The Brady Bunch
"time change"
Sequel/Series: not yet
Summary: The more things change...
Rating: PG for this part
Setting: AU, five years after the first show ended. For the sake of people everywhere, I'm steadfastly ignoring the "Brady Bunch Hour" in this story. This will be a story in six parts- one for each of the kids.
Feedback: Please? With Peter on top? Vixxxen@rocketmail.com
Disclaimer: There was a man, by the name of Sherwood, who made the Bradys for Paramount, they were a cash cow, but they're not mine, so enjoy this story anyway!
For: those who come before me...
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(Peter's POV)
"Hey Brady, get a move on!"
I hurriedly put on a sweater and stepped outside my room. My roommate, Tim, and some of our friends, Steve, Dwayne, and Tyler, were waiting on me.
"We're going to be late! And this is supposed to be the hottest party of our college careers!" Steve glanced at his watch. Then he shot a critical glance at me. "Why are you dressed like you're going to church?"
"Hey! Just because I don't want to wear a shirt that's open to my navel doesn't mean that I'm overly preppy."
"Yes it does," Dwayne said. "But we do not have enough time for you to go obsess over your wardrobe any more. C'mon!"
We arrived at the party as it was getting into full swing. Someone threw a drink in my hand, which I sipped as I glanced around the room. Other than the people that I came with, the party was full of unfamiliar people. I saw a girl (blond, I noted- I'm a sucker for blonds) sitting by herself. Putting on my best suave smile, I went up to her and said, "Hello."
She swung around and we stared at each other in shock. She found her voice first. "Hello, Peter."
"Hello, Jan."
Before I go any farther, there are some things that you need to know. During my brother Greg's senior year in high school, my dad and step mom were having some problems. Nothing serious, we kids thought, until our dad missed Greg's graduation. The excuse that Carol gave was that "he had an important business trip." After that, things quickly went downhill, and they divorced a year later. Now after six years, the six of us kids had gotten pretty close. So we tried to keep in touch. Carol sent us boys letters and cards. But almost five years had passed, we had moved to Florida, and now I was in college, and farther away than ever from the house of Clinton Way.
So it had been a good four years since I had seen any of my once stepsisters. And Jan had changed- she had cut her hair so that it stopped at her shoulder blades, she had lost the glasses, and she looked self- assured, something she was lacking in the past.
"So, sit down, Peter. How's everyone?"
"Fine. Greg's into his second year of medical school. He keeps saying that he wants to be a gynecologist, but I think he really want to be a pediatrician. Bobby's on the track team. He keeps telling me that he has a need for speed." Jan laughed. "So, how are Marcia and Cindy?"
"Marcia's good. She's working in an advertising office and seeing this crazy man named Wally. Cindy's Cynthia now." I 'oohed' appreciatively. "She's into drama at school. She keeps telling mom that she's going to become an actress."
"How's your mom?"
Jan smiled ruefully. "She's fine. She's getting remarried. She keeps telling me that the third time's the charm. I would point out to her that after two divorces, her track record isn't the best, but..." She waved her hand in a gesture of futility. "I don't think my opinion matters, anyway." She grimaced, but then smiled. "So, what brings you to this party?"
"My friends. They're circulating. I thought you were going to your mother's alma mater for college."
"I did, for my freshman year. Now I'm at Radcliff."
"Wow. And I thought I made it into a good school."
"BYU is a good school! If I could have went there, I would have."
"Why couldn't you?"
"I'm majoring in computer sciences. Radcliff has one of the best programs around."
"I don't even have a major yet."
"And this is your junior year?"
"I know. Get on the ball, Peter, is all I ever hear from Dad."
"Speaking of which, how is your dad?"
I sighed. "He's good. Moving to Florida was a good change for us. Do you mind if we... don't talk about that here?" I glanced around the room. "If you want, we can talk later."
"I'd like that. Here's my phone number and my dorm location." Jan handed me a piece of paper. I scanned it over quickly.
"So, you went back to Martin, I see."
"It was just easier than explaining that you have your stepfather's name even though he isn't your stepfather anymore."
"I understand." Just then, Tyler came dancing up.
"Brady, we're about to go to this other party. Are you staying or coming with us?"
I glanced over at Jan, who was standing up.
"Go ahead. Give me a call sometime, okay?"
"Okay. 'Bye, Jan."
I watched as she disappeared into the crowd.
"Hey, who is that? Brady, I've changed my mind about you. You move fast!"
The automatic comment popped into my head. She's my sister! But before I said it, I realized that it wasn't true.
I followed Tyler out the door, still thinking about my ex-sister.
Next Part- Jan
