The Parent Trap {Claven / Princess Mechanic}

Trouble comes in Double

Two horses, black and white galloped through the vineyards that afternoon. Raven was racing after Mila and the two were throwing joking threats to each other about who will win. They reached a dusty pathway and then slowed their horses to a trot.

"So, you excited about our camping trip?" Raven asked her daughter, looking over at her once they came to a complete stop over the cliff.

"What camping trip?" Mila asked confused - obviously her twin failed to mention that part.

"What camping trip? The one we go on every summer before you go back to school." Raven answered her with a look that wondered if she was kidding.

"Oh, that camping trip. Yeah, sure... I can't wait." Mila answered with a smile as if she remembered. She made a note to herself to berate her sister for not telling her.

Looking at the beautiful view, Raven cleared her throat. "So, Sofi, what do you think of Finn?" she asked expectantly.

"As what, Mamí? Your publicist? Your friend? Your..." she was cut off by her mother.

"No, just - what do you think of him?" she asked, "As a person?"

"Oh he's...uh, cute, nice hair, good teeth. He can spell the word YOU - I don't know." she shrugged. "Honestly Mamí, the man's a complete stranger to me. Why do you want my opinion anyway?" she asked as if she already didn't know. The way Raven and Finn acted around each other they were both headed to much bigger things than being just...friends.

"Well I'll tell you why, Sofi. Because believe it or not..."

"Race you back to the ranch, Mamí!"

"Sofi I'm trying to tell you something!"

Raven watched as her daughter galloped away at full speed. She silently cursed and tried to gallop after her but she was already far ahead.

Mila could not believe that her assumption was correct and that the two were getting married. She hastily jumped off her horse and ran back to the house. Bursting in through the French doors, she paced back and forth starting a monologue; something her mother does too when upset.

"I'm in so over my head here. I can't handle this alone. I just can't. I'm only one kid." Mila started ranting her throwing her arms up and down in panic mode, dropping her accent completely. Camila suddenly looked around from the corduroy arm chair she was sitting on.

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class there Sof?" she asked a bit sternly.

Mila jumped up in surprise and clutched her bosom, "Auntie Mila," she said out of breath, "You gave me a fright!"

"I gave you 'a fright'?" her aunt echoed standing up and folding her newspaper.

"I mean you scared me. I didn't know you were like, like in here." Mila tried to explain as she backed away from the intense look Camila was giving her.

"You sure there's nothing you want to talk to me about? Like maybe why Stitch never comes near you anymore or why your appetite's suddenly changed or why all of a sudden you're neat as a pin and using expressions like, 'You gave me a fright'." Camila started to inquire the girl as she walked around Mila and crossed her arms.

"Aunt Camila.. I changed a lot over the summer that's all." Mila tried to cover herself, moving away from her.

"Ok, if I didn't know any better I'd say it's almost as if you were," Camila stopped herself in time and then shook her head, "Forget it - it's impossible," she said and started to walk away.

"Almost as if I were who, Aunt Camila?" Mila asked.

"Nobody, nobody. Forget that I mentioned it." Camila said with an assuring smile.