Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters recognizable from the book series "The Babysitters Club." Any characters that seem familiar to you are owned by Ann M. Martin and Scholastic Inc. Any characters that are unrecognizable belong to my brain.

Authors Note: I got bored and decided to toy with the idea of this story. This is sort of a test-run, so reviews would be helpful. Any kind ofconstructivecriticism/praise is more than welcome, appreciated, and needed. I'm on Christmas break and my mechanics may be off, so please tell me if you catch something here that seems wrong. There's nothing I hate more than poor grammar! Most importantly, enjoy this story written by a girl who needs to keep herself entertained by doing this!

Chapter 1

"Helomph?" I said groggily into my phone. If there's one thing I hate, it's being woken up. The only thing I hate more than being woken up is being disturbed by a ringing cell phone. Most people know that I sleep until noon on weekends, except of course maybe the jerk on the other end of the phone.

"Good morning sunshine!" the perky voice on the other end said.

I groaned at phone. Perky people should not be allowed to contact other human beings before a certain time.

"Rebecca? Are you there?" Vanessa asked.

"I'm here, I'm here," I said sitting up in my bed. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock on my nightstand. 9:15. This had better be good.

"Why weren't you in homeroom this morning? Are you sick?" Vanessa asked me in a whisper.

Why was Vanessa whispering? Homeroom? I started to feel panicked. That's when I noticed my books spread out around me and I suddenly had a flashback to the night before. As soon as I'd gotten home from visiting my boyfriend, I'd cracked my books and studied for my history test. I was in AP History this year as a junior (my guidance counselor had suggested that I skip Pre-AP), so I felt the pressure to try harder than usual to get a decent grade. Suddenly, I was awake.

"Oh my gosh, Vanessa I'll be there in 20 minutes!" I said into the phone. History class started in 5 minutes. It would take me that long to fully open my eyes. "Vanessa, listen to me. Stall as long as you can. Ask Mr. Neumann some long drawn out question, anything, just give me 20 minutes!" I barked into the phone. I shut it quickly and sprang out of bed.

I threw open my closet and grabbed my lucky Yankees t-shirt and my favorite hoodie to go over it. After I pulled my shirt over my head, I stumbled over to my dresser and grabbed a change of underwear, socks, and a pair of jeans. I got dressed quickly and threw my books into my bag. I grabbed my car keys from the hook by the door. After giving myself a quick once-over in the front hall mirror, I ran to my car (a brand new electric blue Chevy Cobalt-courtesy of my dad for turning Sweet 16) and hopped in.

Somehow I managed to obey all traffic signs and still make it to school in 15 minutes. I stopped in the front office to get a tardy slip. My once best friend, Charlotte Johanssen, was working as an office helper-just as she did every other first period that I've been late for. I managed to smile at her, despite what had happened to our friendship in recent years.

"How are you today Bec-Rebecca?" she asked me. "I forgot you like to be called Rebecca now," she said smiling apologetically.

"It's no big deal Char," I reassured her. "Becca, Rebecca….I'm over it," I said trying not to remember the horrible hissy fits I'd had over being called Becca. Somewhere in my 13 year old mind,, I'd decided that Rebecca was so much more mature than Becca.

Charlotte handed me a tardy slip and after thanking her, I ran down the hall and up the stairs to my history class. Mr. Neumann was in the middle of explaining the underlying reasons for the economical issues during the Revolutionary War when I walked in. Vanessa, who'd had her hand poised in the air to ask another question, lowered it when she saw me.

I gave my tardy slip to the teacher before slipping into my seat next to Vanessa. "Thanks for calling me," I whispered to her as I put my books down.

"Hey, no problem," she whispered back. "To be honest, I was worried about waking you," she said with a smirk.

"I think I'll let it slide this time."

Mr. Neumann cleared his throat. "If there are no more questions or distractions," he said looking pointedly at Vanessa and me "we can stop wasting our time and start the exam. You have 40 minutes. You may begin when you get your exam. Use a separate piece of paper as usual, we save trees that way." He handed out the exams. I felt it. Not too terribly thick.

Sighing, I wrote my name at the top of my paper and prayed that the rush to school had been worth it.

The rest of the day went off without a hitch. When it was over, I stopped at my locker and switched my history and math books for those that I would need for the night.

I stood on the tip of my toes to reach my French book on the top shelf. These lockers were not made for someone who was only 5'2. My older sister Jess had gotten my father's giant genes. I, on the other hand,, and I was stuck with tree trunks for legs.

Another hand beat me to my book. I turned around and smiled at the person it was attached to-Adam Pike, Vanessa's older brother.

"What are you doing here?" I said throwing my arms around his neck. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"I'm here to pick up the siblings." Adam had graduated the year before, and now attends Stoneybrook University, much to is dismay. He'd wanted to go away to an out of state school, but the Pikes have 8 children who need to attend college-including his older sister Mallory who was a sophomore at SU and his brothers, who are also freshmen. Adam, Byron, and Jordan are triplets and the college had given the Pikes a special tuition discount since they were putting so much money into the school. Adam had taken advantage of this by living on campus, even though his family is only a 10 minute drive away. He'd told them he wouldn't get the full college experience if he didn't live on campus, and would drop out otherwise. I would have done the same thing if I'd spent 18 years living with 7 brothers and sisters. I love the Pike family but they are a bit much sometimes.

"How sweet of you. A big and strong college man picking his younger siblings up from school? I like…," I said.

"Well, I do what I can to perform my civic duty," he said sarcastically.

I leaned in to steal another kiss when I saw Vanessa heading towards us. I backed away quickly and went back to pulling things out of my locker.

The thing is, Vanessa doesn't know that I'm dating her brother. Adam and I aren't sure how well it would go over with her. After all, she's my best friend and it's a bit weird to think that I'm dating her brother sometimes. Adam thinks that we should just be open about our relationship, but I have a bad feeling about it. I don't know why. It's just a gut feeling.

Vanessa approached us and playfully punched her brother in the shoulder. All of the Pike siblings are very close, but Adam and Vanessa are particularly special to one another. "You ready brutha?" she asked grabbing him by the arm.

"Yeah, where's Nick?" Adam wanted to know.

"Already in the car. He said that instead of wasting time looking for you, he'd rather waste his life inside of the vehicle that should have been his," she said rolling her eyes.

Nick Pike has always been sort of the outcast in his family and when he got to high school he became even more emo than he'd been as a kid.

"We better get going then. Wouldn't want him to waste away," Adam said with a wink. "Bye Becky," he said walking away. He was the only person in the world who could get away with calling me a name like "Becky."

"Call me later so that we can hang out," Vanessa told me, following behind her brother.

I closed my locker and picked my bag up from the floor. As I lifted it onto my shoulder, I noticed a folded piece of paper on the floor. I opened it.

B- I'll be at my parent's house until 7. I promised them I'd have dinner there tonight. You should drop in. Love, A.

I smiled and pulled out my phone. Vanessa had said to call her later. And 2 minutes later was technically still later.

"Hey Vanessa, what time do you want to hang out?"