A/N: this is a Christmas fic! It's gonna be short since I want it to last only during the Christmas season. Just a couple of chapters. Tell me what you think! Like it? Don't like it?

"O my god! You have got to be kidding me!" Mitchie Torres yelled. Her parents just announced that they will be spending their Christmas and New Years at Lake Tahoe.

"Yes, we want to spend Christmas with our old friends from college. Remember, we told you this last month. Why haven't you packed? We're leaving tonight." Her mom, Connie said. Mitchie fell back on her bed and screamed.

"Mom! Come on! I rather spend Christmas break with grandma in the Hampton's! Please don't make me go to…Nevada!" Mitchie begged. "I want to stay in New York!" Connie shook her head no. Mitchie turned to her father. "Dad!"

"Mitchie, Nevada is a beautiful place. Not just a city where you can gamble off your money. Plus, that's in Las Vegas. Lake Tahoe is just like New York. Snow and ice covered everywhere. Everything is so beautiful. And our friends have a house right next to the lake." Her father, Richard said.

"Psh, just a lake? We have a house next to an ocean." Mitchie said, rolling her eyes. "I don't want to spend my Christmas break with a bunch of low life losers who couldn't make it to the big time."

"Miciella!" Connie yelled. Mitchie folded her arms, practically daring her mother. She knew when her parents called her 'Miciella' that means she's in deep trouble. Mitchie didn't care though. She knows what she said and will stick to it.

"What?" Mitchie said with an eyebrow raised. Connie couldn't take it anymore.

"That's it! You are going and that's final!" Mitchie screamed again. "I suggest you start packing missy."

"This ruins everything!" Mitchie yelled. She put her eye covers back down and pulled her blanket over her body and continued sleeping, wishing that what just happened was a nightmare.

Mitchie woke up a couple of hours later, sadly realizing that it wasn't just a nightmare. It was reality. She forced herself to start packing. If I'm going to Nevada, I have to show these people what New York is like. she thought.

Mitchie stepped into one of her walk-in closets and looked around for her suitcases. She grabbed her brown and black Coach cases and started filling them with clothes. Mitchie swear that she could cry because she really hated this. One day in Nevada is enough but fourteen?! God! Does the world hate me or something?!

Mitchie filled her seven suitcases filled with clothes, accessories, and toiletries. Mitchie frowned and picked her iPhone up. She called her butlers to carry the suitcases downstairs to the car.

Mitchie returned back to her other walk-in closet to get an outfit. She turned on the light and searched for something heavy but cute. It was going to get cold. She grabbed a faux fur coat with Marc Jacobs shirt under and True Religions jeans. Mitchie put her thin gold necklace on with small pear earrings. She placed a bunch of ruby and white-gold bracelets on her. Mitchie put her white Uggs on with black pompoms.

She looked at herself in the 360 mirror. "Perfect." she whispered. Mitchie applied lip gloss and a little eyeliner then walked outside to her living room. She ignored her parents, who were talking on the phone with their friends.

"Yes, we are extremely excited to see you! We'll be there tonight at 10:00 pm...well 10:00 here and 6:00 there." Connie laughed. "O, I miss you too Denise. Tell Paul I said hi! O and Richard wants to talk to you."

Richard took the phone. "Hey Denise! We can't wait to see you! I can hear your boys in the back round." Richard said.

"O, sorry Richard. Jason! Shane! Nate! Quiet down!" Denise yelled while covering the phone. "Sorry about that. How about your daughter? How is she? Miciella right?"

"Yes, she's absolutely excited to come and visit you guys." Richard lied. Mitchie rolled her eyes.

"Just the way my boys are excited to see you three." Denise said. Jason, Shane, and Nate rolled their eyes too.

"Well, we'll just meet each other at the airport. See you soon!" Richard said. The two said their goodbyes and hung up.

Denise looked at her sons. "Now I know you don't want the Torres's here but-" she started.

"We don't only want them here but we're begging not to have them here. Mom, please, I'm on my knees!" Shane said, getting on his knees. "I don't want some spoiled brat living with us for fourteen days straight. Mom, seriously! You understand me, right?"

"Shane, Miciella isn't a spoiled brat. She…um…just gets what she wants. The Torres' are very rich. It would be normal if Miciella is like that. Plus she's close to your age. Sixteen years old. The four of you will make good friends."

"Mom, I don't make friends with teenagers. I'm twenty-one." Jason said.

"I don't want to another female friend. Alex will get pretty jealous." Nate said. He looked at Shane. "Maybe Shane could finally get a girlfriend though." Jason and Nate snickered. Shane glared at them.

"I don't fall for girls three years younger than me, especially if she's a spoiled brat." he snapped.

"Boys! Stop talking about girls!" Denise said. "You're all giving me gray hair!"

"Sorry." the three of them said in unison. Denise sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"Remember boys, behave. Her parents will be staying in the guest room while Miciella will be staying in Nate's room."

"What?! That's unfair!" Nate whined. "Why?! And where am I supposed to sleep?!"

"You're room is the only one with the bathroom, besides ours and the guest room of course. You'll just stay in Jason's room for the next two weeks."

"What?!" Jason and Nate yelled at the same time.

"Boys, stop whining. What has been done has already been done. Now deal with it or else neither of you will be going to the Christmas party at the club." Denise said. The three of them were silent. "Good." Denise left the room.

"God, that Miciella girl is ruining Christmas break for us." Shane said. "She's probably an ugly chick who pours makeup on her face to make her feel beautiful."

"Probably." Jason said.

"Yeah." Nate said. His phone started ringing. "O, it's Alex." He got up and answered the phone in a different room. Jason's phone started ringing too.

"O…" Jason said with a smile. Probably one of the girls he's dating now. Shane thought. He thought that it was pretty pathetic how his older brother and his little brother both have girlfriends of their own, while he's single. Shane sighed. There's nothing wrong being single. He thought.

It was 4:00 eastern time. Mitchie trudged her way towards the limo. "I really don't wanna go to Lake Tahoe mom." She whined. Connie didn't pay attention to her. Mitchie crossed her arms angrily and sighed quickly. She hated when people weren't paying attention to her when she wanted them to. "Mom! Are you listening?!"

"Mitchie be quiet! I'm trying to fix our passports!" Connie yelled. "I swear, I'll be getting gray hair and shriveled up skin soon if you keep this up!" Mitchie looked at her mom weirdly.

"Ew much? Way too much information." Mitchie turned to her dad.

"Dad, what the heck are we going to do in Nevada?" Mitchie said as if it was the worst state ever.

"Well we'll be skiing, exploring, having lots of family time there. Unlike our last few Christmases where you just wandered of with some boy." Mitchie smiled sheepishly. "In this vacation, the only boys you can wander off is with the Grey boys." Mitchie looked at her parents confused.

"Who are the Grey boys?" she asked.

"You're kidding me right? They're the sons of Denise and Paul. You know, Jason, Shane, and Nate? Remember?" Connie said. Mitchie shook her head no. Connie shook her head in disappointment.

The Torres's got onto the plane and then flew to their trip to Nevada. "Goodbye my beautiful east coast. Where all the fashionistas are true ones instead of the knock off ones they sell in Beverly Hills. Goodbye New York, I'll miss you." she whispered, looking out the window.

"Relax Mitchie. We'll only be gone for two weeks. Nothing bad. Plus we're not even going to Beverly Hills. We're going to Lake Tahoe." Connie said.

"And that makes me feel better how?" Connie pretended she never heard that and Mitchie groaned. "Bye New York and hello Lake Tahoe."

Meanwhile, Nate and Shane were fixing Nate's room so it would be presentable for Mitchie. "God, you have a lot of crap in your room." Shane said. "We would need heavy equipment…like a blow torch or something."

"Funny, that's what Alex says." Nate said, smiling. Shane rolled his eyes.

"Can you stop talking about Alex?"

"It's not my fault I have a girlfriend and you don't." Nate smirked.

"You're lucky I haven't beaten you up yet."

"Like you could." Shane walked into Nate's bathroom and let out a low whistle.

"O my god, Nate. What the hell do you do in here?" Shane picked up a piece of blue glop off the floor. Shane looked around the walls and found fungus growing on them. "Wow. I'm surprised you even heard of the word 'cleaning.'"

"Shut up." Nate said, fixing his bed. He cleaned out all the magazines and food under it first though. Shane walked out of the bathroom and picked up one of Nate's magazines.

"You are so lucky Alex doesn't investigates your room." he laughed. Nate snatched it back.

"As if you don't have the same ones." he retorted. Shane was silent and walked back into the bathroom. "Yeah, I thought so."

Hours later, Shane and Nate finally cleaned the room so it was all nice and neat. Nate looked down at his carpet. "So that's what the color is." he said. Shane gave Nate a weird look. Nate walked out of his room with Shane following him.

"Okay boys, the Torres's will be here very soon. It's time for us to go get them at the airport!" Denise said.

"They're rich. They can get the limo service to pick them up." Shane said. Denise thumped his head. "Ouch!"

"Come on boys, let's go!" Jason, Shane, and Nate followed their parents slowly outside to their large nine passenger van. They only use that care when they're going on a trip or have guests with them.

Mitchie tapped her foot, impatiently. They can't even get here on time. She complained in her mind. Mitchie looked at her parent's direction, who were laughing, talking about their old memories with Denise and Paul. Mitchie groaned. I don't think I can survive fourteen days.

Then a white ugly van pulled up. Mitchie wished that the people in the van were kidnappers that were going to take her and hold her for hostage. Instead, came out a really cute boy. Mitchie raised her eyebrows. O. My. God. she thought.

"Shane! Is that you?! Or you look so handsome now!" Connie said, giving him a hug. Shane honestly didn't know who this lady was but he was assuming that she was Mrs. Torres. Hey, maybe they aren't that bad. He thought.

Denise came out of the car and gave Connie and Richard a hug. "My goodness! It's been too long!" she said. Paul quickly followed her and he hugged Connie and Richard too.

Nate and Jason came out of the car quickly. Connie gave them each a hug too. Then all their eyes were on Mitchie. She gave them a fake smile and waved her hand, awkwardly. Shane looked at her. Well she's not ugly…on the outside. He thought.

"Hi Miciella. Long time no see." Denise said, hugging her. Mitchie raised an eyebrow. She patted her back.

"Uh, yeah. Totally." she said.

"It's good to see you Miciella." Paul said. Can we stop with the Miciella?! Mitchie yelled in her mind.

"Thanks, I know. Uh, can you call me Mitchie?" she said, sort of rudely. Paul and Denise looked at her. Connie and Richard were mortified.

"Um, sure. Err, these are our boys, Nate, who's your age." Nate stuck his hand out. Mitchie sighed and shook it with dismay. Nate had the mutual feeling.

"Nice meeting you Mitchie." he said in a soft voice.

"Yeah, you too Nate." Mitchie said in an expressionless tone.

"This is Jason. He's five years older." Denise said. Jason also stuck his hand out. Mitchie shook it with the same expressionless feeling. Jason didn't say hi though, which didn't bother Mitchie at all. She didn't want to greet him either. "And this is Shane. He's nineteen." Mitchie and Shane looked at each other.

"Hi." Shane said with a bright smile and he shook Mitchie's hand. Mitchie just looked at him. She was zoning out. "I said hi." Mitchie snapped out of it.

"Hi." she said, weakly. Mitchie took her hand back, slowly and rubbed her arm. She would glance at Shane from time to time, but he wouldn't notice her wandering eyes.

The two families went into the car. Mitchie looked around, utterly disgusted. "O my god. What is this thing? It's definitely not a car." she said. Connie elbowed her. "What? I'm just telling the truth."

"I'm sorry." Connie said. Denise smiled.

"It's alright. We don't ever use this car unless we have visitors. You know, we have three boys so we need a big car." Denise explained.

"Then why don't you just get a limo. At least rent one." Mitchie said.

"We can't afford one." Mitchie bit her lip to stop her from laughing. Shane, Jason, and Nate glared at her. They stared at her with pure hate. Someone needs personality classes. Shane thought. These people need a life. Mitchie thought.

The car stopped and Mitchie looked out of the window to see a large cabin house. Mitchie raised an eyebrow. Wonder how they managed to afford that. she thought. Mitchie walked out of the car and put her hands on her hips. She stared at the house.

"What, is my house too cheap for you too?" Shane said. Mitchie fought the urge to say yes. She just ignored him and walked to the front door. "Where are you going? Don't you need to get your suitcases?" Mitchie stared at him, confused.

"Me? Get my suitcases? You're joking right?" Mitchie laughed. Wow you are a spoiled brat. Shane thought. He rolled his eyes and walked back to the car to get everyone's suitcases.

Once all of the Torres's belongings were placed inside of the house, Mitchie finally walked inside of the cabin. She looked around feeling like she was in a charity home. It was cozy and warm but she was used to the priceless furniture and big, cold empty spaces.

"Wow." she said sarcastically, folding her arms. Shane rolled his eyes again.

"Well you will be staying at our guest room." Paul said to Connie and Richard. The two smiled. "And you will be staying in Nate's room." he said to Mitchie.

"O fun, fun, fun." Mitchie said sarcastically. Nate took Mitchie to his room while Shane and Jason were carrying all seven suitcases of hers. Compared to Mitchie's room, this was extremely small. She looked around, dying to be back at New York. "O my god, do you really expect me to sleep here?" she said.

"It's either that or the couch. Your choice." Nate said. Mitchie sighed.

"God!" she groaned. "This is so unfair! I don't even want to be here!"

"Don't worry, we don't want you here either." Shane said. He and Jason dropped her bags on the floor.

"Hey! Do you know how much those suitcases are?! More than your lives put together!" Mitchie ran to her suitcases and checked if there were any scratches. Nate, Shane, and Jason looked at her weirdly and left the room. Mitchie sighed. This is the worst Christmas vacation ever. She and Shane thought at the same time.