"Who are you?" Frankie demanded of the girl, dressed in dainty looking silk pajamas. Who wore silk pajamas to a nature camp?

"Who are YOU?" the girl demanded back. Both girls silently measured the other with her eyes. They had the same brown eyes, same chin, same...everything. Apart from different hairstyles, they were...identical.

"You're the one everyone keeps thinking is me," Jazz declared, narrowing her eyes. It had become almost annoying at this point. The other girl had long, dark hair, with a red ombre, something she would never be caught dead with. Jazz kept her hair just below her shoulders, always neat and shiny.

"Speak for yourself," Frankie retorted, both still sizing each other up. Both were quiet for several long moments, unsure what to say or do.

"Where are you from, anyway?" Jazz asked.

"New York," she responded.

"Where in New York?"

"What are you, the FBI?" Frankie retorted. "Westchester. You?"

"Washington Heights." she said.

They were both quiet again, perplexed. They'd heard of doppelgangers, but this was uncanny. Still, it must just be a coincidence.

"Well, do me a favor and don't do anything else stupid," Jazz advised her. "That thing with your ankle was pathetic."

Frankie narrowed her eyes on her. She guessed the news had traveled fast. Jazz picked up the bottle of shaving cream she'd left behind and turned to go.

"Yeah, well don't break a nail or anything," she retorted, hating that she couldn't think of anything more clever. Usually Frankie was the queen of insults.

"Good one," Jazz sassed as she strolled towards the door, her flip-flops snapping as if they were taunting Frankie.

Jazz walked back to her cabin, where the rest of her bunkmates were sitting in a circle on the floor. It was a nightly routine, talking about their least favorite and favorite parts of the day. Jazz joined in, sitting next to Kayla from New Jersey. She couldn't shake the unsettled feeling deep in her stomach.

"...and the best part was the mint chocolate chip ice cream we had for dessert," Jessica told the group, which earned a few agreeable laughs.

The leader, Justine, turned to Jazz. "How about you, Jaslene?"

She adjusted her legs, pulling her knees up to her chest, wondering what she should share. "Best part of the day was definitely canoeing," she told everyone, biting her lip in thought. "And worst was...well weirdest maybe? There's this girl I just ran into at the showers who looks a lot like me."

A couple of girls let the mouths fall open a little in realization. "Ohhh," Becca chimed in. "That's who was so confused yesterday when I asked if I could borrow your hairbrush."

"And when I asked her how close to Washington Heights was the Empire State Building she looked at me like I was insane," Caroline added.

"That's wild!" Justine commented. "I'll have to tell the other counselors. We've never had two kids who looked so alike. Are you sure you don't have a long lost cousin?"

Jazz shrugged. "My family's not very big," she said. Jazz only had one Aunt and most of her dad's family lived in Puerto Rico. As the rest of the girls shared about their days, a rock still rested in Jazz's stomach. Why couldn't she shake the feeling that there was something more to this mystery girl?

In the adjacent cabin, Frankie was slumped back on the hard as a rock cot. All of the other girls were out savoring the rest of their night. The last thing she wanted to do was to interact with people. Not only was she admittedly embarrassed at her injury gone wrong, but she couldn't get over that girl. She hadn't even caught her name, but she was sure it was something prissy like Camilla or Eliza. She seemed like the type who would be named after some ancient historical figure.

She checked her phone, not surprised to see a text from her mom. I can't wait to hear what your three things are !

Frankie rolled her eyes at the text message. How did her mom seriously think this was a good idea? She knew the second her mom had told her she had signed her up for this camp that it was going to be awful, and it was proving to be right at every turn.

She tossed her phone down, not bothering to grab her charger that was plugged in below her. She didn't want to talk to her mom or any of her friends back home. She definitely didn't want to talk to anyone at this camp. The only thing she wanted to do was go to sleep and hope that when she woke up the next morning - she would realize this entire experience had just been a horrible nightmare.

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Unfortunately for Frankie, the morning sun still rose the next day and her nightmare was still her reality.

Even the weather was aligned with Frankie's mood because the usual sunny summer skies had been replaced with a rainstorm that was scheduled to take over the entirety of the day.

That didn't stop the 'fun-filled' activities that had been scheduled for the jam packed day. It was the first day that there were scheduled activities on the books to set the tone for the rest of the summer. The campers had been divided into various color groups that they'd be in the duration of their time.

While Frankie's scowl was hidden behind her sunglasses, Jazz was beaming from ear to ear. The list had been posted of the teams that morning and the preteen was pumped. She had never been one for team sports, mostly because if there was a fault to her it was lack of athletic skills, no thanks to her equally unathletic father. She loved the idea of being a part of a team though, having a place to belong.

She stood on the sidelines of a three legged race with Simone and Piper, all three girls adorning a bright green ribbon around their wrist in support of their teammates. Even as she was getting drenched from the rain, Jazz cheered her lungs out as two of her teammates, Michael and Sander, took first place.

"That was insane!" Jazz exclaimed, high fiving both boys as they got off the field.

"Thanks!" The corner of Jazz's smile upturned slightly at the subtle sparkle in Sanders' eyes as their hands touched. He flashed her a small grin before the two guys met up with the other guys on the team.

"He totally likes you!" Simone squealed in excitement.

A light flush rose on Jazz's cheeks, "No, I doubt it." She disregarded, although she'd be lying if she said she wasn't a little hopeful. She hadn't had a boyfriend yet - not even her first kiss. Guys at her school never really seemed into her and most of them were either jerks or dorks. She had hardly spoken to the slim boy with curly blonde hair, but she liked what she saw.

Their conversation was pulled away as Ashley, the camp counselor, directed the campers' attention towards the next activity: tug of war.

As the campers started dividing into their smaller teams, Frankie stood off to the side as a tree worked as a makeshift awning.

"Hey Frankie?" A girl she didn't know called out, "Is your ankle feeling better?" The tone of her voice was devoid of all concern, emphasized by the group of girls who laughed at the 'joke'.

Frankie simply rolled her eyes and turned her head away, grateful for the rain jacket her mother had insisted on her bringing. It served the dual purpose of a covering from the rain and shell to burrow into. She had been on the receiving end of stupid comments like that since the incident. At first she was embarrassed, but now she was just pissed. Another reason to add to the laundry list of why she couldn't wait to go home.

She felt a light tap on her shoulder. Before she could start on an enraged rant, she was eye to eye with a boy with shaggy red hair and bright green eyes.

"You're the girl who faked the ankle injury, right?"

"What's it to you?" Her eyes narrowed, preparing to take on yet another camper laughing at her expense.

He chuckled a little, "I tried that a couple years ago," he admitted, and Frankie felt herself relax a little bit. He wasn't trying to make fun of her? "It almost worked, too. Until I started limping on the wrong leg. But hey, I was ten."

Frankie grinned, glad she wasn't the only one who seemed to want out of this place.

"Did they tell your parents?" She asked, wincing a little.

"Luckily not," he said. "I would've been in so much trouble. But I started to like camp a little better after that. You just have to give it a chance."

Frankie sighed and nodded, knowing she wasn't giving this all a fair shot. It's just that she'd never asked to be sent here. Her mom had just decided for her. She was tired of being a kid and not being able to make her own decisions.

"Have you tried archery yet?" He asked. Frankie shook her head no. "That's my favorite. You can just imagine the bullseye as every kid giving you a hard time."

Frankie laughed at that. "Sounds tempting. Can you show me?"

He nodded. "I'm Dylan, by the way," he told her as they walked away together.

"Frankie," she told him, walking with perhaps her first real friend at camp.

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Vanessa sat at an upscale Italian restaurant midtown, dressed to the nines for once, listening to the dentist she was on a date with tell a story about a crown he had recently replaced.

"So I must've not numbed a nerve completely, and the guy screams and bites down on my finger!" He relayed, shaking his head, then taking a sip of wine. "Drew blood. It was terrible."

Vanessa tried her best to feign interest. She'd had really high hopes for this date. They'd chatted online for over a week now, and he'd insisted on meeting in midtown, though it wasn't very convenient for her. She was excited about putting on a cute dress for once, doing her makeup and picking out the perfect earrings. But the night had been disappointing thus far.

"I bet," she commented, reaching for her own glass. "Did he ever come back?"

"Pssshhh," he said dismissively. "I wouldn't have seen him if he did. My receptionists take care of all that."

She wasn't terribly fond of the way he'd referred to them as 'his' receptionists. This guy seemed to be on a real power trip. The waiter dropped off the bill and he reached for it.

"Fifty-fifty?" He asked, just as she was taking a sip. She nearly spat it back out.

"Uhh...sure," she agreed, reaching for her purse.

"I mean, seeing you're a lawyer and all," he chuckled as he reached for his own wallet. "It is the 21st century after all. Women make as much as men. I've been on so many first dates, it seems unfair that the man should always pay."

Vanessa didn't respond; she didn't even know where to start with that one. She supposed he had a point, but he was just rude. Was she supposed to feel flattered? She was ready to get this date over as soon as possible and watch Netflix on her couch in her sweats.

Ten minutes later, they walked out the restaurant together, into the hot Manhattan night. "Want to take a walk around Central Park?" he proposed.

"I actually have to get home to my kid," she used Frankie as an excuse. "It's a school night."

He nodded and hailed a cab for her. As he opened the door for her, he said he'd call her and she just said okay, knowing she'd block his number as soon as the cab pulled away.

Vanessa gave the driver her address and let her head fall back against the rest. Another failed date with no prospect in sight.

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Blocks away, Lin was on his own date with the young, beautiful Philippa Soo. Since he'd first seen her perform, he'd been captivated by her. Not only did she have a beautiful voice, but she was sweet and stunning; one of the most down to earth people he'd ever known.

"So wait, you're telling me you faked a spinal injury to get out of camp?" She asked, exasperated, as they ate the most delicious pizza at John's of Bleecker.

Lin nodded as he tried to prevent the cheese from oozing off his slice. "Not one of my proudest moments."

"And your parents believed you?" she asked, taking a bite of her own slice.

"They took me for X-rays and everything," he told them. "I didn't tell them for years. I'm just glad Jazzy actually likes camp."

"She's a sweet kid," Pippa agreed, having met her a few times. They had only been friends at that point. Since Jaslene was out of town, they'd been spending more alone time together. "I'm so glad she's having a good time."

"Me too," he said, wiping his mouth. "I'm surprised honestly. I would've thought she'd hate it like me."

"Well, she's also very organized and good at math, from what you've told me," she said, smiling knowingly.

"Are you just here to point out my faults?" He teased back. She tossed a piece of breadstick at him, causing him to laugh. Things were going well between the two. Romance seemed to be blossoming from a solid friendship. They were trying to keep it secret from the rest of the cast, not wanting to complicate things. Lin hadn't said anything to Jaslene yet - she tended to be rather protective of her father when it came to women. He'd dated over the years and Jazzy had been, at worst, outright rude to his girlfriends, and lukewarm at best. Pippa was so sweet. He didn't want to expose her to Jazzy's cold shoulder unless they were certain this was serious.

With no child at home, they made their way to Lin's apartment in Washington Heights afterwards, teasing and sharing quick kisses on the subway. They settled on a Netflix movie and cuddled up on the couch with some wine. Soon, they were making out like teenagers and Lin's heart was thumping. As things were getting heated, his phone rang. It was Jazzy.

Lin scooted away and grabbed his phone as Pippa set out a tiny sigh of disappointment. Though she would have loved to continue, she thought it endearing that he always dropped everything for his daughter. She was his number one, and she found that quite attractive.

"Hey, sweetheart," he greeted her, running a hand over his slightly disheveled ponytail.

"Hi, Dad!" She called back to him, chipper as ever.

Lin got up from the couch, grabbing their two wine glasses as he walked to the kitchen. Jazzy went on and on about her adventures at camp, eager to tell him everything. She was twelve - right on the cusp of being a teenager - and he hoped this would last. That they would be this close forever and she would tell him everything.

"Oh, and there's this girl who looks a lot like me there," she explained. "It's totally weird. Except she dyed some of her hair red, which is totally lame."

Lin stopped for a moment, wine bottle in hand, and then dismissed the thought that popped up. The odds weren't that great.

"Strange," he said, beginning to refill the two wine glasses as Pippa scrolled through her phone. Lin and Jazzy talked for a few more minutes, then hung up. Lin walked back to the couch with the two wine glasses, handing one to Pippa. They clinked glasses and took a sip, Lin offering a small smile.

Pippa didn't know Lin that well yet, but she could sense he had something on his mind. The silence hung between them for a moment before she asked, "Everything okay?"

Lin swallowed and set his wine glass down on the coffee table. "Yeah," he said, trying to sound as chipper as he had been before. "I just miss Jazzy, that's all."

"Yeah," she sympathized, rubbing at his upper arm. "But she's having the time of her life."

He nodded, staring off into space a bit. He and Jazzy were so close, but he had a big secret he'd never told her. A secret that he didn't think she could ever forgive him for keeping from her. If she ever found out...

His thoughts were shaken by Pippa linking both her hands in his. He looked at her, Pippa's eyes sparkling back at his. "Can I help take your mind off it?"

Her eyebrow raised suggestively and he grinned back. Pippa began to kiss him, and Lin didn't dream of stopping her.