Frida stood on the balcony of the five star resort hotel and watched as fireworks lit up the night sky. She then spun around happily in her white a line wedding dress which flowed lightly and fit her hourglass figure perfectly. It had finally happened, she was married and it was her wedding night. She then looked at herself in the mirror, her blue hair was pulled back and was held there but a forget me not comb. From it a lace veil trailed down her back and a pair of pearl earrings were in her ears.

"I look ridiculous." She said.

"Not to me." Her husband walked in wearing a tux. He was tall, toned, and had a few whiskers growing.

"This is the total opposite of my wardrobe." Frida said. "I wish my dress could've been red."

"I don't know I think you look beautiful in white." He said hugging her from behind. "You should wear it more often."

"Manny you're my husband you're supposed to say I'm beautiful or I'll kill you."

They laughed and kissed. Then he scooped up his bride and carried her over to the bed. They kissed each other patiently for almost an hour, when they parted he started to kiss her neck.

"Hold it Tiger." She said stopping him.

"Oh come on!" He said impatiently like a child being denied a present on his birthday. "You've made me wait for six years, how much longer?"

"Just a couple more minutes." She walked toward the bathroom. "I wanna freshen up first."

"No! Don't leave me! I can't do this alone!" He begged.

She giggled as she went into the bathroom and closed the door slowly but stopped at the crack and turned toward him fluttering her eyes. "Give me sometime."

She then locked the door, Manny heard the faucet of the tub turn on. He groaned and began to undress, he took off his jacket and unbutton his shirt. He then poured himself a cup of whiskey..

"Manny can you pour me a cup?"

"Sure. Want wine or whiskey? Because- Hasaflagaflougen!" His brain practically shattered and he halfway choked on his drink when his wife walked in wearing a lace peignoir, silk lingerie, and stockings. Her hair was done and her body smelled of lavender soap, honeysuckle perfume, and vanilla lotion.

"Wine please." She said.

He turned red and sweat dripped down his body. He struggled to swallow the fluid in his mouth and when he forced it down his throat his jaw dropped with his tongue hanging out.

"What's the matter? Drank too much Dear?" She giggled.

"Umm...maybe just a little."

She burst out laughing and threw herself at her husband, he caught her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. They shared one last giggle before going to bed.

13 years later...

A car pulls up to a summer camp. Getting out of the car is a thriteen year old girl with fair skin, dark brown curly hair, freckles, and blue eyes. She's wearing a yellow striped t shirt, black jacket, a jean skirt, and boots. On her head she wears a helmet.

"See you at the end of summer Francesca." A woman called.

"You too Andrea." The girl said. She grabbed her bag and went to meet a group of kids.

Shortly after another car pulls up and a girl who likes identical to Francesca except her hair is blue, she's wearing a white t shirt, a red skirt with suspenders, and brown shoes.

"Good bye T.J." She said to the driver.

"See you soon Lorena." He said.

She went to join up with the other children. An hour later the counselors began role call and assigning cabin mates.

"Okay Francesca Rivera and Lorena Suarez, you'll be staying in cabin nine."

"Francesca? Wonder who that is." Lorena said. She grabbed her bags and went to cabin nine. She found Francesca putting her bag on a shelf.

"Hello I'm Lorena your cabin mate."

"Hey I'm-" But Francesca stopped when she turned around to see how much they looked a like minus hair color and clothes. Francesca raised her hand, Lorena mimicked her. They moved up and down, shook, and jumped.

"Do you see what I see?" Lorena said.

"I don't know what you see because all I see is me. What are you?" Francesca said. "Are you an alien clone like in those movies?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well that would explain the blue hair."

She poked her face. "Stop that! I am not a clone! And I think my name is Lorena Suarez but seeing you is giving me doubts about my brain."

Lorena grabbed Francesca's face and opened her mouth.

"Creepy! You even have the same teeth as me."

"Let go of my face!"

"Sorry."

"Checking out my teeth, what are you a dentist?"

"No. I'm a singer well I will be someday."

"Keep dreaming."

"Oh you don't think I'm good enough?"

"I'd be willing to bet money on it."

"Challenge accepted." She said. "There's a sing off tomorrow night. Fifty bucks worth of allowance if I win, care to put your money where your mouth is Rivera?"

"You're on Suarez."

They shook on it.