Fanfiction or Original Story: Original Story.

Fandom or Genre: Fantasy

Any Ships?: Probably not, but who knows?

Rating: YA or PG-13

Synopsis:

Jane Mills is an Alabama college girl who wants nothing to do with the supernatural. She's content with her average life of student loans, hanging out with her friends, and working her minimum wage job. But deities Love and Fate are banished from their home of Haven Fields, aka heaven, to earth, and somehow end up in Jane's rundown apartment. She reluctantly takes them in as roommates, and together they navigate the social world and help Jane explore her identity, while avoiding the eminent threat of the deity of depression turning Jane into an empty shell. The three of them learn things about emotions that they never knew before, and become closer as a result. In the end, fighting the darkness inside you is possible, as long as you have true friends to stand by your side.

Snippet:

You never expect to come home to two deities in your kitchen.

Jane sure didn't.

And if they didn't look so friendly, she probably would've hightailed it outta there.

But they seemed lost, and she didn't have a rude bone in her body.

So, she peeked her head inside the door.

And the shorter girl, who looked almost like a fairy, with her tan skin and strawberry blonde hair in a braided updo, grinned and said, "Hi! Who are you?"

Jane stomped in, absolutely fuming. "I'm Jane Mills. And what in the name of all that is holy are you doing in my apartment?"

"Weeeell, we kind of got banished from our home," the girl explained, "and we didn't really have anywhere else to go."

"Uh, but-" Jane blubbered. "The door was locked! How'd you get in?"

The tall girl stepped forward, and Jane saw that she was just the opposite of the other. Slender and pale as the moon with dark hair and eyes the color of steel.

She spoke, "Your window was open, so we just slipped inside."

"Wha-" Jane stammered, flabbergasted. She looked out said window, making sure it was still thirty feet off the ground. "Huh?"

She turned around, frustrated as anyone would be in that situation. And when she faced them again, she said: "I don't know who you are, some freeloaders, er Jehovah's witnesses, but you can't stay here!"

"But, we can't go anywhere else!" the smaller one pleaded. "You're the only one who can see us!"

Jane shook her head. "That doesn't even make any sense! Besides, I don't need roommates. I can barely afford to keep myself alive! And I'm content with that. I have my student loans, my minimum wage job, my friends, and if I study hard, I'll become somebody successful, and make my momma proud. That's all I want in life."

The tall girl draped in blue turned. "What my sister means is, you believe."

Jane ran her fingers through her chestnut hair. "In the lord, not homeless hippies!"

"But we are deities!" the short girl whined. "Don't you have a sense of adventure?"

Jane proclaimed, "No. And I don't need some magical beings to come and say I'm not happy enough! I'm plenty happy. Maybe Aunt Carol does ask every Christmas dinner when I am gettin' a boyfriend, but that's not my problem! It's hers!"

"Where's your daydreaming spirit, your sense of wonder?" the small girl asked, her eyes like crystal pools of pale silvery blue.

Jane put her hand on her head. "That sounds like a bunch of hippie baloney to me."

"But, you do believe," the dark-haired girl insisted. "You can see our wings, can't you?"

Jane glanced at each of them, and fluttered her eyes closed. When she opened them, squinted, and she could see the faint image of large, feathered wings, pale pink and blue. But, she could only see them when she believed their story was reality. "Oh my word, you really are angels!"

"You could say that," the short girl replied. "Either way, the head honcho banished us from Haven Fields."

Jane gestured, trying to make sense of the situation. "So, you were banished...from heaven? How in the world did you manage that?"

"Oh, you know-" The strawberry blonde waved her hand. "-break a couple hearts on accident, make storylines that are a little too tragic; the readers will slaughter you."

Jane tilted her head. "What? Who exactly are you?"

"Fate," the tall one said.

The other grinned. "And Love."

"Oh boy," Jane awed. "So, you got banished from heaven, for doing your jobs?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Love said.

Fate shook her head. "But, I'm sure there is another reason our leader sent us here."

"Of course," Jane said. "God always has a plan."

Love jumped with joy in her pink Bermuda shorts. "So, you'll let us stay?"

"Well, for now at least," Jane submitted.

"Oh, good," Fate said. "I didn't want to have to tie you up in my red string."

Jane sighed awkwardly, walking over to her kitchen counter. "That's...reassuring. But anyways, if you're going to sit down and explain this all to me, I oughta make some mac n cheese. Do you like cheddar, or Swiss?"

***So, that's the brainchild of my awkward life experiences. I just got the idea one day, thinking "Love and fate are so crazy that they must be people!" And love and fate have been personified for centuries, so I thought it was a fun thing to explore. Plus, modern fantasy is a cool sub-Genre. I was getting kinda bored with Jane, but then I decided to make her southern, and that just made everything perfect. I once heard, "If a scene isn't working, change the weather," but I learned, "If a story isn't working, change the main character's nationality." Finally, I hope to start on this on Valentine's Day, because it seems so fitting and I've got a lot of projects on my plate atm, but I absolutely love the idea. Have a great whenever, and as Mickey Mouse always says, "See ya real soon!"***