Unlike many arguing campers, their parents had gotten along fairly well. They had no huge rivalry (the most significant disagreement was over his father not eating enough cereal, actually). It wasn't like they were destined to hate each other. It wasn't like they were complete opposites merely due to their parents. It didn't keep them from clashing like their Camp shirts did with pastels. She was orderly, planting her flowers in perfect little rows. He was a total mess, topping the roof unevenly with nearly melted chocolate bunnies. When would they learn that they didn't have to hate each other?
AN: Is my research correct? I'm not sure if it is.
