DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters of Camp Rock, the franchise or the idea for anything except this story.

*Rated T for some drug reference and usage

The story as follows is always in Mitchie's POV unless specifically stated otherwise

Introduction:


'Here's to working life.' I laughed, clinking glasses with Caitlyn, Ella and Peggy. I stretched out, feeling the grass tickling my bare thighs as I lay flat on my back, savouring the pungency of the Coke. If only, if only. If only I were 5 years older that would be wine.

'Mitch, strictly speaking, we'll probably only be earning about 10 dollars an hour.' Peggy smiled wanly. 'And that's charges for possible diaper changing, cleaning, and taking care of little boogers from the ages of 2-11.'

'Maybe.' I shrugged. 'But think about it, you guys. At this rate we'll have enough money to buy a car for all four of us to share when we get back to school. We can pool our money and take turns driving and plus, there's so many desperate parents in this neighbourhood just looking for a way to get some alone time.' I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively. 'Plus, Caitlyn, those ads were gold. We'll have offers flooding in in no time-' I was cut off by my phone blasting the Cuppycake song at full volume. I smiled at them. 'What did I tell you? The first of many.' Pressing the speaker button, I motioned to them to be quiet and put on my 'official' accent. 'Hello, Mitchie Torres speaking.'

'Oh, good, I have the right number.' A sunny laugh filled the air. 'Hello, my name is Denise Gray...I'm sorry to bother you at such short notice, but you came recommended to me by a friend, Mrs Lisa Applebaum?' Oh yeah, Mrs Applebaum. I babysitted her holy terror Madison from time to time. 'She gave you the highest of ratings, and my husband and I have something coming up tomorrow evening. My sons are out as well, so I was wondering if you could possibly take care of my Frankie? He's 8, going on 9...I guarantee he won't be too much trouble.'

'Oh, yeah, sure, no problem.' I smiled as the girls began to chatter excitedly. Hello, Hummer. 'Around what time?'

'7 to 11, if that would be alright.' Her voice was pretty gentle. I had a good feeling about this one. 'The payment will range from 100 to 200 dollars an hour...if you require we'll up that, but-' Shocked, Caitlyn, Ella and Peggy trailed out, their faces white.

'Oh, no no...that'll be fine thank you, Mrs Gray.' I said, hopefully not sounding too eager.

She rattled out her address. 'My son Shane should be home a little early...please feel free to leave if he does turn up on time.'

'Of course, Mrs Gray. Thanks so much.'

'No, thank you, Mitchie.' She said. 'Bye bye, now.'

I heard the dialling tone, and then screeches.

'$100 SMACKAROOS AN HOUR?' Caitlyn danced up and down. 'ARE YOU KIDDING?'

'Nope.' I grinned. 'Purple Hummer, here we come.'