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New York, 2015

Fang frowned at his daughter who was currently occupied by her cell phone. She was always occupied by her cell phone these days. He sighed, time had passed quickly and now he was stuck in this mundane daily cycle.

"Chloe," he called out from the kitchen. He set his briefcase onto the marble counter.

She didn't hear him, but flicked her long black hair over her shoulder. Headphones, of course.

"Chloe," he called louder.

She turned and yanked out a headphone. "Hmm?"

"Where's your aunt?" he asked, peeking into the fridge for something edible.

"She's still at work," she answered, wrapping her headphones around her phone now.

At least she had enough sense to have a conversation with him without one eye on him and the other on her screen, he thought to himself.

"Know what time she'll be home?" He asked.

Chloe shrugged. "Could not remember for the life of me."

"Takeout?" Fang asked. He yanked his tie loose and settled onto the couch next to his daughter, who immediately rested her head against his arm when he rested it along the back of the couch.

Chloe grinned. "Pizza?"

Fang smiled back. "Of course. Extra mushrooms?"

She nodded, "Of course!"

Fang's expression turned soft. "Just like your mom."

Chloe smiled softly at the mention of her mom. Her dad didn't talk about her much, but she loved when he'd mention something she would do that reminded him of her.

They ordered and settled back against the couch waiting for the delivery.

"Hey dad?" Chloe asked.

"Hmm?" He asked slightly distracted. He was thinking about Max.

"Do you remember that small dingy apartment we had when I was a kid? The one in Brooklyn?" She asked, smiling faintly.

Fang laughed a little. "Yeah I do. Great place wasn't it?"

"It kind of smelt funny," she laughed but nodded. "But yeah, I kinda miss it."

"Same," he agreed, kissing her temple.

*.*.*.*.*

Arizona, 2015

"Oh no! No! No!" Zoe's uncle, Iggy, called out from their seats at the players. "What are you doing?"

Zoe laughed, zipping her large soda happily watching the game while her uncle stuffed chicken nuggets into his mouth.

It was their weekly baseball game and while the Arizona Diamondbacks weren't doing as well as her Uncle Iggy would like them to, she enjoyed every game since the age of three.

Plus, she wanted to make the most of it because, in a month, she would be attending a summer camp for two months. Character building, her mom had called it.

"So Zo," Iggy began sitting back to concentrate on his favourite niece, "Are you excited for camp?"

Zoe shrugged—Iggy could help but be reminded of Fang every time she did so—and munched on her hotdog before answering. "I guess. Mom said it would be good."

Iggy nudged her with his shoulder and gave her a grin. "And I guess it wouldn't hurt for you to be a little more social."

Zoe rolled her eyes. She wasn't bothered by the comment; her mom and her uncle were social and outgoing, but she was happy to be the quiet reflective one. Sometimes she joked that she was the only one in their family who had a steady head on her shoulders, but most times she was just glad to be compared to her dad—a man she never met, but hope one day she would.

"Like dad, right?" She asked.

Iggy smiled and nodded. "Exactly like him."

He braced himself for more questions about the man but Zoe for once, was happy to sit back and watch the rest of the game. Iggy took some time to think about eighteen years ago, when he and Max were living in New York trying to make it big—her, a big hotshot editor, and he a musician.

He chuckled to himself thinking about the days when he and his band managed to score some underground gig once a month.

He watched Zoe from the corner of his eye; although she initially appears to be her mom's replica, it was only her eyes and hair as the main resemblance. She had Fang's face, from the pointed nose and high angular cheekbones. His thoughts then wondered to her twin sister, what she was doing and what she looked like now.

He made a mental note to look Fang up later and perhaps visit one day.

*.*.*.*.*

New York

"Chloe," Fang began, watching his daughter mindlessly click through the endless number of television shows. How can she possibly not find something to watch with so many channels?

He shared a look with Nudge; his long-time friend who had stuck around and helped him raise Chloe. He didn't know what he would have done if she hadn't.

Kids, Fang snorted to himself.

"Yeah, dad?" She called back, not bothering to look away from the TV.

"Don't you think you could do something more productive with your summer?" He asked grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl. "You can't possibly watch TV for three months."

Chloe smirked to herself. "Is that a challenge? Because I think I could."

Nudge laughed to herself; Chloe had a mouth on her, and sometimes her dad could be at a loss with what to do with her.

Fang rolled his eyes and wiped the apple on his shirt. "Seriously Chloe."

She sighed and spun herself around to face her dad. He immediately threw an apple to her when she raised her hand. "What do you have me do?"

Fang shrugged. "Get a job?"

Chloe laughed loudly and threw her head back. "You're funny dad."

"I wasn't joking," he muttered to himself, biting into the apple.

Nudge cackled from the kitchen. "Chloe, working? She's a smart girl, who works hard, but barely lifts a finger. She doesn't even do her chores!"

Chloe stuck her tongue out at her aunt. Nudge returned it.

Fang walked over to his daughter, who moved to take a seat by the dining table. He slapped a glossy brochure in front of her.

She froze, apple halfway to her gaping mouth. "Camp Eden? What am I? Twelve?"

"It's a camp for twelve to sixteen year old girls. You make friends and do fun things," Fang explained.

"Camp?" Chloe asked again, scrunching up her nose. "Do you see me sleeping in a tent in the middle of the woods? The closest thing to the woods I've been to is Central Park! Where would I plug my hairdryer?"

Fang rolled his eyes and made a face at Nudge, who grinned and shrugged. "You sleep in cabins, and there is electricity."

Chloe picked up the brochure and unfolded it, reading aloud. "Camp Eden is a camp for twelve to sixteen year old girls—"

She stopped and gave her dad a look. "Did you memorise this or something?"

Fang shrugged and she kept reading.

"—situated in Golden, Colorado—" She stopped herself.

"Colorado, huh?" Chloe asked thoughtfully. "I've never been there."

"It's beautiful," Nudge piped up. "It might be good to get in touch with nature."

Fang snorted. "Says the fashion editor who would die without her straightener."

Nudge smacked his arm. "I'm trying to help you."

"—including: rock climbing, various sports, vertical obstacle courses, abseiling—"

Chloe put down the brochure. "I guess it would be alright. And it is better than getting a job. Fine, I'll go. Get 'in touch with nature'."

Fang smiled and kissed the top of her head. "That's my girl."

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