A/N: Hi! Yeah, I haven't been around in a while. There was this whole fiasco at the end of the school year, and I sort of promised not to write fanfic again. At least for a while. Yeah, well, it didn't last long, obviously. So! Welcome to "Teenagers"! I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine yet, worse luck, but there's still hope!

Chapter 1: Moving In

"But no one moves into this neighborhood!"

"Obviously, someone is."

Sixteen-year-old Lizzy Bennet stared slack-jawed at the Sold sign in the lawn of the house across the street. "They probably won't have kids, then," she sighed. "More's the pity. I was kind of hoping for someone Kitty and Lydia's age."

Ever the optimist, Jane, Lizzy's seventeen-year-old sister, smiled and said, "They might still have kids."

Lizzy snorted. "With our luck, it's probably some old woman with seventy cats."

"Lizzy, there's laws against that," Jane said with a sigh.

"Exactly." Lizzy pushed away from the fence. "The police would find them, they'd be carted off, and the house would be empty again." She tried to run a hand through her light brown hair, but remembered at the last second that she had put it up. "Remind me again why I haven't gotten my hair cut in months?"

Jane laughed. "Because Mom said that it wasn't right for a girl to have such short hair."

"Charlotte has shorter hair," Lizzy muttered mutinously.

Jane tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder and gave her younger sister a one-armed hug. "You could always pay for the haircuts yourself."

Lizzy rolled her eyes. "I'm saving for college, Janie. Unlike you, I can't get in on good looks and scholarships."

Jane blushed. "Good looks, maybe," she told her sister.

Lizzy grinned and shook off her sister's arm. "Come on. Let's go find the twins before they get into trouble."

They waved to fifteen-year-old Mary, the middle sister, who, like always, had her face stuck in some fantasy novel or other, her dark brown hair tied up in a bun, and her green eyes hidden behind glasses perched on her too-long nose. She waved back absently, knowing to tell their parents that Lizzy and Jane had gone for a walk, if ever asked.

It took fifteen minutes for the older girls to find their thirteen-year-old identical twin sisters. They were hidden behind some older girl's house with a group of sixteen- and seventeen-year-olds who were all smoking. Kitty and Lydia left when they were told to, but Jane had to pull Lizzy away by the arm. The brunette, her bright green eyes flashing, was all for taking down three or four of them then and there.

"Keep away from my sisters," she ground out as Jane tugged at her.

Jane shook her head at Lizzy. "They're never going to speak to the twins again, you know."

"Good," Lizzy replied. "Kitty and Lydia should stay away from people like them!" Jane had meant to make Lizzy apologetic, but when it came to family, there was nothing Lizzy wouldn't do. She was known around their school for having taken down three guys, each at least twice her body weight, the previous year when they had picked on Mary. Lizzy had by no means come out unscathed, but all three of the boys were worse off than she, and they would not be tangling with any of the Bennets again.

"You didn't hit any of them, did you Lizzy?" Kitty asked when her older sisters got back.

"Because we went to hang out with them. They didn't invite us," Lydia added.

"No, but I warned them to stay away from you," Lizzy told them. "So don't go back. You don't need that sort of influence in your lives. Especially not this young."

"You're such a worrywart, Lizzy!" Lydia sighed.

"That's why I want them to have kids Kitty and Lydia's age," Lizzy said later that night. She and Jane were sitting on Jane's bed, wondering about their new neighbors. "If they had someone their age to hang out with on this block, they wouldn't be looking to the older kids."

"When do you think they'll move in?" Jane asked, leaning back and putting her hands behind her head.

"If they have kids, before school starts. If not, who knows?" Lizzy replied.

They spent most of the night talking, and Lizzy wasn't in her bed until almost dawn.

Two days after the house had been bought, the family moved in. The adults were in their early fifties, and had four of the younger generation in tow.

"Where do you think he comes in?" Lizzy asked, pointing to one of the boys. He was much taller than the other boy, who looked about the same age as him, and dark-haired, where the rest of the new neighbors were blonde.

"A friend?" Jane guessed.

"Girls!" their mother shouted shrilly. "Go meet our new neighbors!"

"Yes, Mother," Lizzy sighed. She led her sisters across the road to where the new family was moving in. As Jane, the friendly, cheerful one, said hello, Lizzy stuck her hands in the back pocket of her jeans and inspected the dark-haired boy. He was proving much more useful than his blonde counterpart, who, in turn, was much more useful than either of the girls. Now that she was closer, Lizzy could see that it wasn't just his hair that set him apart from the rest; while everyone else was as blue-eyed as Jane, this boy had deep, sea-green eyes that Lizzy found she could easily get lost in.

"Will!" the blonde boy laughed. "Keep working!"

"It's not like I haven't done twice as much as you," the other boy grumbled as he turned back to the moving van.

Lizzy started as she realized that the dark-haired boy, Will, had been staring back at her. Now that he wasn't, she let her eyes wander over him again. He was well built, definitely on the thin side, and she could see strong muscles in his arms straining under the weight if the box. Wiry, she decided, was the word to describe him. Handsome, too.

"He's yummy, isn't he?" Lydia whispered, her eyes also on Will.

"He's got to be Jane's age," Lizzy whispered back. "Much too old for you."

"I like the blonde one," Kitty joined in.

"He's Jane's age, too!" Lizzy said fiercely. "Don't start anything, either of you!"

"Lizzy!" Jane called. "Mary! Kitty! Lydia! Come here!"

The girls trooped dutifully over to their older sister, standing by the blonde parents. Jane smiled. "This is Mr. and Mrs. Bingley," she said, then turned to the adults. "These are my sisters, Lizzy, Mary, Kitty, and Lydia." She indicated each one as she said their name.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Mr. Bingley said with a smile to rival Jane's. "The three blondes are our children, Louisa, who just graduated college, Caroline, who's in the middle of it, and Charlie, who's about to graduate high school. The dark-haired kid is Will Darcy, an exchange student from England, and Charlie's best friend."

Lizzy realized why Will had sounded a bit strange; he had an English accent. I guess it only goes to show that I watch way too many English movies, she though wryly.

As her sisters made small talk with the Beingleys, Lizzy found herself staring at Will again.

"There's five of them," Charlie whispered.

"I hadn't noticed," Will muttered sarcastically.

"Pick one."

"What?"

"Pick one. There's five! Pick one."

"Charlie, the identical ones can't be more than thirteen!"

"So go for an older one!"

Will sighed at his best friend. "The short, almost-blonde. I like her."

Charlie grinned. He could always get Will to join in. "I like the tall, actual blonde," he said.

"You and your tall girls," Will muttered. "Now can we please get back to moving the stuff?"

"Spoilsport!" Charlie replied, but he was grinning. He took another box out of the truck; Will took two.

"Dad!" The blonde boy, Charlie, was calling his father. Lizzy glanced over; he and Will were struggling to get a sofa out of the truck. Mr. Bingley dashed over immediately to help, but climbed into the truck as well.

This won't end well, Lizzy thought, as the three men pushed the sofa towards the edge. As the legs started to slip off the truck, Will seemed to realize that someone should be down to catch it; his eyes widened and he looked like he wanted to curse loudly. Lizzy was instantly across the yard and behind the piece of furniture, grabbing it as it was about to slam hard into the sharp edge. It was only then that Charlie and his father realized what had almost happened, and thanked Lizzy profusely.

"Not a problem," she muttered, "but it will be in a minute if someone doesn't help me. I don't know how long I can hold this."

Almost before she finished her sentence, Will was next to her and taking some of the weight. "Budge up," he said, jerking his head to the left. Lizzy moved closer to that end, and she and Will shared the weight evenly. Between the four of them, they got the sofa down rather nicely after that.

Charlie and his father clambered down from the truck. "Can you get it from here, or do you need help getting it in the house?" Lizzy asked. She saw Will glance at her, possibly looking for any signs of amusement, but she was completely sincere in her offer.

"I think we can get it," Mr. Bingley said.

Lizzy smiled. "Call me if you need any more help," she said. Mr. Bingley nodded at her, and she wandered back to her sisters.

Will could barely keep his mind on moving the sofa anymore. His thoughts kept returning to the pretty almost-blonde, and more than once he was grateful that he wasn't the one guiding the couch, and was on the back end with Charlie. He tripped over the doorframe, walked into a box, and almost dropped the sofa twice.

"Jeez, Will, get a grip!" Charlie said. "I know you said you liked her, but seriously!"

Will glared at his friend, and walked back out to the truck. He should have known that Charlie would tease him about saying which one Will liked; the other teen always did.

"Good catch, Lizzy," Jane congratulated her.

"How could you possibly catch something that heavy?" the younger girl, Caroline, if Lizzy recalled correctly, asked.

"That's nothing," Lydia said. "Lizzy beat up three guys twice as big as her last year!"

Caroline's eyes widened, and Mrs. Bingley gasped. "Why?" the woman asked.

"They were picking on Mary," Lizzy said with a shrug. "What kind of a big sister would I be if I didn't stick up for her?"

"But you beat them up," Caroline repeated.

"I'm aware of that," Lizzy said, her bright green eyes meeting Caroline's blue eyes coldly. "What of it?"

Jane put a restraining hand on Lizzy's arm. "Our mother wanted to know if you and your family would like to join us for dinner sometime this week," Jane said.

Mrs. Bingley smiled. "That would be lovely."

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