A/N: Here's the full description, it was a too long for the summary box.

The adults were away from two weeks, leaving the kids to enter into a friendly "spending" competition. Far too many expensive purchases in such a small time leads to a potential breach in the Cullen's cover, and a lot of maxed out credit cards. Carlisle makes the decision to cut off from the kids from the family's money, and forces them to learn the value of a dollar. Now the kids have to get real jobs. With tons of life experience and no work experience, who's going to hire them?

Rosalie POV:

"My one rule is that you stay inconspicuous," Carlisle lectured for what felt like the hundredth time.

I felt like I could repeat his speech by heart. "It's not about the money, it's the principle of the matter," he repeated as if one cue.

I sighed. Esme and Carlisle had spent two weeks away at Isle Esme, leaving me and the others to fend for ourselves. With so much free time and so little parental guidance, we had gotten into a spending competition of sorts. No one could pin point who exactly was at fault for this. In fact, the winner of the competition had to be determined by an intense match of rock, paper, scissors.

I admired the new ring Emmett had bought me as Carlisle finished his speech for what was hopefully the last time.

I looked up after he seemed like he was done, confused as the others around me protested against whatever Carlisle had said. What? Was Carlisle going to make us return all the stuff? It wouldn't be the worst end result.

"You can't be serious," I heard Jasper say. Carlisle stood with his arms folded across his chest, a smug look on his face.

"What is it?" I asked Emmett, hoping my absent-mindedness went unnoticed amongst the flurry of reactions.

"He's making us get jobs," Jasper sneered.

My glance quickly moved to Esme, desperation in my eyes. "Jobs," I repeated, the word sounding foreign on my tongue.

None of us had ever had jobs before. Besides Carlisle's position at the hospital and Esme's interior decorating business. Even that was more of a hobby. Esme shrugged, as if to say that this was out of her hands.

"He's bluffing right," asked Emmett, looking towards Alice and Edward who were both deep in thought.

"No, he means it," Edward finally replied.

Alice nodded in agreement.

"How are we supposed to get jobs when we have all this life experience but we're supposed to only be 17?" I asked.

"You're smart. Figure it out," Carlisle said simply.

Alice POV:

We ended up needing to purchase a storage unit to fit the rest of our "spending spree" items in. As of now, I think we had created a mostly accurate list of things we had bought.

Rosalie had gotten another BMW, because she claimed her first one needed a friend.

Emmet bought a taxidermized grizzly bear, and a few different engagement and wedding rings for Rosalie so that when it came time for them to get married again he was "prepared".

I had bought out most of Nordstrom, Neiman Marcus and Express. Although my purchases were arguably the least harmful, because they benefited everyone. I had even made sure to pick up a few new pairs of shoes for Carlisle whilst I was spending.

Edward had purchased a grand piano, dipped in gold to match the carpet in his bedroom.

Jasper had gotten into a bidding war on Ebay over an old war relic. We gave him the common courtesy of not asking how much he spent, and in return he explained that whoever sold him the item would live a very rich life, however old they were.

A few minutes later we were all gathered on the couch, working on putting together resumes that said we were hirable, despite no actual experience.

"What did you put for your summary?" Emmett asked, leaning over my shoulder.

"You can't copy off my summary," I laughed, quickly covering my laptop screen with my hands.

"Yeah, no cheating," Jasper scolded, while not-so-sneakily glancing at what I had written.

"How does this sound," Emmett began. "Desperate, 100-year-old vampire seeks job with great pay, few hour-"

"Wait what's that?" Asked Rosalie, moving to get a better look at Emmett's resume. "Did you include a shirtless picture of yourself?"

'I mean babe, c'mon. How else am I going to get hired?" He asked, gesturing towards his frame.

Rosalie rolled her eyes and went back to working on her resume.

Edward cleared his through to bring attention back to his side of the room. "For education, I included both my medical degrees, obviously. I also put that my skills include 'dazzling' people... maybe I can re-work that into something customer service related. And I can't include that..." he mumbled to himself as he deleted his position in "law enforcement" which was really the short period of time that he decided he could be justified in murdering the "bad" people. He quickly seemed to lose the confidence he had in his resume upon reading it out loud, and went back to editing.

"How are you supposed to have all those degrees when you're only a junior in high school?" Rosalie asked.

"Know-it-all," Edward said, sticking his tongue out at her.

I finished off my resume, hitting "save" before anyone else could disturb me. Now where could I apply? My resume only contained a few lies… it claimed I worked the past year in retail. Which if shopping isn't working in retail, then I don't know what is.

I would focus on applying to stores I liked to shop at. It couldn't be that hard. All we had to do was get interviews, we could charm our way through the rest of it. I made a plan with everyone else that we would make copies of our resumes and refuse to leave the mall tomorrow until all of us had been hired.