Here is my new fic! Its a parent trap type thing. Naley style! Review Please

Exclaimer: Dont own anything!

Chapter 1: Camp Walden

The bus passes an archway that has the words 'Camp Walden' imprinted upon them. She sticks her head out the window, and takes in a big breath of the warm, summer air. The bus stopped, and kids filed off. She had taken the furthest back seat on the bus, it was a status symbol to them. She finally got off, said goodbye to Dave, one of the counselors and her bus driver, and scanned the crowd for Amber and Stacy. They had all met at their first summer there, when they were seven. The camp ranged in ages from seven to twelve. They were twelve. And next year they would most likely go to the camp a few miles down the road, that would take them until they were 17. Then they would become counselors. She noticed girls pointing at her, whispering things. She figured it was either because of her father, or the legend she had made herself at this camp. She held the record for pranks, she was reigning poker champ, one of the best basketball players, won 3 out of 4 of the Talent Show competitions, and was usually threatened to be thrown out of the camp a few times a day. The counselors loved her though, she knew every worker in the joint, and they all thought she was awesome. Well, except Mary, the assistant camp head, she hated her guts.

She spotted Amber and Stacy sitting over by a tree, completely ignoring whatever Mary was currently shouting into her microphone. She laughed to herself when she saw Stacy scare off some little girl that was trying to act tough.

"Hey ladies." She said, sitting down next to them.

"Don't 'hey' us Miss. I-forgot-to-call-too-many-times-to-count." Amber said, giving her famous attitude.

"Ignore her. Her dad went ballistic when he found out the cell phone bill she had racked up." Stacy informed her.

"Oh, did he confiscate it?" She asked.

Amber gave her a weird look.

"It means taken away, smart one." Stacy helped.

"Oh, yeah. It's gone 'till the end of summer. How am I supposed to call all my guys? I mean really!" She whined

"ALL? What does ALL mean?"

"Oh, I have like 5 guys back home thinking that they are my boyfriend. It's fun. Try it. I'm planning on giving the camp guys a look over too. So far I have a three city boyfriend span. But they come from all over here, so I am hoping to expand my list greatly while I am here." Amber had always been the biggest flirt.

They shook their heads at her. Somewhere in the background they heard Mary calling out cabin assignments.

"Hickory: Nicole Scott, Amber Johnson, Stacy Jergins, Heather Richardson, and Jessica Stover."

"WHAT! One: Why aren't we in Navajo? And two: Those girls are 1st years!" She called to Mary. She swore she would have broke up her and her girls if their parents hadn't called and pre-requested them to be together.

"I'm sorry Miss. Scott, but they may be 1st year campers, but they are your age, and there are WAY too many campers this year for us to try and accommodate to your likening. Now, since you three are the only girls that have been coming here every year, you can help get them acquainted and situated, please." She told them, as if she were happy that they weren't happy with the arrangment.

"NO WAY! That is a second year job! Where is Melinda?" Melinda was Nicole's favorite, she was head counselor, and was the only one that Mary had to listen to. Melinda loved Nicole, she had gotten her out of so much. She was the reason that she came year after year, well, actually Amber and Stacy really were, but she was up there on the list.

"I'm sorry Miss. Scott. Melinda is working the older kids camp this year. I am head this year. And it is no longer a second year job. It's the three of you's."

"I'm sorry. 'The three of you's?' Mary, there is only ONE of me. However, there are three of us." She said, indicated toward Amber and Stacy, who were standing in their normal stance, with Nicole in front, Stacy behind her and to the left, Amber behind her and to the right.

"Don't be a smart Alec, Nicole. I gave you your assignment, and you will do it. Along with the rest of your 5th year jobs."

"Whatever, biotch." She mumbled, turning to walk toward her cabin, and then ignoring Mary's "What was that?"

"Great! Just Great! Mary: Head counselor? Well, it was nice seeing you ladies for like five minutes, but we are sure to get kicked out now. Every year she tries to get us kicked out. I mean she talks about forgiveness, but she is still holding a damn grudge about that whole: putting your pudding in her shampoo bottle thing. BIG DEAL! That was when we were 7 and besides, we could've gotten her worse than that!" Stacy shouted, following Amber and Nicole who were walking up the Hickory cabin steps, until they heard the Navajo assignments.

"NAVAJO: Hannah James, Kristen Copper, Jean Lanberg, Britney Baker, and Lauren Hopkins."

"ER! I hate Mary, she put 1st and 2nd years in OUR cabin! What the hell is up her butt!"

She stepped out of the car that had taken her from the airport to 'Camp Walden.' Part of her was annoyed: she was looking forward to spending the summer in her new house, in air conditioning, and helping her mom decorate the house. But a bigger part was excited: she was finally leaving, by herself, and doing normal, everyday girl-type things. She hadn't done that in years.

"Bye, Pimp Daddy!" She giggled to the man hugging her. Who cringed at the name she had given him.

"Bye, and try not to show-up everyone. Some people's ego can't take that."

"Right, kinda like you?" She asked causally.

"Right, like me. Wait, no!" He recovered.

"Yeah, yeah. Just tell my mother not to have a nervous breakdown, or go into full physcopathic mode while I am gone." She told him.

"Will do. Bye, my oh-so-favorite-niece."

"Bye, Uncle Luke. By the way, I am your ONLY niece so what you just said doesn't mean crap." She laughed.

"Right." He said, finally getting into the car.

She looked around, nervously. She saw a few people staring at her. She couldn't tell why, although it could be that she was the only one wearing jeans. She noted it was WAY too hot for jeans here, and that she should change immediately.

"Hannah James?" A girl called out to her. She couldn't tell from where though. "HANNAH JAMES!" She turned around fully to see a short blonde staring at her.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Hi, I was told to wait for you here. I'm Lauren Hopkins. We are in the same cabin. This is my second year here, but I am 12 too. Follow me." She told her, grabbing one of her bags, and walked toward a cabin. It read Navajo.

"How many years have most girls been here?" She asked, trying to keep up with the girl.

"Well, there are only three that have been here all 5 years that you can come, most one or two. Not many come year after year. But the 5 year girls, aren't girls you want to mess with. They win like every competition, and pull pranks and things on girls who try to get in their way."

"What, so like is everyone scared of them or something."

"I guess you could say that."

She spent the entire day with Lauren. She really liked her. She showed her around, explained most of the could and couldn'ts, even if she was sure to do both, and told her that if you went on the boy's side of the camp not during activities, you were sent home, no questions asked.