The Fangirl and the Tomboy
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  • Reads 132
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  • Parts 6
  • Time 12m
Ongoing, First published Dec 20, 2016
This is a collaboration with @sashacas All credit of Jade belongs to her

Jade is what everyone would consider a Tomboy. She is friends with all the guys in school. She'd rather run a lap on the track than be caught dead in a dress. And she doesn't play by the rules. 

Lindsay is your typical Fangirl. Runs a standard tumblr blog, writes and reads fan fiction at every spare moment. Is always watching her tv shows. And there never goes a moment that she doesn't have a book on her. 

When both girls become college roommates, will their opposition be complete chaos, or will they become friends?
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