Okay, so here's the first chapter to the new story I promise to put up! Let me know if you think it sounds good or not…This is completely un-beta read so there are probably mistakes here and there…Lol

This is not based off of the Camp Rock story, just the characters.

Disclaimer: I own only the plot.


Prologue

It was a large house they lived in. Just a mansion of sorts on the wealthy street. It was one of the most admired in the neighborhood, and almost everyone knew exactly which mansion was "the Gray residence".

Even Caitlyn Gellar knew. It was a couple streets away but she had heard stories about the boys who lived there. Different people had different stories-the gossipers said the three brothers in Connect three were snobbish and arrogant, hardly tolerable at all. But those who weren't quite as blunt with their gossiping said they were all gentlemen, and well brought up young men.

Caitlyn Gellar didn't care. She didn't care that three celebrities lived mere streets away. She didn't care if they were arrogant or gentlemen. She didn't care that they were good looking. She didn't care that they owned a gorgeous mansion. Nor did she care that they were home for once.

Turning up the music, Caitlyn tapped her toes to the beat a moment before walking off to pick up a few stray magazines. Her parents were traveling all over the world currently, and her older brother was married with a child on the way-living a few states away.

She had the house to herself indefinitely.

On whim, Caitlyn reached into her pocket and pulled out the address that was written in neat handwriting. Just before her parents were leaving, her mother had decided to find her daughter a job. House cleaning.

She shrugged absent mindedly. Cleaning didn't bother her, really. Not that she was a neat freak, but she liked to see the results of her work and it was always nice to make something look better.

That afternoon she was appointed to start. It wasn't exciting or dreading. She didn't care. The one thing she did, however, hope was that she wouldn't have to stay late. There was a movie she just rented and hoped to watch that night.

It was a surprise, that evening, when Caitlyn drove up and parked at the assigned house. Or rather, mansion. Apparently the Grays had several people to help clean their house, and look at that, she was one of them.

Glancing down at her apparel as she approached the front door, Caitlyn hoped they didn't mind what the help wore. Her skinny jeans were black, and she wore a casual blue tank top with a white vest. People always said she dressed up for everything, but really Cailtyn just always wore whatever she felt like. Usually, as today, it required her black and white converse.

The doorbell was a pleasant chime, and it was only a moment before Caitlyn was swept inside by some elderly looking woman. She was quickly given a brief tour of the house-what she didn't see, she was told where it was- and assigned some chores.

That's how Caitlyn Gellar came to be standing in the middle of the Gray residence (mansion!) in a slight moment of shock. Her directions had been given far too quickly, and she only hoped she wouldn't mess up.

So with her usual air of confidence, Caitlyn stood up straight, grabbed her cleaning supplies and started, well, cleaning of course! It didn't bother her that she had one of the considered lowest jobs possible-janitor-at all. Caitlyn was just reasonably thankful for a job, and very grateful for that music blasting upstairs.

Music? Upstairs? Blasting? Caitlyn smiled to herself. Whoever was listening to the loud music upstairs had really good taste. It was impossible for her not to sing quietly along to the music as she cleaned.

Chapter 1

Caitlyn got into the habit of cleaning after two weeks, and eventually somewhat enjoyed it. It was interesting to clean a strangers house-especially that of a celebrity family. There was always interesting stories to hear from the other help she occasionally crossed, and every now and then Caitlyn caught a glimpse of Mrs. Gray herself. One time, Frankie Gray had even come and wanted to help her clean one the front hall.

"What are you using?" Frankie asked, appearing out of no where. Caitlyn jumped, but turned to the little eight year old with a smile. He was sitting on the main staircase, watching her clean the hard wood floor by the front door. The front hall, again.

"Uh…this?" Caitlyn held up the bottle with a smile as she shrugged. The bottle was unlabeled, but that was what she had been told to use. It smelled nice though, and made the wood much shinier.

"Oh." Frankie was satisfied for a moment, "What do you clean after that?"

"As a matter of fact," Caitlyn chuckled, gesturing to him, "Where you are sitting right now."

He looked where he was sitting before looking at her doubtfully, "The stairs?"

Caitlyn nodded with mock solemness, "The stairs."

"People clean those?" he raised his eyebrows in question, never having heard of it before.

"Yes, people clean even those." Caitlyn chuckled, finishing up her job, "Well, think about it, little man," she walked over to him and tapped the stair's banister, "Think about all the feet and dirty shoes that must go up and down these stairs."

Frankie's face scrunched up, and Caitlyn laughed, "Ew!"

"This is why we clean stairs too." She informed him with a nod, "But you'll have to move first-and stay out of the way."

"Ok." Frankie sighed, standing up reluctantly, "Me and my family are going out for dinner anyways."

"Well, have fun." Caitlyn said cheerfully, knowing without a doubt that they'd be going somewhere nice. She was kind of glad they were all leaving-that why she wouldn't be in the way cleaning the main staircase. The evening plans would explain the unusual silence through out the house instead of her usual entertaining blasting music.

"Okay, we will." He waved before bouncing off. It wasn't long afterwards that Caitlyn faintly heard a car start outside and back out of the drive way. She smiled to herself, satisfied. There was only one other help working today-the cook.

Now she could do those stairs.

She had finished. Caitlyn smiled in satisfaction to herself as she sat at the top of the stairs looking and the beautiful work she had done. It was almost time to go home, and she was glad. It was late, and she was tired.

Standing up, she only stood a moment and listened to the silence of the huge house. It was quite peaceful. There wasn't a sound at all, and suddenly, Caitlyn was curious. As much as she'd cleaned in the house, there were parts she had never seen before.

No one was there tonight except her and the cook, so…

Caitlyn glanced down the stairs before walking slowly, almost tiptoeing down the hall of the second story. She'd never been sent up here to clean before, so this was actually her first time up here.

She started with the room at the farthest end of the hall-at the front of the house- the door was wide open and she poked her head inside, not actually entering the room. It was a good sized room, with large windows on three of the walls. It was a quite unique room, protruding out of the second story with no rooms around it, making it capable of having windows on three walls.

This room easily called to her. It had beautiful hardwood floors, and was quite open, with a black grand piano, electric guitar in its stand, and a drum set on one side of the room. The other side of the room was empty. The dark sky could be seen outside of the window, the moonlight giving the unique room a peaceful glow.

The next room she came to was a large bedroom with a connecting bathroom. Caitlyn suspected that this was the guest room, since it looked quite empty and not lived in in the least.

The third room she came to, the door was leaning against the frame and Caitlyn had to hold her breath as she peaked through the crack to see inside. This bedroom, surprisingly not as large as the guest room, was definitely lived in.

Taking a deep breath, telling herself not to feel guilty, Caitlyn reached out and pushed the door open slightly more as she peered into the room. It was actually somewhat small and didn't look like it fit with the house.

The room seemed quite cluttered with a single bed, the head of the bed against the opposite wall of the entrance, a window just above the bed. There were two doors, and Caitlyn suspected a connected bathroom and a closet, but her mind was quickly distracted by the appearance of the room.

Clothes scattered the floor, showing it's occupant wasn't neat in the least. The walls were covered with posters, varying from older bands to more recent ones. There was a dresser on the left wall, just next to the closet door, and a nightstand on the other side of the bed, next to the bathroom.

Caitlyn was amused with the thought of one of the Connect 3 band members being such a slob. There was something, though, about the fact that made the room seem more homey. Random things on the floor and scattered throughout the room, a cluttered dresser, a couple of guitars leaning against the wall.

"Yes, that's my room." A voice said just behind her, making Caitlyn jump.

Oh, no.

Slowly turning around, trying to come up with an excuse, Caitlyn felt her face heat up at her obvious over curiosity. Hadn't Frankie said that all of the family was going out to dinner-there was no possible way they were back already!

Caitlyn's eyes met dark brown ones; the guy standing in front of her had his arms crossed over his chest with a small frown on his handsome face. She noticed that his hair was almost in his eyes, and he was a few inches taller than she.

Swallowing carefully, Caitlyn tried to think of a response.

"You're messy." She spoke the first words that came to mind, not realizing until too late that that might not be the best choice.

"Well, if you hadn't been a snooping fangirl-" he started, sounding irritated but interrupted himself, "How'd you get in here anyways?"

"I'm not a fangirl!" Caitlyn snapped indignantly, folding her own arms over her chest.

"Well, then what-"

"I work for your mom." She stated defiantly, "I have access to the house."

"No one told you to look in my room." Shane shot back, a single eyebrow raising, silently telling her to explain that one.

Oh, darn.

He had her there.

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