Hi guys,

I really enjoyed writing the last story, so I'm back with a new one. This is completely AU. I'm not sure how this one will end yet, so any input and or reviews are very welcome.

This story is slightly based on my own experiences at American summercamp, so I used a fictitious camp name. The people in this story are all based on people I've met at camp, so please don't take anything that might seem stereotypical as an offense. The people I based the characters on are very dear to me in real life.

Zoe sat down on the ground, leaning against the tall building, sitting in the shade the building provided. She looked up at all the tall buildings. Although she had lived in the city all of her life, she never had taken the time to really appreciate it, the tall buildings, the ever so crowded streets, the blaring of sirens and the tourists suddenly stopping in the streets to take pictures or look up towards the buildings.

She was going to miss this greatly, but hey. It was only for 8 weeks. And why would she not give back to the same people who had been there for her all those summers? At least they had given her attention, hugs, put her to bed at night, read her story's and played games with her. She had even dragged Gigi with her every summer to enjoy camp together years on end.

She saw Gigi approaching her she huffed and puffed, dragging 2 large suitcases with her. She left them in the middle of the sidewalk and sat down next to Zoe, enjoying the shade of the building Zoe was leaning against. She kissed her cheek as a greeting. "I can't believe you talked me into this Zoe." "Being a camper is one thing, staff, a whole different game."

Zoe looked at her friend. She looked like a designer Barbie, with her large sunglasses, nails perfectly manicured and her hair very recently blown out.

"Oh my, Lackawaxen is not ready for you!" She giggled, trying to picture Gigi at camp, walking around on the sand paths and running after the kids on those ridiculous high heels that Zoe best believed should be left in NYC.

"What do you mean not ready for me?" I'm running the fashion program, remember?" "I can dress however I want, I'm going to be camp Shawnee's fashion icon!"

"Besides, You got lucky as well, you don't need to think about anything, you'll just be sitting in an office or at the pool."

"Like sitting in the scolding hot sun, being responsible for all the lives in the water isn't hard work." Zoe said. "Hopefully I can spend most of my time at the nurses station."

"I still can't believe you managed to get a summer apprenticeship in the nurses station."

"Well, being Ethan Harts daughter does have it perks, even though I haven't seen him in 10 months."

"Yeah, I'm sorry for you babe." "At least you're old enough now to drink your sorrows away now," she giggled. Gigi leaned her head onto Zoe's shoulder and left it there.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while until a few girls walked up to them. "Hi, the shortest girl spoke. She had frizzy ginger hair, looked a bit dumpy and had a hard face.

"Are you guys waiting for the bus to camp Shawnee as we'll? "t'is supposed to be in..." She looked at a small piece of paper. "Lackawaxen." She sounded as though she was from abroad, probably England.

"Yeah, we're waiting as well." Zoe said, smiling at the girl. All the girls looked at them relieved and they sat down around Gigi and Zoe without an invitation. Zoe found this a bit odd. New Yorkers were definitely more private and would never just strike up a conversation with a stranger. Let alone sit down with said stranger.

The ginger girl introduced herself as Erin, she pointed at the other girls. "This is Aoife." It sounded like "Eefa" As she pointed at a girl to her left. She was very lanky and skinny, she looked so pale Zoe didn't believe she saw a lot of the sun. Her face was friendly however.

"And this is Emily, she pointed at the girl to her right. "Very nice to meet you both." Emily said, extending her hand to Zoe and then go Gigi. "You can call me Emmy, everybody does." As she flashed a perfect smile.

Zoe noticed Emily was very pretty, beautiful curly blonde hair, big blue eyes and dimples in her cheeks that gave her a playful look.

"Are you guys from England?" Gigi asked the three girls

Emily laughed, Erin and Aoife scowled a little at Gigi's words.

"Didn't mean to say anything wrong..." Gigi started

"It's fine really," Emily said with a kind smile on her face. I'm from England, Erin is from Scotland and Aoife is from Ireland.

"Wouldn't know the difference" Zoe thought to herself, but didn't feel brave enough to say anything as she looked at Erin's face. She seemed a bit put out.

Emily, Aoife and Erin told Zoe and Gigi everything about their trip to New York and how much they loved the city, how different is was from where they were from and what they expected the summer camp to be like.

They gasped when they found out a moment later that both Zoe and Gigi had been campers at the camp and started asking them anything and everything about camp Shawnee.

As the 5 girls talked, more and more people arrived at the pickup point, most talking to each other, making introductions. Some people hanging back and observing the crowd.

A huge coach pulled up at the collection point and a moment later a very short woman stepped off the buss. She had short brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She was already wearing the camp Shawnee t-shirt and some fleece shorts.

Zoe recognized her as Gemma. The assistant director of the camp. She was one of the friendliest people Zoe had ever met at the camp and she had very fond memories of her. Gemma waved at all the people, beckoning everyone to come closer as she started to speak. She was soft spoken, however everybody caught her words.

"Welcome staff of 2007" I am so pleased to meet you all and were are very excited to have you with us this summer."

"Now after you all place your luggage here" She pointed at the place all the luggage needed to be collected." You will walk past me and grab a number from this bowl. The number in the bowl is your designated seat in the bus." "Now get ready to mingle, we have a 6 hour trip ahead of us."

Gigi moaned loudly, "We have to spend the entire trip next to a stranger?!" she said indignantly and widened her eyes at Zoe, looking at her for support. Which she didn't receive.

"This will be good for us Gigi, we get to meet some new people."

Zoe was looking for her seat, she was given number 61, it was near the end of the bus. Gigi was awarded number 17. As Zoe approached her seat, a boy her age stood in front of her seat, his back turned toward her, putting a duffle bag away in the overhead space. She noticed he was quite tall, or maybe she was just short.

He had short sandy blonde hair and had strong arms. He sat down in the seat next to the window and sat up. Only then did he notice her waiting for him to take a seat. She noticed the deep green eyes. "Well, not too shabby." Zoe thought to herself.

He looked up to her.

"Oh hey, sorry. Where you waiting long?"

She noticed he had a very strong southern drawl.

"No, it's fine." She said, shrugging.

"Oke then."

"I have number 61." She said, turning over the piece of paper, showing him the number in her hands.

"62 me, so you'll be sitting next to me?" He flashed her a smile that she could only reciprocate.

"Would you prefer the window seat?" He asked, already standing up as he noticed Zoe hesitated before she could answer.

"Actually I would,""would you mind?" she smiled at him.

"Not at all."

He stepped towards the aisle and let her passed him so she could take the seat next to the window.

As she took her seat, she flipped her hair slightly and he caught the sweet smell of her shampoo. He thanked the Gods that his brother had been stupid enough to change seats before checking out who they would be sitting next to.

He quickly looked at her as she got settled in her seat. She didn't seem that tall, but her legs looked mighty long in the shorty shorts she was wearing. Her grey top had a slight sparkle, which he thought was weird to be wearing to a summer camp. The flip flops she was wearing however seemed less out of place.

She held a bag onto her lap and finally looked up to him, smiling and extending her hand to him.

"I'm Zoe by the way, Zoe Hart.

"It is very nice to meet you Zoe," "I'm Jesse. "Jesse Kinsella."