<div class="floatright">(http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/6427/le406as1.jpg)</div>"Don't you forget about me, I love you baby..and no matter what happens..i'll<em>always</em>support you in any condition. Take care and I hope to see you soon love." Were the last words I had said to Danial before giving him a hard kiss and then a nice goodbye fuck in the back of his car before he went off to Westfield University. My name is Christina Cole and me and Danial had been together for three years till that point. Three years of ups and downs and lots and lots of crazy adventures together. I know i'm not the easiest person to get along with, and neither is Danial. To be honest, nobody is and we all need to find that special person with whom you can gel like anything. Danial was that boy. I had felt that inside me ever since I had laid my eyes on him in the high school for the first ever time all those years ago. I like to think he felt the same about me..because we just clicked like anything from the get-go. He taught me about cars and fast machines whilst I taught him about cinema, theater and other finer things of life. When I learnt that he was going to univeristy first thing which had hit me in the face like anything was the possibility of being seperated from him.<br/><br/>The thought, to put it simply was an extremely annoying one. I couldn't imagine being away from him for a single day..let alone for so long! Besides this long distance relationship bit..I didn't think it could really work. I had heard so many stories of people going to college, moving out of the town and how it had wrecked some steady relationships. The thought of being cheated on after Danial went there..and him holding some other bimbo in arms was like..ugh..I don't even have words to express the disgust I felt at mere thought of that. In fact, my paranoia had rather put a strain of sorts on our relationship. It was just..really hard to imagine life without Danial being there every single day for me. But I knew I would never be able to forgive myself if I persuaded him to let go of this. It had been his dream since an age..and it would've been just so wrong of me to pursue only my selfish interests. Afterall, you had to make some sacrifices for the person you love and face everything together. He had been irritated at me in those confusing last weeks as he had a lot on his mind as it is..but in that one moment when I said those words to him..everything had washed away. We bid each other farewell with heavy hearts and I watched the car drive away with tears in my eyes despite of reassurances of my parents that everything will be all right.<br/><br/>I focused on my acting work and some small tours we were undertaking and working on a new one-act play with my parents. Few months flew by as I pre-occupied myself with work..getting lost in it. Me and Danial stayed in touch as much as we could..but to be honest, it was awkward. We talked on the phone, chat but the conversations were stilted..they dragged on. At times I felt he was entertaining me for the sake of doing his 'job' of listening to his girlfriend. And then, one fine day Marcie called stating she had seen Danial cuddling with some random woman at Uni. Not only once, but multiple times. Now Marcie's an idiot..but at the same time she had gone to the uni in his batch itself. So I kinda trusted her and had even told her to report me if she spotted anything suspicious. I regretted that decision the moment she gave me vivid details of what she had seen, and what might have happened afterwards with Danial and those bimbos he was having fun with. Enough was enough..I had to make sure my man wasn't being taken by anybody. The only way to ensure that was by constantly keeping an eye on him. But how was I to do that?<br/><br/>That was when the idea struck me. I was rehearsing for Twelfth Night and playing the role of Viola. Why not do the same? Disguise myself as a boy and go down to the univeristy, get a job someplace and hang around Danial. That seemed like a solid plan, I could sneak in everywhere as one of the students eventually too..tagging along with Danial. Passing as a convincing boy..or even pulling off being one was something I could do with ease. Although I had never done so for the duration as long as I was going to now..maximum I had gone was few hours. But then again, it would be a new challenge for me. Thus, as a result Chris Clarke was born. I walked through the doors of the Westfield with the sole purpose of looking him up. What happened afterwards..is stranger than any fiction ever to be produced...