Disclaimer: While I do have a copy of both books, I do not own the Traveling Pants. Or the Sisterhood. But hey, my birthday's only a month away, so if you want any ideas… :P

A/N: Okay, here goes, my first Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants fic. It's so hard to find any Traveling Pants fics, so I thought I'd take matters into my own hands. This is pretty different from most of what I've seen. (And ok, maybe all 4 girls having daughters the same age is too convenient, but o well) Instead, this is the story of the daughters of the Sisterhood. I hope u folks like the result!

The Legacy of the Traveling Pants

"Once upon a time there was a pair of pants…" –The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

Once upon a time, there were four girls who, may it be by chance or something more, stumbled across a bit of magic. Now don't get me wrong, this story is no fairy tale; it is merely a tale of love, laughter, life, and a very special pair of pants. To some people that may sound absurd. "What could be so special about a pair of pants?" they might ask. On the other hand, I see the pants and think, What's not to love? A classic, well-loved, well-worn pair of blue jeans with a lot of history behind them. Every pair of pants has a story to tell. And boy, do these pants ever have a story.

My mother was fifteen-going-on-sixteen, the same age I am now, when she first came across the Pants in a nearby thrift store. Back then they were just a seemingly ordinary pair of jeans, having yet to prove their magic. The way my mom tells it, she almost threw them away. But she didn't. Instead, she and her three lifelong best friends discovered the magic, and it kept them together during their first summer apart, as well as throughout the summers that followed.

Somehow, however, over time the Pants found themselves in the back of my mom's closet, far away from their days in the sun. A sad but necessary life transition, I suppose. That, as my mom once put it, is the Way of the Pants. And maybe it was the Way of the Pants that brought them back into the light just in time for my first summer apart from my lifelong best friends.

Our mothers were the Septembers, the original Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Friends from birth – before birth, if that's even possible – I suppose it must've been a miracle that all four of them became pregnant within the same year, even more so that all four babies were girls. With that kind of history, it was inevitable that we would grow up together, and fitting that we would be best friends for life.

We all have our strengths and our weaknesses, but I think that's part of what makes us so close. We balance each other out – the insecure but always sincere Eva, insightful yet completely oblivious Bailey, the stubborn athletic scholar Tory, and… me, Teena, the happy, impatient one. People tell us that these are the golden years, to cherish what we have, because it'll never last. They say that we're so different that we'll inevitable go our separate ways in life. But I say they're wrong. People said the same thing about our mothers' friendship, and they're still as close as ever. Yes, these are the golden years, but it doesn't have to end here. We really care about each other, and that's why our friendship is going to last.

Okay, that's nice, you might be thinking, but what about the Pants? Well, the Pants came out of the closet just in the nick of time. My friends and I went our separate ways for the summer, the Pants acting as the common thread keeping us connected. So maybe it's about time I told you how Eva, Bailey, Tory, and I had our say in the legacy of the Traveling Pants…

A/N: Ok, that's all for today. That was just the prologue. The real story begins next time! Until then, lemme know what u think!