Title: CAMP
Author: Psycho Chloe
Rating: PG-13 I think...

Disclaimer: I don't own Yulia or Lena, as seperate people or as t.A.T.u. This story is based off of personal experience, so don't steal it, cuz then I'll be forced to kick your ass. I don't think anyone would wan't to copy my strange camp experience anyway...Oh yeah, and Natalya Fyodorovna Simonova is property of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios and the creators of James Bond, 007 Goldeneye. Same with Ruki Vverk and their song 'Ne Boysya, ya s toboy'.

As for Melissa Ethridge...eh....let's all just pretend Yulia listens to her, ok? You never know, maybe she acctually does! Well, I don't know many lesbian musicians, and I wasn't about to say she listened to tatu, ok, I'm not stupid. But...gah, I'm just gonna stop typing...on with the story...

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CHAPTER ONE:

Yulia smiled as her airplane landed in Moscow Sheremetyevo International Airport. She smiled as she looked out her window at the familiar Moscow sky-line. 'Home sweet home.' She thought to herself. This week was going to hevean! One whole week of nothing but music. Away from her parents, her friends, her problems, her life. One week in Moscow State Conservatory, studying piano all day long with people just like her. So a week isn't very long, but it was everything to her. She needed to get away and clear her mind. It was too much stress for a 14 year old to handle. She was positive if she didn't get out of her house soon, she'd lose it.

Yulia sighed and ran her fingers through her blonde hair as the plane touched the ground. She quickley shoved her CD player and CD case into her bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she prepared to leave the plane. The flight had been reletively empty, so the two seats next to her were empty the entire time. By the end of the flight, a flight attendant had asked her to move up to an empty first class seat where one of the attendants would take her to the person meeting her to take her to the school. She had no choice, she was flying as an unacompanied minor, plus, who would turn down a free chance in first class?

From there thing's were reletively easy. The flight attendant escorted Yulia out of the plane to meet the person who was driving her to the school. It eneded up they needed to pick up another kid for the camp while they were still there. A boy about 2 years older than her named Dimitri from Kiev. They didn't talk to each other, and stayed in silence all the way to the University.

Once they had arrived on campus, they were brought to sign in, picked up a camp t-shirt, room card, and lunch card, and then she was escorted by two other girl campers, Dimitri went with two boys, to her room so she could drop off her stuff. The two girls were nice, but nothing like Yulia, so she kept quiet like she usually did around people she didn't know. Her roomate hadn't arrived yet, giving Yulia time to be alone in her new room and take in her surroundings. The room wasn't what she had expected. She had never been in a dorm room before, but she thought they'd be nicer than this. It was a reletivley small room, with two old matresses on what looked like a very loose metal frame. 'Something you'd find in prison', she thought to herself. At the head of each bed was a small pillow, a folded sheet, and a folded quilt. She was glad it was summer, otherwise she was sure she would freeze to death with what they gave her.

At the head of the bed, on the opposite side of the room there were two desks with nothing on them and a large window with curtains hanging that looked like rejects from the local Motel 6. At the foot of the beds, against the wall to the door, where she was standing, were two large, floor to ceiling cabinets that opened to a closet to the front and a smaller cabinet on the right. One per camper, she guessed. Inside both smaller cabinets were mirrors; small, rusted at the edges, not very clean, but mirrors none the less. All in all it was no 5 star hotel, as she thought it would be, but she could deal for a week.

With a heavy sigh, she dropped her suitcase on her matress and unzipped the top, pulling out her boots which crushed the rest of her clothes during the trip. She dropped them on the floor next to her and turned back to her suitcase. Picking it up, she brought it over to the closet and dropped it inside. She went back to her backpack, which, to her, held more important items. From it she removed her CD player, headphones and CD case, three items she could never live without. Plugging her headphones into her CD player, she turned the volume up all the way and fell into her silent little world for a few minutes. Since the begining of the summer she had become more and more interested in Melissa Ethridge's music, much to her mother's dismay. Her mom wasn't too keen about gay people. Yulia had many times thought she was a hypocrite, saying she had no problems with homosexuality in public, but going off on tantrums, screaming and yelling and destroying things in sheer anger in the privacy of her own home. It was like this everytime Yulia played Melissa Ethridge out-loud in her room. Her mom wouldn't ask her to turn it off, no, she would go off on a rage and hope by the end the music would have stopped. This is what Yulia needed to escape from the most.

With a deep breath, Yulia sat up on her bed, contemplating what to do while she waited to go to lunch with the rest of the group. She hopped off the edge of the bed to her feet and began pulling items out of her backpack. Her notepad, her journal, a pen, her Bethoveen song book, some blank sheet music, her cell phone, and her make-up. Deciding she needed to freshen up, she reached into the closet and into her bag and pulled out a new t-shirt. She tore off the one she had on before and she slipped the new one on, suddenly feeling like a new person. She reached over and took her black eyeliner pencil, turning back to the mirror and scrubbing the edges with her fingers in an effort to rid them of the rust that was collecting there.

Satisfied with what she had cleaned, she looked at her reflection in the clean center and quickly applied a thick layer of black around her eyes. Another thing her mother hated, but Yulia loved. She thought it accentuated her eyes well and made her look dark and mysterious, how she liked it. Yulia smiled at herself, now happier with what she was looking at, and grabbed her camp t-shirt, tucking it into the back pocket of her over-sized baggy jeans so that it hung out, trailing down the back of her leg to the middle of her calf, grabbed her room card, and slipped out the door. She walked down the empty corridoor to the lobby, where she could hear loud chattering from the lounge across the way. She discreetley peered in and saw some people she recognized from the check in and let herself in.

"Hey! It's the other Ruki Vverk fan!" Called out one of the boys. Yulia looked in his direction and found he was staring at her. Confused she looked down and remembered she was wearing ehr 'Ruki Vverk' shirt. She smiled and sat down next to him, looking for the other person who was wearing their shirt. Across the table from her was a young man, with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes, wearing the other 'Ruki Vverk' shirt. He smiled and waved to her. Sheepishly she smiled back, trying not to direct any more attention to herself.

"So you like them?" He asked. Yulia looked at him confused. He chuckled and pointed to her shirt. Yulia blushed and nodded, realising how dumb she must look.

"Yeah, they're awesome." She replied.

"What's your favorite song of theirs?" He questioned. Yulia paused to think.

"Eh...Ne Boysya, ya s toboy." She answered. He nodded with a smile and turned back to the game the group was playing among themselves. Yulia sunk into her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. 'I can't wait until we acctually start going to classes...' she thought to herself, impatiently tapping her foot on the ground as she counted the minutes that passed.