A/N: Weeeee're back! Enjoy our new fic, loosely based on The Parent Trap.

"You're going to love it," Vanessa Nadal tried to convince her twelve year old daughter as they stood in front of a yellow school bus. It would be taking Francesca, who mostly went by Frankie, to her personal hell, Camp Chateaugay, for six whole weeks. She couldn't believe her mother was doing this to her. It was supposed to be an opportunity for enrichment, and to get her away from the city. She'd lived in New York City her entire life and she was perfectly fine staying there.

"Mom, it's going to suck," The twelve year old with dark brunette curls that ombred into a soft burgundy, retorted, not even offering a smile. There was no way she was going to make this easier on her mother. She was supposed to just go along with it. No one was sending her away against her will. But because she was a kid, she had no say.

Really, it was a punishment, in Frankie's opinion. Her over-achieving mother couldn't stand to have an average daughter. She was very intelligent, like her mom, but she couldn't be bothered to put forth any effort for something she didn't care about. At school, she pulled mostly B's and C's, much to her mother's chagrin. Enough to get by, but certainly not her best.

"You can call me every night if you need to, but I think you'll be too busy having fun," Vanessa said as the bus driver honked its horn. Around them, lots of excited and enthusiastic pre-teens began boarding the bus, with duffel bags and rolled up sleeping bags. Frankie rolled her eyes.

"Bye," she groaned, turning away. Vanessa caught her arm and pulled her in for a hug. She felt her daughter sigh as she tolerated the embrace. Then she trudged towards the school bus, still furious with her mother.

All around her, kids were giggling and chattering excitedly, the opposite of what she was feeling. How were they excited about this? As far as she could tell, they were all city kids. What were they supposed to do, sleeping in a log cabin with no air conditioning for six weeks? No Netflix, no Starbucks, no anything. She closed her eyes and let the motion of the bus lull her to sleep.

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Not far away, Jaslene looked over her perfectly organized bag contents, spread across her comforter. She needed to pack wisely because she'd be away for six weeks - the longest she'd ever been from her dad. Jaslene had neatly folded all the contents - four pairs of shorts, four shirts, two tank tops, seven pairs of underwear and socks. All her toiletries were accounted for and zipped inside her toiletry bag. She was ready.

"I just need to drop Jaslene off at Fort Tryon Park," he said to someone on the phone. Her father had his dark hair pulled back in his usual ponytail, dressed in a t-shirt and khaki pants. The bags under his eyes were more pronounced these days. He'd been working like a dog, getting his new musical, Hamilton, ready to open at the Richard Rodgers that August. Jaslene had seen the production multiple times at The Public. She wasn't the biggest fan of musicals, unlike her father, and even she thought it was amazing! They'd been making a few changes before he headed over to open on Broadway.

Going to camp had been her idea. With school out, she knew she faced days by herself as her dad worked down at the theater. It would be a lonely summer and she'd much rather get out of the city and have some fresh air. Her dad had agreed, though she knew he'd miss her terribly. It had been just the two of them for as long as she could remember. Jaslene didn't know hardly anything about her mother; just that they'd dated in their twenties and she was a scientist.

Her father finished up his phone call as she started to place her neat piles of clothing into her duffel bag. "All set, Jazz?" He asked, smiling.

"Yep!" She answered cheerily. The plan was for him to take her to the park, where the bus would take her away to Camp Chateaugay, upstate. She'd checked out their website and from all of the reviews, it seemed great. Jaslene couldn't wait to start her summer. She wanted to try everything and hoped to make lifelong friends.

Minutes later, they were leaving their Washington Heights apartment building and walking towards Fort Tryon Park. Tons of kids were gathered around, saying goodbye to their parents. Most of them seemed excited, like her. As she turned towards her dad, she could see he was getting emotional. Her dad was such a mush.

"Dad, don't cry," she told him, already feeling a lump forming in her throat.

"I'm not crying," he countered, though his voice showed otherwise. Before the waterworks started, he pulled her in for a big hug, smelling her hair. He would miss her terribly, but he knew this would be best. He didn't want her by herself all day in their apartment.

Lin had been surprised that Jaslene wanted to go at all. As a kid, he had been morally opposed to going to camp. He had, in fact, faked a spinal injury to get sent home. When his own child had volunteered, he'd been thrown for a loop. He supposed he shouldn't be terribly surprised. His kid was always wanting to try new things. She was the definition of an overachiever, doing everything from debate club to Junior National Honor Society to tennis. Jaslene was a straight-A student and he wouldn't be surprised if she ended up at an Ivy League school. He was grateful he had a while before he had to think about that.

Jaslene boarded the bus and pulled down her window, waving at her dad before it pulled away. As the bus began to leave the city she'd called home all her life, she settled in and started chatting away to the kids around her.

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Her cabin mates were morons. The electrical system was malfunctioning and she was afraid the septic system might soon be rupturing. Still, the seven other girls in her bunk hadn't bothered her yet as they began to unpack their belongings. Frankie had half-assedly packed her bag just an hour before leaving. Her shirts and shorts were wrinkled, but she didn't care.

"Hi, I'm Brooke," a perky white girl greeted her, teeth gleaming.

"Frankie," she answered back, shoving her clothes into a drawer.

"Where are you from?" Brooke asked.

"New York," she told her. "You?"

"Connecticut," she answered.

"Oh," Frankie said. "Great."

"Yeah, it is," she agreed. "This must be a big change, coming from the city."

"Yeah, I guess," she shrugged, not really wanting to continue the conversation.

The counselor clapped her hands and everyone quieted down. "Alright, campers! Dinner's in fifteen! Finish unpacking and let's meet out on the porch."

Frankie was starving, but she figured the food here would be terrible. Probably watered-down spaghetti and rectangle shaped pizza. At this point, she'd eat almost anything though. As she unpacked the last of her things, she saw that her mother had snuck in her teddy bear. Her face immediately flushed and she stuffed it back in, embarrassed. Surely none of the other girls had stuffed animals. What was her mother thinking?

A short time later, they all walked down a path to the mess hall. It was already buzzing with campers, all between the ages of 11 and 14. Tons of kids had braces and looked gawky, not growing into their bodies yet. It was a co-ed camp, so they'd have to deal with immature boys. Some days, Frankie would rather deal with boys than the girl drama.

She sat down with her bunkmates and her unfortunate tray of rectangle pizza. Frankie opened up her milk and felt her phone buzz. It was her mother.

Hope you're having a great time! I hope you don't mind Sir Fuzzy came along for the ride!

Frankie rolled her eyes and shoved her phone in her pocket. Had she not been to middle school? Bringing your stuffed bear to camp was like social suicide.

There was a loud whistle and who she guessed was the camp director stood on one of the picnic tables. Everyone quieted down and looked up at her.

"Welcome to camp Chateaugay!" she said, sounding extra enthusiastic. "The next six weeks, you'll get to experience all the wilderness has to offer - hiking, swimming, kayaking, crafts, and more! As you get settled into your bunks tonight, I hope you all get a chance to introduce yourselves and tell us a little about where you're from. Every night, we'll have a sundown campfire by the lake. We'll see you tonight at 8:00!"

Everyone started talking again and Frankie took a bite of her pizza. It was like cardboard. Still, she was starving so she ate the whole thing. She didn't join in the conversation around her. Why should she make an effort to bond with these kids? Frankie just wanted to keep to herself and get back to the city as soon as she could.

At 8:00 that night the entire camp gathered around the bonfire down the hill from the cabins. There were more introductions of all the counselors, ten in all. They all seemed overly enthusiastic and way too chipper for the New Yorker's liking. Hopefully none of them would try to talk with her or start up any of those mind numbing 'name games' in an effort to create fictitious bonds.

After they'd gotten back to the cabin, they all changed into their pajamas and sat on the floor in the middle of the cabin floor. There were more introductions, as well as telling the group your favorite candy and movie. Frankie said as little as possible. As she climbed into bed on her top bunk that evening, her phone buzzed with a message from her mother. She said that she loved her and hoped she was having fun. Frankie didn't respond.

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This was everything Jaslene had hoped for and more. She loved the camaraderie her cabin mates were already forming. That night, they'd come up with a cabin mascot and flag, and the counselor told them about how it was a big deal to steal another cabin's flag. They were already starting to plot how to steal from the boys.

As she climbed into bed that night, she pulled out her phone and sent her dad a quick text that she was doing fine and having fun. He hadn't texted her since her departure on the bus, but she knew he was probably busy. Since his newest musical had premiered at The Public Theater, it was an endless cycle of meetings, revisions, interviews and more. She was glad her dad was having all the success he was. He really deserved it.

Jaslene was almost too excited to get to sleep, but somehow she managed. She awoke bright and early, sighing happily at the sounds of birds chirping outside her window. She'd chosen the bunk closest to the window so she could admire the view. Growing up in New York City, it was rare to get such a grand view of nature.

After a shower and brushing her teeth, she and her cabin mates walked to the mess hall. She couldn't wait to see what would be on the agenda today - swimming? Hiking? Archery? Jaslene wanted to do it all.

"Hi, Frankie!" Another girl said to her as she walked out of the line with her tray. She gave her a confused look.

"Oh, I'm Jaslene," she politely corrected her. The girl looked confused as well and narrowed her eyes at her.

"Oh," she said, a bit flabbergasted. "Sorry."

Jaslene shrugged her shoulders and found her cabin mates.

For someone who seldom spent any time in the woods, she was fitting in alongside girls who were experienced campers. She wouldn't necessarily submit an application to be on Survivor any time soon, but she was holding her own. Her morning had been spent with a few of the girls in her cabin as they played an epic game of human twister followed by an afternoon hike. She was drenched in sweat, her hair was already in need of a wash, and she was having a blast!

In what seemed like a rare moment over the summer, Jaslene was alone in the cabin. After the adventures of the day, most of the girls were covered in dirt and starving. Coming from her apartment with her very low maintenance father, she wasn't used to the insanity that were girls getting ready, even in the middle of the woods. She had started to get a bit more into makeup over the past year, but the only beauty product she even brought with her was chapstick. While the other girls primped, Jaslene opted to head back to the cabin to straighten out her back while she waited for her bunkmate, Lucia, to return from the shower before they went down to grab a bite to eat.

After a few unsuccessful attempts at trying to wrangle her wild curls, she threw her hair up in a messy bun. One thing she was quickly realizing about camp life was that there wouldn't be enough hairspray in the world to tame her frizz.

She checked her phone and an immediate grin filled her face as she saw the unread text message on her home screen.

Glad you're having so much fun! Wish I was hanging out with you instead of these boring adults who need me to write things...

Jaslene laughed out loud, shaking her head. Her dad could be such a kid. Before she could respond, she looked up when she heard the cabin door swing open and Lucia walked in.

"I thought you were going to wait for me?" The brunette asked, her hands filled with her old clothes and shower caddy, "And how'd you get back here so fast?"

"Huh?"

Lucia wrung out her hair with her towel, "I just saw you sitting near the mess hall on my way back." She dumped all her wet items onto her bed, making Jaslene cringe a bit, "I called out to you to wait for me, but you didn't turn back."

"That's 'cause it wasn't me," she replied with a hint of a laugh, "I've just been waiting in here for you."

"Oh. That's weird. The sun must be getting to me..." She shook it off with a shrug, "Ready to eat?"

Jaslene nodded eagerly. She typed up a quick reply and sent it off before trailing behind her new found friend.

Lol, who knows? Maybe my summer will end up even more interesting than Hamilton!