," Bianca answered. Josh cleared his throat, "21 here."

I was, of course, the last to answer. I hated answering these age questions. "I'm 21," I told her. It wasn't so bad being my age; I just hate telling people because they react so stupidly to it since I look slightly younger. Kacy didn't though. She nodded her head and smiled.

"Seems like I'm the youngest," she laughed, "Bianca, are you a sophomore then?"

She nodded her head to question as she sipped on her soda. "Yeah, I'm younger than these tight wads," she threw her straw wrapper at me. "But you know, I put up with them because they weren't so mean to me even though I'm mean to them. I wonder why? They must be insane."

Kacy nodded her head with a laugh. "You can't be all that bad," she said. I nearly chocked once again on the taco I hadn't finished eating. "You have no idea," I said once I got over the coughing I was doing.

"As much as I would love to tell you how bitchy I am, I need to get to class," she said getting up from the table. "I'll see you later Sage, Josh. Nice meeting you Kacy."

"Same here," Kacy told Bianca as she left. Josh was chewing on the end of his straw as he looked at his watch. "Shit, I'm going to be late for work," he spat. "I'll see you later Sage. You too Kacy! Laters!" Without waiting for a reply, he ran down the hallway and near the front doors.

Kacy bit into her sub as I finished up that lovely taco. We sat in silence for a while before she asked me, "Josh is gay, isn't he?"

"Yeah he is," I answered without thinking. It was so obvious anyway; I couldn't exactly lie to her.

"Oh wow," she laughed, "I had a friend like him back home. I miss him. I miss all my friends. This whole being here thing is a little hard on me."

"Aren't you only here for the term? I mean, it costs a lot to do these things right?" I asked her.

"I wish," she said, "I'm kinda thinking of moving here you know. As much as I will miss my friends, my mum drives me mad."

"Oh, mine does too," I told her, "that's why I'm here and not at home."

Kacy laughed and tilted her head at me. "Where do you live then?" she asked. I smiled and answered, "In this city, I just live on the other side of it. That's enough for me. A whole ocean would seem like too much."

"You don't know my mother," she said dryly. "She's a doctor so she's paying for this, but I'm sure its still a load of money for her."

"Are you staying in the dorms?" I asked. She nodded her pretty head. "Yes," she told me. "I'm in building five, room 115."

"Wait what?" I asked her in disbelief. My eyes were wide. I had lost my last roommate because she was a year older than me and ended up graduating. We had nothing in common and it was so painfully awkward. It was like sticking the pope in a room with Josh. Kacy was looking at me weirdly. "That's my room," I explained to her and I told her about my old roommate.

"Oh," she smiled, "that's great! That is so lucky! I hadn't even unpacked when we had class today! They had sent my things up to that room but I had no idea who my roommate was. I haven't even looked at the room."

Oh thank God, I thought, there are posters of Angelina Jolie on my walls. She is so totally going to know I'm queer when she sees that. Well, unless she's straight, then maybe she won't. Of course she's straight! Look at her you idiot!

"Yeah, it's a small room, but I have my computer up there and some other stuff that's of some use," I tried to steer the conversation away from the room, "so what are you into?" It was lame, but I had to try.

"I watch loads of movies," she said with a smile, "and I do love a good rhythm game once in a while."

"Oh, really?" I said. This had peaked my interest since I was slightly into games. "Yeah," she laughed, "oh and sports are cool. Like I love Football, but I think here you call it Sock it?"

"Soccer," I corrected her, "I hate it. It makes no sense to call it that. I honestly think our American football should be called pussy rugby."

"Oh!" she laughed, "is it like rugby?"

I had to laugh, "sort of. But they were all this padding and crap. It's like they are afraid of head injury!" She laughed harder still. "Maybe they don't like the interaction between male bodies!"

We spoke all through out lunch about all sorts of things. She noticed that she was going to be late for a class finally and told me that she would see me later. My heart was fluttering around my chest like someone let loose a butterfly in there. I had to take off running to my own class, Studies in 19th-Century British Literature.

The day seemed to drag on as my last class let out at around 6pm. I jogged all the way to my dorm room and pulled the door open to see Kacy sitting on her bed with a pair of reading glasses on and a laptop on her lap. She looked up at me, took off her glasses and smiled. "Hey Sage," she greeted me.

I wear glasses of my own but not for reading. I always thought that I needed contacts since I felt like an emo nerd in my pair. Although, Weezer gave me some hope that glasses might be cool. "Hey Kacy," I greeted back as I walked into the room. She was so neat. Her bed sheets were pink and clean. She was wearing pink pajamas and these light socks. Her hair was tied back to reveal her pretty features. She wasn't wearing make-up but it didn't really matter.

"Working on homework?" I asked her as I threw my back pack on the ground. She nodded, "yeah, it's for an English class actually."

"Oh," I laughed, "how ironic."

She smiled as she put her reading glasses back on and looked down at the laptop again. I sat down on my own bed that was right next to hers and took off my shoes. I had on these horrible black socks that made me feel like my feet were on fire. I don't know why I wear them.

"There, finally almost done," she sighed, "I'll have to finish this later. I'm so tired."

"When did you get in here?" I asked her.

"About an hour or so ago," she said, "my last class let out, math, which I'm horrible at."

"Me too, well, I'm not that bad at it, but I don't like it," I told her, "I might be able to help you, if you want. I'm finished with my math courses. I took them all early so I wouldn't have to deal with them."

She nodded her head, "yeah, I'm doing that exact same thing because I can't bloody stand it."

I smiled at her and laid down in my bed. I didn't even want to deal with homework. I yawned, "I have tomorrow off. I'll work on this paper I have to do then."

"I have it off too," she said, "I think I should finish this and then work on math. Do you have any plans for after that?"

I was a little surprised at her asking me this. Then again, why should I be? She didn't have friends here. I needed to be friendly with my new English friend. So what? She's hot. That's fine. I can deal with it. I've had crushes on straight friends before. No big deal. "I don't know," I answered her. "I think Josh wanted to go out but I told him only if I was finished with the work I needed to do."

"Yeah, we'll see then," she said, "I'd love to go with you."

And I'd love for you to go with me, I told myself. "That'd be great," I said to her. She smiled and looked around my side of the room. There was a Buffy poster, that Angelina Jolie one I told you about earlier and a calendar of kittens. "You really love cats huh?" she asked.

"Yeah," I told her, "I had one, but she died in my senior year."

"Oh that's so sad, was it an old cat?" she asked me.

"Yeah, she was a good cat too," I told her, "I named her Kitty when I was about five years old cause that's when I got her. My mother told me to take care of her so I did. My mom would buy her food and I would feed her everyday. She was like my best friend. I didn't have many friends growing up."

"Oh," she said sadly, "I had a few. Not too many though. I think that's normal. I had a cat too. His name was Prince. He died of an infection though when I was 14. It killed me."

"Cute name," I told her. She smiled at me. We spent the night talking about life and some other things. Romance didn't come up, not even once. I was too scared to talk about anything because I didn't want to hear about her being with guys. It was around 11pm when we both yawned loudly.

"I should get some sleep," she said, "you should too." She turned out her light and I turned out mine. "Yeah, you're totally right," I agreed. We both slipped under our own covers and the room fell silent.