The Parent Trap. HSM style.

A/N: Hi, it's Samantha. I decided to write this for my sister. She doesn't know I'm doing it yet though. I'd like some feedback on this first part, you know, so I can make the rest better. Ever seen the Parent Trap with Lindsey Lohan? Yeah, it's kind of like that. And, no, I'm not neglecting my other stories. So, enjoy. Oh, and it's not a songfic. There's just a song in the beginning, because there is one in the movie, and I like that song.

L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore can

Troy Bolton signed his name on the certificate, and looked over at his lovely bride, Gabriella Montez. They had taken a romantic whim, and gotten married that night. They walked hand in hand out to the ballroom, and started dancing to the ridiculously old song, that was still just perfect for the night, while fireworks lit up in the sky, just like the first time they kissed. Everything was just right.

Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please don't break it
Love was made for me and you

After they finished dancing, they sat down to eat their dinner. Everyone knows that you shouldn't eat and then dance, so they danced and then ate. A picture was snapped of them, declaring the date and "Bon Voyage". They were on a boat (and a fancy one at that). Did I forget that part?

L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore can

11 Years and Nine Months Later

Camp Walden for Girls. Southern Maine. Vanessa Montez was a long way from her home in New Mexico. And to make matters worse, she couldn't find her duffle bag. Oh, wait, there it was.

"Great! I've found my duffel!" She went to reach for it, but six more duffels were dumped on top of it. "Now, the only problem is…how do I get it out?"

Vanessa was wearing overalls, a baseball cap that says Girls Rule, sunglasses, and a sweat-shirt tied around her waist. Her ears were pierced, her dirty blonde hair was short, she had bright red high tops and metallic blue nail polish.

"Okay! I can do this!" She pulled with all her might to get her bag out from under all the others, but to no avail. "Okay, no I can't."

A skinny girl walked up to Vanessa, carrying her own duffel bag.

"You must be new," she said.

Vanessa sighed. "How can you tell?"

"You didn't know to grab your duffel before the apes dropped it into the heap," said the girl. "I would say you need some serious help."

"Thanks," Vanessa said. "It's the big yellow one." They both tried to tug it out, but couldn't. Another girl, wearing a tie-dye shirt, came by and picked up her duffel from inside the heap and started walking away with it. "Whoa! Now that's my kind of woman!"

"Hey, tie-dye girl!!" The girl turned around.

"Yeah?"

"Could you help me with my duffel? It's the big yellow one buried way in there."

"Oh, no problem!" She dropped her own duffel and easily pulled Vanessa's out. "Hey, you're from New Mexico?" Vanessa sighed.

"Yeah, so?" she asked.

"I don't know. There's nothing that cool about New Mexico. California would be something."

"Okay, whatever," Vanessa said. "What bunk are you guys in?"

"Arapahoe," both girls said at the same time.

At that moment, Marva Jr. called out, "Montez, Vanessa!" Vanessa turned around to address Marva Jr. "Arapahoe!"

"Yes!" all three young girls exclaimed. The other two girls introduced themselves as Zoe (the first girl) and Nicole (the second one). As they walked to the Arapahoe bunk, they saw a limo pull up.

"Whoa, sweet ride," Vanessa remarked. "I wonder who's in there. So, either of you by any chance know how to play poker?" Nicole and Zoe shook their heads no. "That's a shame. So, how much cash do you have with you?"

The limo drove around and parked in front of the main building of the camp. A very posh looking Ryan Evans got out of the limo, and helped a young girl out of the car as well. She looked exactly like Vanessa in everyway, except for she was much more posh looking. For one, she was wearing s dress and nice shoes. Her long hair was pulled back with a headband, and she was holding onto a little dog.

"Ashley, put Boi back in his box," Ryan said. "You can't keep him here." His accent was that of an imported Brit (one that hadn't lived there all his life).

"I know," Ashley sighed. Her accent was real, but you couldn't tell the difference between hers and Ryan's. She put Boi back in his pink box, and turned back around.

"Well, here we are," Ryan said. "Camp Walden for girls. Good gracious. We came all the way from London for this?"

"It's rather picturesque, don't you think?" Ashley asked. She picked up a small piece of luggage from inside the limo, while Ryan got out her four matching pink suitcases.

"Okay, now we'll have to read over this list of things your father wanted packed," Ryan said. Ashley sighed. Her father was too over protective. "Vitamins?"

"Check."

"Minerals?"

"Check."

"List of daily intake of fruits and vegetables?"

"Check. Check." Ryan turned his head, confused. "Check for fruits, check for vegetables. Go on." Ryan laughed.

"Herbal teas, sugarless candy, sun block, lip balm, insect repellent, umbrella, stationary, stamps, fountain pen, flashlight, batteries, and photos of your father and of course...Yours truly!" he finished with a flourish.

"Got it all, I think," Ashley said.

"Oh, and here's a little something from Chad, a brand new deck of cards. Maybe you'll find someone on this continent who can actually whip your tush at poker," Ryan said, accenting the "h" in whip.

"I doubt it but thanks. And thanks for bringing me, Ryan," Ashley said. Ryan looked sad, and as though he didn't want to leave her here in this undignified place. "I'll be fine." Ryan still looks unconvinced.

"Hey, if you change your mind and want me to pick you up at the end of camp, remember, I'm only a phone call away."

"It's just eight weeks," Ashley assured him. "I'll be fine."

"I'm missing you already," Ryan said, holding out his hand for their secret handshake, which they performed right there and people stared, but they didn't care.

"Goodbye, Ry," Ashley said, as Ryan got back into the limo and drove away. Ashley then turned her attention to the more pressing problems. She couldn't possibly bring all this luggage to her bunk alone. She would need some help. She saw an official looking woman come by and hailed her. "Excuse me?"

"Ah," Marva Jr. said. "You must by Ashley Bolton, from London."

"Yes, that's correct," Ashley said. "Could you give me a little help with my bags please? I seem to be having some trouble…"

"Uh, sure," Marva Jr. said. Ashley picked up her one small bag, leaving Marva Jr. to carry the other four, which she did, all the way to the Navajo hut, where Ashley would be staying. Marva Jr. entertained her by talking her ear off all the way over, much to Ashley's annoyance. She was glad to be rid of her when she reached her bunk.

Later that night, it was dinnertime, and all Marva Sr. could think about was getting a whole bunch of those delicious strawberries. Vanessa, with Nicole and Zoe on one side, was the first to be asked if she wanted some.

"No, thanks, I'm allergic," Vanessa said, before hurrying off to sit with her bunkmates.

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear," Marva Sr. said. She turned to her other side, where, by luck, Ashley was standing. Now, with both of the girls in their camp uniforms, they looked more alike than ever. "How about some strawberries, dear?"

"Oh, sorry, wish I could, but I'm allergic," Ashley said. She hurried off to sit with some friends she'd made in the Navajo hut.

"Oh, of course," Marva Sr. said. "Oh, yes, allergic, you just told me that. How'd you get over there? Oh, well, first day of camp... You'll have to excuse the ol' girl. At least I'm not Putting salt in the sugar shakers yet. I mean, sugar in the salt shakers." She looked around her, to see that both girls had disappeared. "Now, where'd she go?"

A/N: Yes, I know that's only like the first ten minutes of the movie, but I wanted to get this out. I'll write the rest and get it up asap, because, as a college student during finals, I have nothing else to do (ha).

Thanks for reading it though, and your reviews are much, much, much appreciated!!

Samantha.

Oh, and wondering what's with the Ryan thing? Go on and worry. Or laugh. Because, hands down, Lucas Grabeel plus a British accent would just make him better than he already is. Did I forget to mention he was wearing a hat through that entire scene?

And, I don't own HSM or the Parent Trap, or Lindsey Lohan, or Camp Walden or the song, or anything else. And that pertains to all future chapters of this story, because I don't feel like writing it every time.