Author's Note:

Chapter Two is now here! This the second of about three chapters that may sound a lot like the actual book, but trust me, things will change up pretty quickly. Their story lines are the same general themes, but with a lot of changes made. So bear with me as I get out of these introduction chapters and into the story.

I do not own the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants! The characters, however, are my own.

Please, please, please review! I'm begging! D: I hope you enjoy.

Four Girls and a Jean: The Next Sisterhood

Chapter Two

"I try on at least 20 pairs of jeans before I find something that looks good. And even then I have a trustworthy friend tell me if my butt looks big!" -Amanda Peet

After being practically inseparable for so many years, the foursome couldn't bear the thought of being apart. But the eve of their parting was upon them, quicker than anticipated. No matter how hard they tried they couldn't slow down time. The girls had gathered for one last day together, and as much as they were excited for their separate journeys, the prospect of not having their best friends along with them was depressing. Tomorrow morning Livia's plane left for Italy, the day after Cassie headed down to Arizona on a train, and on Friday Blake's bus would arrive to take her to soccer camp in Mexico, while Tristan saw each of her friends off only to return back home.

Walking through downtown for one last time that summer, they tried to pretend that everything was all right. They talked, they laughed, but it was hard to hide that somber feeling and the solemn atmosphere. There were questions that no one spoke aloud. Would a summer away change them? Would they grow apart? They hadn't been friends since pre-school, or even earlier, like some groups. But somehow, as different as they all were, they had managed to "click", and were closer than they had ever been. It was their first summer being separated since they had become friends, and the thought of facing the world without their "sisters" was almost daunting, but thrilling at the same time.

Still, the girls were determined the enjoy the last time they would all see each other until the end of August. They had chosen a special place to visit as well: Gainsborg Thrift Store. To anyone else, it was just a somewhat run-down, cheap vintage store where you might find a deal on an old pair of shoes. But to Blake, Livia, Tristan, and Cassidy, it had a more special meaning. This was where they had first met. Back in the eighth grade, when the four girls were practically strangers, they had all been assigned to work on costumes for the school play, and this is where they had went to look for supplies. It seemed like forever ago, and in a sense it was. They were all heading into their Junior year in high school now, but at the same time they remembered it like yesterday.

The group stepped into the shop, a bell on the door tingling cheerily as they entered. They walked around the familiar store and searched through the racks of clothing. Tristan was here just for the sake of her friends, she really despised shopping, especially for clothes, but humored them and sometimes actually found herself somewhat enjoying it. She spotted a particularly… "colorful" shirt and laughed to herself.

"I swear we saw this when we were first here," she commented to Cassidy, who was nearby, showing her the top.

"It does look familiar, unfortunately," the red-head replied with a small laugh. "I think I specifically remember you saying how much you loved it," she joked.

"Yeah, of course Cass. I just adore it," Tristan said sarcastically.

"That's bad, even for you," Blake said with her musical laugh as she waltzed over, several hangers in hand. "I know you're not into all this kind of stuff, Tris, but I would kill to give you a make-over."

"It's called sarcasm, ever heard of it? And as I've told you a hundred times before, that'll happen when hell freezes over. And with all this global warming crap, it's even less likely," she retorted with a smirk playing on her lips, used to the usual jabs she got from Blake. The girl was very athletic, but still completely girly.

Livia then came over from the corner of the store, holding a few pieces of clothing, mainly the long skirts and long-sleeve shirts that she usually wore. She was definitely the most conservative of the bunch, that was for sure. "Do think it'll be too warm for this in Portofino?" she asked.

"Rub it in, why don't you," Tristan mumbled under her breath. She was still a little irritable that her friends were setting off for their own summer adventures and leaving her behind. Blake was living her dream and going to an elite soccer camp, Cassie was ecstatic to be visiting her dad, since she hadn't seen him much since her parents divorced. Livia was visiting family in Italy, some gorgeous coastal town she could barely pronounce. Then there was Tristan, at home. She was happy for her friends, but still hating the fact that she had a boring summer and nothing to look forward to. She hadn't had enough money to attend music camp, and had been rejected for a scholarship. She was stuck at home, slaving away for minimum wage at a used book store down the street and babysitting her younger siblings. It sucked being poor. Or maybe it was the fact that she was a little jealous. She was on the soccer team too, but hadn't been offered a place at the camp by the coach. Her dad had been out of the picture since she was just a little kid, but he never visited. Her grandparents were either dead, estranged, or hated her. But she snapped out of those thoughts as the conversation continued.

"Liviana Marie Kapuletti, you have a body, show it off!" said Cassidy. "Seriously girl, you can't go to Italy looking like that. Here," she continued, grabbing a sundress off of a rack. "Try this on. And these too, you never wear pants." With the dress, Cassie had snatched up a pair of old jeans folded up on a counter.

The girls ushered Livia to the changing room area, practically forcing her behind the curtain and waiting impatiently while she got dressed.

"I… I don't like them," the Italian girl said nervously before stepping out. Her arms were crossed and she looked around self-conscious.

"You're kidding, right? You look amazing!" Blake giggled, leading her friend to the mirror.

"Not half bad, Liv," Tristan remarked with a genuine smile. She really did look good.

"Well, if they're so great why don't you try them on?" Livia asked, now heading back into the changing room, but the smile that crossed her face while looking in the mirror was not unnoticed. She tossed the jeans over the top of the curtain, where Tristan caught them.

"I don't know, maybe because I'm like a good four inches taller than you?" Tristan said with a small laugh. She was the tallest of the group at just over five foot ten, and the thinnest too. A wooden plank probably had more curves than she did. But the rest of the girls insisted, and she too was shoved into the room.

"Happy now?" she asked, coming out and twirling around for them. She laughed as Blake whistled.

"Tris, you're gorgeous, why can't you just admit it!" Livia said.

"That, coming from the girl who dresses like an Eskimo?" she replied. She wouldn't say it out loud, but looking over her reflection with her dark eyes, Tristan had to admit she looked all right. One advantage of the height was having long legs, but that also made finding jeans a pain. These were great, though. But how could they fit Livia and her? She took off the pants and gave them to her blonde friend to try on, even though she wasn't sure if they would fit her. Blake wasn't worried in the least about changing out in the open, and slipped the denim jeans on easily.

"How do I look?" she questioned.

"Blake, you always look great, this is no exception," Cassie commented. It was true, Blake just had one of those perfect bodies that could be dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt and still look fabulous. She was average height, along with Livia, but unlike the brunette Blake was curvy. She still had an athletic body, and that along with her blonde hair, smooth skin, and bright blue eyes, she made heads turn.

"Your turn Cass," Blake said, giving the pants to the copper-haired girl.

"There's no way they're going to fit me, you guys. Why even bother," Cassidy protested. She was the shortest of the bunch, and it was no secret that she was a little bit thicker than the others, along with more of a butt, to put it simply.

"They shouldn't have fit me if they fit Liv and Tris, but they did," Blake reasoned. "C'mon Cass, you have to. Just try."

"I'm not making any promises," she said, rolling her eyes as she put on the jeans. And to her surprised, they actually buttoned and she could walk without dragging inches of fabric behind her. How they actually looked, she was dreading on finding out.

"Wow, they fit you perfectly! They fit everyone perfectly," Blake gushed, to which Cassidy responded with wide eyes. Looking in the mirror, she saw Blake was right. She looked pretty darn good.

"This is physically impossible," Tristan muttered.

"We are so getting these jeans," Cassie stated.

"But who gets them?" Livia questioned.

"Pooling together seven dollars shouldn't be a problem, right ladies?," Cassie said. 'Gotta love thrift stores and their cheap clothes. "I have a plan."