Yours, Truly

Yours, Truly . . . No, I do not say that to every other guy.

Bree and Sam - or Samantha, but she probably doesn't want to hear you saying it - best friends, fourth year of college. They rule, you drool. Exact opposites; Bree's worshipped because she's Miss Nicey Nice. Volunteers for everything. Sam's more Miss. Cheerleader material ( though she thinks they're overrated ). Head of the dance team, participates in just about every club there is. She's ahead of the trends in Vogue. Don't let the outside nice of both of them fool you, though. Piss one of them off, and both of them get downright bitchy. And love? Pshh. They don't believe in true love. Atleast, not in university. They're out to collect a few broken hearts- not theirs.

Eve and Fi - Or Fiona, but then again, she doesn't wanna hear it - soul sisters, first years. Hopeless Romantics. Eve's the support in their relationship, Fi's the impulsive one. Naive, excited, over-confident. They're out to get a reputation, and and an interesting love life.

4 love stories combined;

Jealousy, love triangles, rejections . . . and yeah, a bit of sick lovey-doveyness. Rated R just in case ;)

I promise you: minimum cliche-ness