Chapter Twelve;

"Janie!" Angela called out again as she climbed the stairs to the isolation bunk her daughter and Maura had inhabited for the last few weeks of the camp season. She rapped on the door before opening it and even before entering the bunk she called out again to her daughter, "Are you decent, Janie?"

"Oh Ma, give it a rest, come on in." Jane called back to her mother and saw Maura's expression change to mild horror as she witnessed the scene unfolding before her.

"Your father's gone to collect your brother, Jane..." Angela stepped into the bunk and looked around before her focus stopped on Maura standing there awkwardly, "Oh, you didn't tell me you were sharing your bunk this summer, Janie...I haven't seen you at camp before . I'm Angela Rizzoli, Jane's mother." Angela smiled to Maura before moving over to the respectable young woman who stood there watching from beside her bed.

"Yeah Ma, I think she knows who you are..." Jane stepped in before Maura introduced herself to Angela.

"I'm Maura, this is my first summer here. I usually spend my summer's in Europe." Maura told Angela, "I go to boarding school there, in Paris."

"Boardin' school?" Angela looked over Maura and noticed now she was wearing a designer outfit, softly she nodded, "And you ended up in this bunk with my Janie? What did she do to get you into trouble, kid?" Jane was standing behind her mother now, she had been packing a backpack before she looked to Maura and started shaking her head frantically, to try and stop Maura from telling her mother.

Maura saw Jane and tilted her head a little before she looked to Angela, "Jane stood up for me, in the bunk we were assigned to when we arrived." the blonde nodded a little, it wasn't a lie but she hadn't told the full truth either. Obviously, being around Jane had improved this for her.

Angela turned around, "Jane! You stuck up for her? What were the girls saying about her?" she asked her daughter and smiled a little before looking to Maura, "I'll be they were just jealous that you get to spend your time in Paris while they're stuck in a classroom in Boston." Angela nodded and winked a little to Maura, "Anyway, Maura who's coming to collect you from camp?"

Maura sighed a little, she bit her lip, "I don't know..."

"You don't know?" Angela asked her, "Well, you are getting collected, right?"

"I'm not sure."

"We can stick around, I'm sure. If nobody comes to collect you, you're coming home with us for this evening. Do you live in Boston?"

"I live in West Roxbury." Maura smiled shyly.

"West Roxbury?" Jane raised her brows, "How much money do you have?"

"Janie!" Angela chirped in and sighed a little, "Well, Maura did anybody say they would come to collect you in letters that have been written to you?"

"My parents go on their vacation around now, I'm not sure if my father will be able to collect me. Or, it'll be the maid..." she replied, her eyes looking at the floor as she shuffled her feet, espadrilles scuffing along the floor, "You would be fine with bringing me home with you?"

"Of course, you're Jane's friend and we want to know all about the famous Maura. I just didn't realise Jane had been sharing the bunk with you." Angela chortled a little, "I'll need to tell your father, Jane, that Maura may be coming back with us."

"Of course, Ma..." Jane nodded and began packing her backpack again until Angela left the bunk. It was then Jane looked over to Maura and walked towards her, "You'll be okay with coming home with us, won't you? I mean, now that we...it won't make it awkward to talk to my parents will it?" Jane questioned her more-than-friend.

"I don't know, Jane. I'm not very good with social interaction."

"Look, it'll be fine, Maura..." Jane smiled to the blonde reassuringly.

"I'm sure it will, I'm just nervous."

"Well, there's nothing to be nervous about Maura, it's just me...and my family." Jane smiled a little to the blonde standing across from her. Jane rolled her eyes as she heard her mother shouting at someone outside before someone burst into the bunk and looked at the two girls standing together.

"Maura come on, we're leaving." the man said snippily to the young blonde.

"What?" she tilted her head, blinking rapidly.

"We're leaving. Get your things." he looked to her swiftly, avoiding looking at Jane, "Now please." he demanded when he saw Maura was just standing there, frozen to the spot next to Jane.

"Aren't you going on vacation, dad?" Maura finally asked as she watched her father packing up her things and rolling up her blankets.

"Maura, I don't have time for this, we have to leave in the next twenty minutes, say goodbye to your friend because we need to be leaving here immediately. Your mother is waiting in the car."

The moment she heard her father say they had to leave immediately, Maura turned to Jane, sideways and furrowed her brows. She didn't want to leave her new friend, even if her mother was slightly crazy and shouted at people, or interfered in things that didn't need attention. Wait, Jane's mother had shouted at someone, had it been her father? The blonde looked to her father and nodded, "I'll be in the bathroom." she announced gently and glanced to Jane before walking away to compose herself in there.

"Just make it quick, Maura." her father told her, calling after her.

Jane followed her and sighed, as she entered the bathroom she looked to Maura and gave her a questioning glance, "Maura, talk to me. What's wrong?"

Maura however, could not look at Jane now, "I saw the way my father looked at you, Jane. And how your mother shouted at my parents while they were outside." she took a deep breath before she let it all out in a drawn out, heavy sigh, "My parents don't like your family." she told the brunette.

"What? Maura, that's just ridiculous! Your parents don't even know my family!"

"But the thing is, they probably do Jane." just now Maura was able to look up at Jane and she looked at her through sympathetic eyes, "Though, I'm not saying I don't like your family. I like you Jane. You're my first real friend, you've been there for me this summer when I needed someone to stand up for me." Maura smiled before she then softly continued, "You were my first kiss..." she blushed and smiled, looking down bashfully to her feet.

"Among other first things..." Jane smiled as she watched Maura being adorable.

"Yes, among other things." Maura repeated and smiled up at Jane. She suddenly got a serious expression across her face as she looked to Jane, "You will write, won't you?" she asked her friend, "Obviously, I'll have to write first, to let you know I'm back in Paris, but you will reply?"

"Of course I will, Maura!" Jane chuckled, moving closer to the blonde, "You have my address...I would never want to lose contact with you." she smiled, taking in Maura's face for what could have been the last time for another year, "I'd miss you too much..." she leaned in and softly touched her lips to Maura's.

It was at that unfortunate moment that Maura's father decided to burst open the bathroom door, to find his daughter kissing another girl. He stood there and watched as Maura jumped back from Jane, lowered her head and turned almost every shade under the red family. He glared at Jane before he looked to Maura, "We're leaving. Now!" he told her, "Get in the car, Maura." he watched as she scuttled past him, her head lowered.

Jane watched after Maura, frowning as she saw the blonde hurrying to get out of the bunk and into the car, away from the situation that could possibly unfold for Jane and her father. That situation never came. Jane looked up at him and saw that he wasn't angry, but he wasn't pleased either. He just stared Jane down before leaving, grabbing at Maura's last things before leaving the bunk, leaving Jane behind.