CJMoor
I love my name. MOST of the time. But not today. Or for the rest of my life.
My name is Andrea. Some people call me Drea. But I like to be called Dre. Well actually, not anymore. Because today is the worst day ever. Today, my nickname ruined my life.
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Andrea DeLuca thinks she lives a pretty ordinary life. Originally from a small Italian-American neighborhood in New York, Andrea and her family relocated to San Diego when she was 15 after a frightening car accident. Now that she's 18, she decides to break away from her over-protective mom by taking up an offer found in a newspaper, to be the roommate of a stranger in LA. So far, she knows nothing about this stranger, except the fact she seems incredibly bossy... and rude, considering this stranger stood her up when she suggested they meet before moving in. However, Andrea, with her feisty Italian blood and 'take-no-crap' attitude, is confident in her decision to take on the big city, and her new roommate on her own. But, beneath all the stereotypical Italian attitude, Andrea is as innocent as could be. So, will her innocence hold her back and send her running to mommy? Or will she take everything head on, spitting fire along the way?
AN: I started this on another account, about two years ago. I'm rewriting it here now. It used to be called Holy Roommate.