"Alright guys, it's time to get up."

Those words were immediately followed by groans of protests and disgust. A few guys raised their heads full of disheveled hair to glare with blurry focus at their camp leader, Jonathan. He better thank God he was attractive, because if he wasn't, he'd never get a girlfriend. The guy was nice as heck, but good lord, he was completely by-the-book. Nine o'clock every morning, he came into their cabin and shouted the same six words. It was enough to make about five pillows fly at his head just like the day before, and the day before that. You'd think he'd learn.

A guy with messy brown hair sat up groggily in his bed, looking over to another guy lying in the bed next to his. The blonde haired guy he was looking at was still fast asleep. Throwing his pillow at the blonde's face, he grinned and said loudly amidst the now murmuring boys in the room, "Hey, Jones! Rise and shine, sunshine!"

Immediately, Fred bolted up and threw his own pillow to the brown haired guy. "Watch who you're calling 'sunshine', Mike," he stated good-naturedly.

"Yeah, you can't both have the same nicknames, Sanders!" shouted a guy a few beds away, sitting up sleepily.

Fred grinned and got up, followed closely by Mike and the other guy. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out some clothes and a towel.

"Why not, Brian?" asked Mike with a sly grin, "You and Becky both have the same nicknames…sassy."

Brian instantly trapped Mike into a headlock, presenting him with a lovely, painful noogie. Fred simply shook his head and walked over to his bed again, his arms full of clothes. He dropped the stuff on the bed and sat down again, bending over to pull something out from under his bed. Soon, a grey, extremely dusty, shoebox appeared in his grasp. Fred set said shoebox down and opened the lid, revealing and abundant amount of color envelopes and stationary, each having the same sweet scent that associated with Daphne.

Picking up one of the papers, Fred smiled fondly at it. It was the latest letter Daphne had sent just a week ago, to which Fred had immediately replied. He inspected the already worn paper thoroughly once more like he always did until another letter came. She had flawless handwriting. It was beautiful and elegant…fitting her so immaculately.

"Hey, Jones! Come on, let's get a move on! We've just got challenged to a basketball game by cabin 6," called Brian, making his way to the showers, the fight already ended.

At least Mr. Blake had been kind enough to have a limousine waiting for his daughter when she arrived back in Coolsville. It was bad enough that she had to cut her vacation in Paris short, but if she actually had to ride a cab or bus to her grandfather's camp, she probably would have broken down right then and there. The only thing that was keeping her spirits up was the fact that she'd get to see Freddie, her grandfather, and whenever possible Velma.

Usually a chatterbox with someone who was kind enough to chauffer her around, Daphne was strangely quiet during her ride from the Coolsville airport all the way to Camp Evergreen. She simply settled for watching the passing scenery and occasionally smoothing down her purple sundress.

Finally, the trip was over and Daphne found herself staring out the tinted windows of the limo to see a healthy abundant of log cabins, a large, sparkling lake (though, Daphne was not that easily fooled. She knew beyond the beautiful, clear façade of the lake's waters lay evil, disgusting, spine-shuddering germs and seaweed and who knows what else) and numerous amounts of age-varied children laughing and having fun with one another.

A few of the kids that caught sight of the black, out of place, limo stared curiously at it, wondering who was looking out from the other side of the dark windows. Daphne merely stared right back at them, well aware that they could not see her, inspecting them all thoroughly. Most of them looked cheerful and happy to be there…despite the fact that they were all wearing those horrible tacky white t-shirts. How her grandfather could allow such a thing to happen like that was beyond Daphne.

Inquisitively, Daphne let her eyes travel quickly across the grounds for a familiar face. She sighed disappointedly when she didn't spot Fred anywhere around. A slight cough from the front of the limo pulled her out of her dissatisfied stupor. Daphne looked forward and saw the driver, and elder man named Todd, looking back at her with kind, twinkling eyes.

"Would you like me to open the door for you, Miss?" he asked.

Smiling slightly, Daphne shook her head and reached for her name-brand, purple bag filled with some essential hair care products and makeup. "I could use help with my suitcases, though, if that's not too much trouble," she said softly, again staring at the children watching the black limo.

Todd smiled warmly at her and said as he got out of the vehicle, "Of course, Miss."

Taking a deep breath to fill her with absolute confidence, Daphne reached over and opened the door. The second she came into view, all talking ceased around her. Numerous pairs of widened eyes gazed over in her direction. Suddenly, Daphne felt very out of place with her purple sundress and elegantly styled hair. Hiding her nervousness, Daphne simply smiled at the staring kids and walked over to the trunk of the limo where Todd was pulling out her bags.

"Where would you like these, Miss Blake?" asked Todd. A few kids exchanged glances with one another, hearing the mysterious girl being addressed to the same last name as the owner of the camp.

Daphne bit her lip, "I…I'm not sure, Todd." She had no clue what she was to do once she arrived at camp.

"That's alright, sir. Things have already been arranged," came a familiar booming voice from behind Daphne and the driver. Daphne grinned widely and turned around, catching sight of her grandfather's silvery-white hair and warm green eyes. "How's my granddaughter?" he asked, coming right up to the two.

"Wonderful!" answered Daphne in exclamation, throwing her arms around him in an embrace. Mr. Blake senior chuckled and returned the hug. Daphne breathed in deeply, her nose filling with the familiar scent of honeysuckle and cigar smoke. "It's great to see you again, Grandfather," she said softly, pulling away from him.

"It's magnificent to see you again, Daphne," exclaimed her grandfather, his hands on her shoulders, holding her out at arms length, "Let me get a look at you…my, my, my! You certainly are turning into one of the loveliest young ladies I've ever set eyes on."

Daphne laughed, "Oh grandfather…" she smoothed her dress again, well aware of the eyes on her once more.

"What's it been? Two…three years?" he went on, oblivious to her discomfort.

"Three years," confirmed Daphne.

He pulled her close to him again, his arm around her shoulder in a halfway hug. Looking over at the two younger boys that had accompanied him earlier, he said, "Derek, Colin, would you two be so kind as to place my granddaughter's bag in Cabin 4?"

The two nodded and one of them said, smiling, "Yes, Mr. Blake." They walked forward and grabbed her pink and purple bags, subtly stealing glances at Daphne.

Mr. Blake tightened his hold on Daphne and said cheerfully, "Well, my dear, I'm afraid I've got some business to attend to. If you would, please follow Derek and Colin. Around," he trailed off, looking around Daphne to see his watch, "let's say four o'clock, why don't you come to my cabin right over there," he pointed to a cabin across the lake, "and we can catch up over a pot of tea. How's that sound?"

Daphne smiled up at him and said earnestly, "That sounds great, Grandfather."

Mr. Blake smiled warmly at her and kissed her forehead before letting her go and starting to walk away. "You have fun, Daphne, and don't get in too much trouble," he playfully stated.

Daphne laughed and replied before turning to Todd, "I'll try." She sighed and took a smaller bag from Todd's outstretched hands and smiled slightly at him.

Todd smiled back sympathetically at her. The poor girl dressed in a designer's dress with her hair elegantly placed into a French twist was in over her head. "Good luck, Miss Blake."

Daphne took a deep breath and sighed, stating, "Thanks for the ride, Todd," before turning and following the two boys.

"So, you're Mr. Blake's granddaughter?" began one of the kids conversationally over his shoulders.

Daphne quickened her pace to fall into step with both of them. "Yep, all my life," she said, smiling brightly at him.

"So, how old are you?" the other kid asked subtly.

"I'm sixteen, what about you?" she replied, her eyes still seaching like hawk eyes for Fred.

"Thirteen. We're in that cabin over there," the other boy pointed to Cabin 12.

"Groovy," Daphne muttered distractedly. Turning her full attention back to them, she asked, "So, what're your names?"

"I'm Eric and he's Jason," replied the one that first struck up the conversation.

"Daphne Blake," she stated, redundantly.

They walked up to a cabin, where Daphne hesitantly followed them up the tattered, rickety steps and into her new home for the next few weeks. Eric and Jason walked over to a bare bed closest to the door they'd just walked through and set all her luggage down.

"Thanks you guys," Daphne said gratefully.

They nodded and waved while walking out of the door, "See you later, Daphne," Eric called.

With a sigh, Daphne turned to her suitcases and bags, contemplating whether or not she should unpack now or later. She glanced at her wristwatch. 10 o'clock. She still had six hours until she'd meet her grandfather for tea. May as well at least start to unpack.

1 hour and eight suitcases later, Daphne was left to open the second to last bag she'd brought. She was starting to run out of space to put her clothes and accessories. Maybe when one of her fellow cabin-mates came in, she'd ask them if she could use a drawer of theirs.

As if reading her mind, the door to the cabin suddenly opened. Daphne turned her head a little to see who had entered. An older woman with dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail, looking to be in her mid-twenties, came in, catching sight of her instantly. She smiled warmly at Daphne and stepped towards her, "Hi, you must be Daphne Blake," she said cheerfully, holding out her hand for Daphne to shake.

Grinning back, Daphne shook her hand and said, "Yep, that's me."

"I'm Sarah Mitchell, your cabin leader. Your Grandfather said you'd be arriving today." Looking past the redhead's shoulders, Sarah went on, "and I see you've got yourself settled in."

"Almost," cut in Daphne, looking over at her suitcases, "Just have to unpack a little more…I'm afraid I'm running out of space," she added slightly sheepish. "I didn't know I took too much."

"Oh," Sarah said, her face thoughtful. At that moment, the door opened again and two more girls entered. This time, they appeared to be around Daphne's age. Sarah turned and her face brightened. "Well, I'm sure Tori and Candace will be kind enough to let you use some of their dressers." The two girls turned and looked over, giving Daphne a chance to inspect them. One of them had short blonde hair spiked up with a nose ring, causing Daphne to discreetly shudder. That must have hurt. The other girl had black hair, with thankfully no piercing other than her ears.

"Guys, this is Daphne Blake," Sarah introduced, "Daphne, this is Tori," she indicated the blonde, "and Candace." The black haired girl nodded in greeting, her face impassive.

"So you're Mr. Blake's niece," stated Tori in a tone Daphne couldn't decipher.

Forcing a smile, Daphne nodded and said, "Yep, it's nice to meet you two."

Candace smiled back at Daphne and said just as cheery, "Likewise." The smile on Daphne's face slowly faded. It sounded like this girl was mocking her or something.

Apparently, though, Sarah hadn't noticed and turned to look at Tori and Candace, asking brightly, "Do you mind if Daphne stores a bit of her stuff in your dressers. She packed a little too much. Anyway, I'll see you later Daphne. Why don't you just explore a little after you've finished unpacking." Tori and Candace each raised and eyebrow and looked past their counselor and Daphne to see eight empty suitcases strewed around.

"A little too much?" Tori muttered almost inaudibly to Candace and they both snickered. Daphne looked to her feet, blushing slightly. Sarah was already out of the door, so she didn't hear the comment.

"So Daphne," began Tori a little too cheerily, "A little late aren't you?"

"Yeah, camp began a few weeks ago," chimed in Candace.

"Oh," Daphne began, a little nervous, "Well, it was sort of a last minute plan-,"

"You had to leave Paris early, I believe it was, because you didn't want to go…where?...Sweden?" Candace interrupted.

"Finland?" Daphne answered softly.

Candace and Tori smirked at each other, beginning to walk away from Daphne to their beds. "Feel free to use any dressers you need, sweetie," Tori said in a strangely sugary sweet voice, flopping down on her bed.

"Yeah," said Candace, "I'm sure the rest of the girls won't mind you helping yourself."

Forcing a smile, Daphne said softly, "Thank you," she started to walk away, feeling slightly uncomfortable around them. There just wasn't something right. "I think for now I'll just explore the grounds a bit."

Walking out the door, she heard Candace call out in a fake harmonious voice, "Okay, hun…have fun!" Behind her back, the two girls exchanged sneers and snickered quietly, rolling their eyes. "Princess," Candace whispered, sending them both into another fit of laughter.

A/N- Sorry a lot didn't happen in this chapter. The next one will be much better with the big ol' reunion of Fred and Daphne. Please review and tell me how this was!

Thanks to:

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