A/N: Oh wow, here we go, my first BSC fanfic. I just hope it doesn't suck. But a certain babysitting charge won't leave me alone, he's like "Could you double my age...oh, and can I have a girlfriend, please? And can I be less of a jinx?" Why does he have to be that adorable one?

Oh well, anyway. When I say I'm doubling the characters' ages, this takes place seven years after the series. Therefore, the seven-year-olds are all fourteen. There will be some confusion about ages, like the Arnold twins, who turned eight in one of the books, but I'm sticking them in ninth grade, anyway. And the younger members of the BSC are eighteen, but they're finishing their senior year.

Story: Aziel Demile, fourteen, is moving across Connecticut to Stoneybrook. She's excited, but also missing her friends. But on her first day at Stoneybrook High School, she meets a boy who catches her attention with his million-dollar smile and ability to trip at least once daily...you've probably guessed.

My favourite babysitting charge is Jackie Rodowsky, so I decided to write a Jackie/OC fanfic where all the characters are older. I might take some creative liberties with the characters (especially since they're older), but I'll try to keep them canon.

Disclaimer: Ask someone else about who owns the BSC franchise. I certainly don't.

"Aziel? We're in town now."

"Whatever." I mumbled. I'd kept up this 'don't wanna move' act since Mom and Dad told me we were moving from Hartford to Stoneybrook. Part of me didn't want to move. In fact, when they first told me, I genuinely wanted to stay where I was until I finished high school (I was fourteen and had just started). I was leaving behind my best friends, my old crush (Howard=Dreamy), and the home I'd been in since...well, forever. But after we visited Stoneybrook for a few days to choose a house (and letting me find out what the town was like), I'd felt excited about moving here, as well as melancholy. I was going to start in ninth grade at Stoneybrook High, and I wasn't too excited about it, but when looking around the town, I'd run into a girl who was about to go and meet her friends – Marilyn. After a conversation, we'd discovered that we had a lot in common – we were both boy-mad, liked wearing skirts better than pants, and listened to outdated pop music(my favourite singers would always be Avril Lavigne and Britney Spears). When I'd told her I was moving and starting halfway through ninth grade, she said "Me and my sister are in ninth grade, too. Maybe we'll be in some of the same classes. Guess I could show you the ropes."

Not to mention, Stoneybrook seemed like a nice town. It was kind of white suburbia (not literally, I passed a house where a very pretty African-American girl of about eighteen was stretching on the porch), but that was kind of cute, like a doll town. And since Marilyn had offered to show me what to do when I started at school, I wasn't too worried.

But no way was I going to show Mom and Dad that I was kind of happy after they'd acted like I should've been happy about it when I only knew the disadvantages of it. Some people can be so insensitive. I got that Mom's job promotion meant we needed to move, but couldn't they be a little more understanding about me having to start over as a blank slate – ie: building my reputation up from scratch? At this moment, as we passed into the city limits of Stoneybrook, I, Aziel Demile, had no reputation and no knowledge of anyone my age – apart from what I'd learned in my five minute conversation with Marilyn.

Finally, we pulled up in front of our one-storey house. I already knew where everything was, having memorized the house. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a kitchen and den. Yeah, that was it.

When I started helping unpack and move furniture (the movers had done the majority, but we had the little things left), I started wishing to be half my age. If I was seven, I would be exploring town on my old skateboard or adjusting my room's furniture.

We got it done in about two hours, though, and by then it was six o'clock and the sun had already set. We had to move here just after Thanksgiving so it was right in the middle of the school year, didn't we? I was going to be so conspicuous. Oh well, it was Saturday. At least I'd have Sunday to look around. Maybe I'd see some other people that were fourteen.

Well, that's what I thought. No, I didn't see anyone fourteen at all. I did pass the playground which had a couple of little girls on swings, with a girl of about twelve watching from a distance, but that was the closest age I could get to.

The best thing about that day was that Mom let me go to Bellair's, the department store, and I bought a new outfit for the next day with my allowance – a leather miniskirt with a white striped long-sleeved shirt and a denim jacket. Conservative, yes, but I wasn't sure what I was going to get. My motto is "whenever in doubt, go for the classics". Well, actually it's "Giggle and flirt and the guys will fall"...Kidding! That was just a totally weird, random thing that popped into my head. That's not how I talk to boys. Actually, I don't have a real motto, but the point is, choosing a classic outfit is probably the wisest thing to do when I'm about to start at a new school and I don't know what's cool and what isn't.

Neighbours started coming around by the afternoon to welcome us to Stoneybrook. No teenagers, again, , since they never came. There were a couple of kids who looked cute, but no one else. The closest person in age to me was a ten-year-old...Nina, I think her name was? Anyway, she was so shy that it would have been incredibly awkward with her, even if she was my age. As it was, her parents tried to get her to be friendly with me. You could almost see the thought bubble with my parents: "There's only four years apart and since we're neighbours, they'll be great friends!" But like I said, Nina was really, really shy. She said "hi" and not much else. I was glad to get away from that by the evening, although we had reminders of the welcomes – vouchers, baked goods, all that new family on the block junk practically everyone in white suburbia America does. Come to think of it, the only non-Anglo neighbours were Asian-American. Not that I cared, but did that mean the town would be racist?

I didn't get much sleep the night before school, but at least I was awake enough to find the office, get a map, locker assignment and new timetable, and take in that I did have someone who was in most of my classes and was going to show me around.

The girl who was supposed to be helping me was leaning against the lockers. She didn't look like the academically geeky type at all, just the socially too-happy type. She smiled as soon as she saw me consulting the map. "Hi!" she said. "Aziel Demile?"

"That's my name." I said brightly, trying to match her enthusiastic tone.

The girl put on a posh voice. "Hello, I'm Margo Pike, and I"ll be your tour guide this semester." She then returned to her normal voice, giggling. "My little sister and I used to practice announcements like that when we were little...it was part of a lot of the games we played. So anyway, Aziel, where're you from?"

"Hartford." I answered. "Totally boring, you don't want to hear about it. What's Stoneybrook like?"

"Uh...ditto?" Margo said, with another giggle. "But seriously, SHS isn't that bad. One of my brothers told me horror stories about hazing, but I knew he was lying. He's a sophomore this year. Speaking of, do you have any brothers or sisters?"

I sighed, smiling. "No. I'm the only one."

Margo looked at me enviously. "You're so lucky! I'm the second youngest of eight. My oldest sister and my three oldest brothers are all seniors...my sister has a late birthday, so she's really older, but whatever. My other older sister's a junior and apart from my other brother, my little sister's still in middle school, seventh grade."

The bell rang at that moment, so we compared timetables. "We both have Math." I said. I didn't hate math, but Margo groaned.

"I hate math." she explained. "I wish we could just have art and drama classes all the time. But anyway, come on!" I followed her, anticipating what would happen next.

I don't know what Margo would be like when she's twice her age. I hope her being social and hating math isn't too OOC. Please review and tell me if I'm writing anyone wrong. And I made up all that stuff about Nina Marshall being shy because I know nothing about the Marshalls. So review, please, before I screw up even more!