A/N: I'm back! School is out and I am starting on my sequel! This is my BDA sequel and I've decided against a Gilmorized sequel for right now because honestly, I don't even know where to begin with it. If you've read Gilmorized and have some ideas for a sequel please send them to me and it will get written faster.

That right up there? That's a TOTAL lie. This has been on my computer incomplete for like, ever. I finally got around to finishing it. Took me long enough… BTW, I will still do my other story for those of you who wanted that one, but I still have to get around to writing it.

Disclaimer: Don't own…

On with the story…

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Chapter 1: Fight or Flight, Kiss and Make Up

"Ew! What the hell you perv!? Get away from me!" Abby screeched and tried to push a nameless guy off of her.

Abby Mariano was 5' 2" with small feet and a petite frame. She had jet black spiral curls that reached four inches below her shoulder and olive skin with bright green eyes. Her frame may have been petite, but she didn't lack in curves at all. At the age of fifteen, she had junior guys bothering her and she even got a few seniors being jerks to her as well.

"Come on baby, you know you want me," the guy smiled sleazily and ran a hand down her arm.

Abby plastered a sickeningly sweet smile on her face, "I know that if you don't get the fuck away from me right now I'll make sure you get your face bashed in."

"And how you gunna pull that off sweetie?" The guy questioned with a smirk.

Abby looked to her right and saw Frank and Doug walking her way, "Try me dickhead," she hissed.

The guy smirked wider and started to lean in when Abby kneed him in the groin and called to Frank and Doug.

"What is it?" Frank asked.

Abby simply pointed to the guy who had keeled over in front of her, "He was hitting on me."

Doug picked him up, "Ahh, Wesley Jacobs," he identified, "Just what the hell do you think you're doing with our baby sister?"

"You guys aren't even related," Wesley scoffed at them.

"You mess with her, you mess with us. Do you understand?" Frank threatened.

"Actually no, I don't. What, Tony can't take care of his own sister by himself?" Wesley asked.

"Well sure he can, but I'm not sure you want Tony here right now. You see," Doug started advancing on Wesley, "Tony is much more overprotective of his baby sister and if he knew you were trying something with her, you'd already be dead. Mariano boys tend to be a tad aggressive."

Abby was getting nervous. She hated when this happened. Why couldn't guys just leave her alone? What was just so irresistible about her that guys were falling at her feet, trying to get in her pants? She would never know, even though the boys had told her numerous times, excluding Tony, that it was because she was hot.

"Can't you just leave? I mean, I don't like watching them beating people's asses, but I swear, the boys in this school are ridiculous!" Abby exclaimed and threw her head back against the lockers, closing her eyes. Her friend Mercy tried to sooth her, but it wasn't really helping. Where was Tony when you needed him?

"See, now you've upset her. That wasn't too smart on your part," Doug told Wesley, advancing on him even more.

"This is crazy!" Wes threw his hands up, "Who wouldn't hit on her?"

"Hey! Who here wouldn't hit on Abby Mariano?" Doug called through the crowd. Just about all of the males raised their hands hesitantly, "Thank you," Doug said and looked back at Wes.

"Psh, whatever," Wes waved his hand dismissively.

That was it, this jackass was gunna get it. Doug wound his fist back as Frank held Abby safely in his arms, protecting her from any misguided punches. Doug followed through and hit Wes square in the jaw. Wes stumbled and grabbed onto his jaw as Doug got poised to fight.

"You sure you want to do this?" Doug asked him as he regained his balance.

"Hell no! I'm bouncin' the fuck outta here!" Wes exclaimed and took off down the hall.

"Why do they always do that?" Doug questioned as he relaxed and turned around to face Frank, Abby, and Mercy.

"Because they're scared," Abby supplied and wiped at a tear, "Where's Tony?"

"I don't know, I'll text him for you," Doug replied as Frank held her tighter and she laid her head on his shoulder, her face in his neck.

In a matter of minutes Tony was racing down the hall to them and scooped her up in his arms. It was all of their free periods except Tony who had lunch, "What happened?" Tony directed to Frank and Doug.

"This guy came up to us as Abby was getting something from her locker and this guy came up and started hitting on her. She tried to fend him off, but he was persistent, so when she saw Doug and Frank walking towards us, she called them and you can take it from there," Mercy spoke up and looked to Doug to continue.

"We gave him the general threat and warning but he was a real jackass and Abby was getting upset so I punched him in the jaw and asked if he really wanted to do this. He said no and ran," Doug summarized.

Tony's jaw set, "Fucking prick," he muttered and hugged Abby tighter. She wasn't crying, but just being in her brother's arms made her feel better, "Who?"

"Wesley Jacobs," Frank answered this time.

Tony just shook his head and put his sister at arms length, "You okay?" He searched her face.

She breathed deeply, "Yeah, I'm good."

"Man, I swear, the guys in this school are so stupid. Don't they know how Mariano boys are? Their parents grew up with our dad around, you'd think they'd get the picture," Tony ranted.

"Let it go, Tony," Abby pleaded, her face in his chest.

"No, Abs! I always let it go! I'm sick of guys treating you like shit. Next we'll have seniors hitting on Rosie!" Tony exclaimed and Frank, Doug, and Mercy took this as their cue to leave.

"I'll catch you later, Abby," Mercy said meekly and turned to leave with a last glance at a fuming Tony and an equally mad Abby.

"Later, dude," Doug said and Frank waved as they followed Mercy's suit and walked off.

Abby smiled briefly at both Mercy and the boys before turning back to her older brother and wrenching out of his arms, "You never let it go. If anyone should be tired of the guys in this school it should be me. I'm sorry if it's so difficult to defend me all the time, but I thought being my brother and all you wouldn't mind!" Abby screeched and went to storm off, but Tony was too quick and reeled her back into his arms as she collapsed in tears.

He kissed the top of her head, "You know damn well I have no problem defending you. If I did, I wouldn't do it. You know that, Abs. You know I wouldn't do it if I didn't feel like it—that's not the problem. The problem is the fucking pricks all over this school," he sighed, "I don't like letting it go because I don't want them to get the idea that it's okay to mess with you," he explained and put her at arm lengths away form him. She wouldn't look at him as she wiped her tears, "Don't cry, Abby, they're not worth it," he whispered and kissed her forehead, "You okay?"

She laughed lightly, "Yeah, I'm fine. I just hate fighting with you over this."

"I hate fighting with you, too," Tony replied as he dropped his hands from her shoulders, "Where's Rosie, by the way?"

Abby shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know. I think she might be in gym class."

"Alright, well I better get back to lunch. You need a ride home?"

Abby nodded, "Mercy does, too. Do you mind?" She smiled brightly at him and gave him her puppy eyes.

Tony rolled his eyes and nodded with a sigh, "Yeah, I guess."

"You're the best Tony!" Abby declared as she bounced off in the direction of the library, no doubt to study some more. The bell rang and Tony sighed before jogging back to the cafeteria where he had left his stuff.

The day was starting off just wonderfully.

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Later That Day; Lunch C

"So what happened after we left?" Mercy asked as she and Abby were paying for their lunches. Abby had decided on a chicken Caesar salad wrap and Mercy had chosen a chicken patty.

"The usual," Abby shrugged, "We fought. We made up. It's all good."

"Abby…" Mercy trailed off.

"Don't start Mercy; you know our fights don't mean anything. He's my brother, siblings fight.

"It's not the fact that you fight, but you guys do it all the time. I just don't see the point," Mercy finished and shrugged noncommittally.

"It's no big deal, CiCi," Abby smiled as she sat down next to Tanner at their regular lunch table.

Mercy rolled her eyes, "Don't call me that. I hate when you do that. That was from like, a million years ago when you couldn't pronounce my real name," Mercy complained as she settled in across from Abby and next to Doug.

Abby smiled, "You love it." She stuck out her tongue before picking up her wrap and taking a bite, almost spitting out her food at the look on Mercy's face.

If looks could kill…

Mercy simply picked up her chicken patty and violently took a bite. Doug saw this and turned towards Mercy, "Whoa there Merce, the chicken's already dead," he chuckled and squeezed Mercy's thigh under the table, "Settle down," he smiled lightly and went back to his conversation with Tanner.

Mercy blushed and gently put her chicken patty down. She coughed nervously and Abby tried to contain the grin that was quickly spreading across her lips. Not being able to contain her giggles any longer, Abby promptly let out a small snicker. Mercy kicked her under the table and she quickly shoved a hand over her mouth.

"So," Mercy stated loudly, "How is everyone's days going?"

Everyone sort of looked at her, gave her simple answers and then went back to their conversations. Mercy let her head fall into her hands and groaned.

"No worries, Mercy," Doug assured her, his hand resting on her thigh again, "We still love you," he told her as he kissed the corner of her head and once again returned to his previous conversation. Mercy blushed even harder.

Abby decided to leave her alone this time, "Brrr, it's so cold in this cafeteria," she commented and without even looking at her, Tanner slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his side. Abby smiled a small smile and stuck her tongue out slightly at Mercy. Abby slipped her arms around his torso, under his zip-up hoodie, and leaned her head on his shoulder. You'd think they were together, but no. None of the boys would dare try to date Abby or Rosie. Tony would have their head.

Mercy scowled at her, "Maybe you should wear more than a short-sleeved shirt in Connecticut," she tried to stay serious, but ended up laughing.

This was usually how their fights went. They teased each other until one cracked and started to laugh. They did this at least once a week and ended up looking at each other and laughing for the rest of the day.

"So Abs, I heard that Wesley Jacobs tried to hit on you this morning," Tanner commented casually.

Abby rolled her eyes and pulled her arms away from him, but he wouldn't let her out of his arms completely. She crossed her arms as he held her against his side, knowing she was still cold.

"It was nothing," she sniffed.

"I heard it was something," he said as he took a bite of his sandwich.

Abby huffed, "Leave it, Tanner. I'm warning you. I already fought with Tony about this."

"Alright, alright," Tanner conceded, "Now come on, I know you're cold in that little short-sleeved shirt," he said with a smile as Abby began to put her arms back into his sweatshirt.

"People are going to think we're dating," Abby muttered.

Tanner heard her, "Now they won't. They know who we are."

"Hey, where's Rosie?" Mercy spoke suddenly changing the subject.

Abby shrugged, "I don't know. She might be sitting with some friends or something." She wasn't too worried about her. They were in school for Christ's sake.

"I'll look for her," Peter announced and got up to look for Abby and Tony's younger sister, Rosie. Rosie was a freshman and at fourteen, she had just about the same figure as her sister. The only difference was that Rosie was about an inch taller than Abby with long, straight black hair. Tony also had straighter hair resulting in a shag that flipped a little at the end, but the straight hair was the most Tony had gotten from his mom. Rosie looked most like her mom with her straight hair and electric blue eyes.

"That's really not necessary…" Abby tried, but Peter was already well on his way to find her poor sister.

Doug still had this hand on Mercy's thigh, rubbing patterns with his thumb.

And the day wasn't even over yet…

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A/N: Okay, weird place to stop but really, I don't even know where this is going. Idk, but I want opinions ! I love you guys ! Press the pretty little button!