A/N: Enjoy so far? I hope so. Have you guessed the couple? I think the prologue made it pretty obvious... plus, it's ME! Come on, you should know!
***THE PARENT TRAP: DIGITAL VERSION***
~CHAPTER THREE: THE REVELATION~
Misaki stared unhappily out the window, watching the rain fall. All the other girls had gone to the campfire in the shelter, but she had stayed behind. She would have to go home tomorrow, and for the whole four weeks that she been here, the other girls had been just cruel. After the first week she never went anywhere but stayed in her cabin, glad that the counselors didn't care. She would hurry to get her meals before they did, or wait until they were gone.
A lone tear rolled down her cheek. She was disgusted with herself. Why couldn't she stand up to a group of stupid girls?
There was a sudden knock on the door. Quickly, she wiped her cheek and said angrily, "What do you want?"
A meek voice answered, "I just wanted to know if I could come in…"
Misaki sighed, apprehension making her tense. "Alright," she snapped, trying to appear like it didn't bother her that everyone hated her.
A blonde girl walked cautiously inside. "Nice room you have," she said softly.
Misaki suspiciously looked at her. "So?"
She shrugged. "Just mentioning it." Then, she looked up to meet her gaze. "What's your name?"
She didn't want to tell this nosy girl her name, but it slipped out. "Misaki."
"Misaki," she repeated. "That's a beautiful name." She beamed at her.
Misaki suddenly felt a little happier. "And what's yours?"
"Miyame."
"That's a pretty name."
"Thanks."
Misaki watched as Miyame stepped into the room a little more. She felt a twinge of envy as she saw the expensive clothes the other was wearing. It made her feel all the more shabbier in the worn blue jeans and old T-Shirt she was wearing.
She was shocked when Miyame said wistfully, "I wish I had such a big collection of music."
Misaki stared at the large rack of CDs on the table. "You do?"
"Um-hmm." Miyame moved to sit next to her on the bed, and for some strange reason Misaki didn't mind. "My mother doesn't like music," she explained.
"Not like music?!"
Miyame laughed. "I know. It's strange. Most people think I have everything I want, but I don't."
Misaki nodded. "I know what you mean." She was silent for a moment before blurting, "I wish I had clothes like yours."
Miyame shook her head, seeming to be not surprised. "You don't. You have to keep up with all the latest trends and fashions. At first, it's fun, but after a while it's really tiresome."
"Oh." Misaki looked at the topmost CD and said suddenly, "Well, my dad has connections. He knows a lot of those people," she said, gesturing to the CDs.
"He does?" Miyame asked, looking awed.
"Yeah. Well, you see, he's a manager for some of those people," Misaki explained. "You might have heard of him… Yamato Ishida?"
"*The* Yamato Ishida?" Miyame asked, mouth open.
Misaki nodded. "Yeah. I'm his daughter, Misaki Ishida."
Miyame shook her head in disbelief. "That's just unbelievable…"
"You better believe it," Misaki told her.
Miyame looked up at her. "You know what brand of clothes, these are?" she asked suddenly.
"Yeah, they're the Palmon," Misaki answered eagerly. Miyame stared at her, and Misaki said quickly, "My dad doesn't like things like these… he calls them frivolities."
Miyame felt a flash of anger but it quickly disappeared. "Well, my mother designs the Palmon branch."
Misaki's mouth fell open. "No way!"
Miyame nodded slowly. "It's true, though. I'm Miyame Tachikawa, and my mother is Mimi Tachikawa."
Both stared at each other for a while.
"Wow," Misaki said finally. "And don't tell me your dad is famous, too…"
Miyame answered, "No… I don't have a father. My mother divorced when I was three."
Misaki stared. "Weird!"
"What?"
"I don't have a mother. My dad divorced when I was three too."
Miyame suddenly looked up. "You know, the other day someone mistook me for you…"
"Someone did that to me too," Misaki agreed.
Both looked at the mirror without warning, and stared at both their reflections.
"Oh my gawd," Misaki whispered.
"We could pass off for twins," Miyame said hoarsely.
And indeed they could. Both had the luxurious blonde hair, the cinnamon eyes, the tall, slender figure…
Wordlessly Miyame took out a photo, a half of a photo to be precise. "This is my mother," she said.
Misaki took it and looked at the beautiful woman, and at the young Miyame next to her. She took out a half of a photo of her own and gave it to her. "This is my father."
Miyame gazed down at the handsome man, before she looked up. Their eyes met, and silently they put the picture together.
It was Misaki that broke the silence. "A perfect match…"
Miyame suddenly looked up and grinned. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: REVIEW! I CAN NEVER SAY IT ENOUGH!!
***THE PARENT TRAP: DIGITAL VERSION***
~CHAPTER THREE: THE REVELATION~
Misaki stared unhappily out the window, watching the rain fall. All the other girls had gone to the campfire in the shelter, but she had stayed behind. She would have to go home tomorrow, and for the whole four weeks that she been here, the other girls had been just cruel. After the first week she never went anywhere but stayed in her cabin, glad that the counselors didn't care. She would hurry to get her meals before they did, or wait until they were gone.
A lone tear rolled down her cheek. She was disgusted with herself. Why couldn't she stand up to a group of stupid girls?
There was a sudden knock on the door. Quickly, she wiped her cheek and said angrily, "What do you want?"
A meek voice answered, "I just wanted to know if I could come in…"
Misaki sighed, apprehension making her tense. "Alright," she snapped, trying to appear like it didn't bother her that everyone hated her.
A blonde girl walked cautiously inside. "Nice room you have," she said softly.
Misaki suspiciously looked at her. "So?"
She shrugged. "Just mentioning it." Then, she looked up to meet her gaze. "What's your name?"
She didn't want to tell this nosy girl her name, but it slipped out. "Misaki."
"Misaki," she repeated. "That's a beautiful name." She beamed at her.
Misaki suddenly felt a little happier. "And what's yours?"
"Miyame."
"That's a pretty name."
"Thanks."
Misaki watched as Miyame stepped into the room a little more. She felt a twinge of envy as she saw the expensive clothes the other was wearing. It made her feel all the more shabbier in the worn blue jeans and old T-Shirt she was wearing.
She was shocked when Miyame said wistfully, "I wish I had such a big collection of music."
Misaki stared at the large rack of CDs on the table. "You do?"
"Um-hmm." Miyame moved to sit next to her on the bed, and for some strange reason Misaki didn't mind. "My mother doesn't like music," she explained.
"Not like music?!"
Miyame laughed. "I know. It's strange. Most people think I have everything I want, but I don't."
Misaki nodded. "I know what you mean." She was silent for a moment before blurting, "I wish I had clothes like yours."
Miyame shook her head, seeming to be not surprised. "You don't. You have to keep up with all the latest trends and fashions. At first, it's fun, but after a while it's really tiresome."
"Oh." Misaki looked at the topmost CD and said suddenly, "Well, my dad has connections. He knows a lot of those people," she said, gesturing to the CDs.
"He does?" Miyame asked, looking awed.
"Yeah. Well, you see, he's a manager for some of those people," Misaki explained. "You might have heard of him… Yamato Ishida?"
"*The* Yamato Ishida?" Miyame asked, mouth open.
Misaki nodded. "Yeah. I'm his daughter, Misaki Ishida."
Miyame shook her head in disbelief. "That's just unbelievable…"
"You better believe it," Misaki told her.
Miyame looked up at her. "You know what brand of clothes, these are?" she asked suddenly.
"Yeah, they're the Palmon," Misaki answered eagerly. Miyame stared at her, and Misaki said quickly, "My dad doesn't like things like these… he calls them frivolities."
Miyame felt a flash of anger but it quickly disappeared. "Well, my mother designs the Palmon branch."
Misaki's mouth fell open. "No way!"
Miyame nodded slowly. "It's true, though. I'm Miyame Tachikawa, and my mother is Mimi Tachikawa."
Both stared at each other for a while.
"Wow," Misaki said finally. "And don't tell me your dad is famous, too…"
Miyame answered, "No… I don't have a father. My mother divorced when I was three."
Misaki stared. "Weird!"
"What?"
"I don't have a mother. My dad divorced when I was three too."
Miyame suddenly looked up. "You know, the other day someone mistook me for you…"
"Someone did that to me too," Misaki agreed.
Both looked at the mirror without warning, and stared at both their reflections.
"Oh my gawd," Misaki whispered.
"We could pass off for twins," Miyame said hoarsely.
And indeed they could. Both had the luxurious blonde hair, the cinnamon eyes, the tall, slender figure…
Wordlessly Miyame took out a photo, a half of a photo to be precise. "This is my mother," she said.
Misaki took it and looked at the beautiful woman, and at the young Miyame next to her. She took out a half of a photo of her own and gave it to her. "This is my father."
Miyame gazed down at the handsome man, before she looked up. Their eyes met, and silently they put the picture together.
It was Misaki that broke the silence. "A perfect match…"
Miyame suddenly looked up and grinned. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: REVIEW! I CAN NEVER SAY IT ENOUGH!!