Woohoo! Greetings, fellow fanatics. Here goes another Naitlyn story. I just can't get enough of that pairing. This is gonna be the longest chapter I've written. Hope you'll read it! New story, new beginning. ;) Shizzle the Hizzle.

Summary: Caitlyn's love for producing brings her to the bustling streets of New York. But she won't be living the life she's been asking for. She'll be working as a nanny. What if she falls in love with her not-so-boss?

Oh, and by the way, this is loosely based from the movie, The Nanny Diaries. :)

Read, read, read!

I own Mrs. D, Lincoln and the snotty employee from McDonalds. I do not own Camp Rock. Serious.

December 7, 2008

10:24 a.m.

On the train to New York, babyyyy!

New York.

Unbelievable. I can't believe it! It's so not believable. Did I mention I can't believe it? Oh, yeah I did.

Even though I'm going to NY, I so totally hate my life. Why? Well, here it goes.

One, I lied to my mom saying I'd be studying to some music school to brush up on my producing skills. But, I'm really working as a nanny to some rich, snotty kid. I told her it was cheap but the tuition fee alone is $40, 000. I'm working so I could afford going to school.

Two, I'm already 18 and I don't have a car. I've been practically begging for them to give me a Mercedes Benz. Just kidding. I was only asking for a secondhand car. We're not that rich. Psh.

Three, I, Caitlyn Maria Rosabella Gellar have not found my one, true, love. Cheesy much? But, unfortunately it's true. What the heck?! It's like, all the forces of nature are against me. I've been believing in all those fairytale stuff and somehow, I don't have a prince Charming. Yet.

To top it all off, here I am sitting next to a big, fat, bald, snoring-like-a-pig man. Could my life get any worse?

"Excuse me, ma'am? May I please have your ticket?" I was awakened from my thoughts. Oh, right, the ticket.

I checked my purse (Yup, I call it that.), I checked my jacket pocket, I checked my pants pocket. Where the hell is it?

"Wait a minute, please. I can't seem to find it." I answered shyly. Yup, it couldn't get any worse.

"Of course." I could see that man is really getting annoyed.

Where is it? I tried checking under my chair and on the floor. No luck.

"Ma'am, if you can't hand your ticket to me within 2 minutes, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave this train on the next stop." Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Goodness gracious. Hah, I heard that form my mom. You see, her friends were always—Okay, stop. This is no time for flashbacks. Emergency situation here.

"Please, please, please. It's not fair. I can't find it! I swear I was holding it when I boarded the train. You can't do this to me! I need to be in New York! Not some other ass city! Please, I'm just 18!" I was shouting my lungs off and I swear I heard a kid laughing at me. Everybody had scared faces on. What have I done? Shit.

"Ma'am, those are the rules and—"

"Don't you tell me the goddamn rules! All my life I've been living with fucking rules! Can't there be rules just this time?!" I was steaming and I felt my heartbeat go louder. This is so not the Sunday morning I had imagined.

"Ma'am get off the train! You're scaring everybody!"

"But—"

"NOW!"

"Okay, okay! I'm leaving. No need to raise your voice." I mumbled some very mature words only for the adult ears. Seriously.

I'm off the train in some city I have no idea about and I don't know what to do. Great. Just great. As I've said, my life can get even worse.

Just then, I remembered I put the goddamn ticket in my shirt pocket. HELL. I spent my 10 minutes arguing with a miserable, unattractive, pimple-faced man only to have my ticket in my shirt pocket. HTF did that happen? Stop swearing, Caitlyn. Relax, relax—how the hell can I relax?

Now, now. How do I get to that rich home? Ah, taxi!

"TAAXXXIIII!" I screamed/shouted. What the? Why is no car stopping? Back home when you just whispered the word taxi, they'd come to you in a flash. Huh.

After an two hours of shouting for a taxi, I've walked a mile under the blazing sun, sweating like a pig. My feet are flooded with blisters, my legs feel like jelly, my two heavy luggages are dirty, my throat is dry, and my stomach is rumbling.

Still no taxi. How about I stop by for some McDonald's? Yup, great idea, Gellar.

When I entered the air-conditioned restaurant, I felt a sigh of relief. With the smell of burgers filling my senses, I hurried to the counter to order with my luggage trailing behind me.

"What can I get you, miss?" Snobby much? I know she's one of those girls who only care about looking great. I could tell.

"Oh, I want two quarter pounders with two large fries and a large Diet Coke." I was really really hungry and I was desperate for food.

"Diet Coke? Are you sure?" she said in her annoyingly southern accent.

"Why? What's wrong with Diet?" I asked questioningly.

"I dunno. It's just that with two quarter pounders, I'll never think you're on a diet." She smirked. Who the hell does she think she is? These people are unbelievable. Back home, you'd get arrested with that attitude.

"Just please give me the price so I could eat!" Really starving.

"Okay, okay," she raised her hand in defeat. "That's $8.99."

"'Kay." I handed her the money and went searched for a seat without walking. I spotted a seat across the door and placed my luggage to signify it was my seat.

The second the waitress place the food on my table, carefully I might add, I wolfed down the food. I munched down 5 fries at a time and took two bites of the burger with one humungous sip. When I took the time to calm down, I noticed there were people staring at me. Way to go, Cait. Now you've got all the people staring at you thinking they're next to a wolf-girl.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw three guys. One had super-curly hair and probably my age, the youngest of the three. He had amazingly brown eyes and laughing like there was no tomorrow, The second was probably a bit older than me with straightened, fly-away hair and had that mesmerizing eyes. The third was the oldest by far and had super-straight hair and had that infectious laugh.

I realized they were laughing at me. I quickly left the restaurant feeling embarrassed and red all over. Shitty day. Shit. Shit.

"TAAXXIII!" I shouted again and kept my hopes up. Then, a yellow cab passed close to the gutter near me, splashing dirty, yucky-smelling water all over my clothes. Uggh. I smell like crap.

I waited for a few minutes then a cab stopped in front of me. Thank God!

I put my luggage in the trunk and went inside the cherry-smelling cab.

"102 Dumbarton, please."

"Dumbarton? New York?" I could tell, again, that the taxi driver was kind.

"Yup."

"Okay. Buckle up."

After 30 minutes of sitting in the backseat, we finally reach glorious New York. Wooohooo!

I stared out my window and saw the massive buildings and bustling cars surrounding the streets.

Woah. I finally saw the large Coke can. Cool!

"We're here, dear."

I was awakened form my trance and realized that I'm really in New York.

"Oh, thanks!" I paid him the fare and took my luggage from the trunk.

Once I got e everything. I froze on the sidewalk. In front of me was a massive, elegant building surrounded with gold…stuff. Cool. So, this is we're I'll be nanny-ing. I headed for the elevator and pressed number 7 on the pad. Awesome. Gold elevator. What would my "masters" look like?

Once I got out, the elevator, I walked along the hallway and made my way to room 714. I ding-ed on the doorbell and was greeted with probably another nanny. Okay, there's two of us. I hope we'd be friends, though.

"Hey! You must be Caitlyn, the new nanny! I'm Mitchie! I'm actually new here too. I was just here last week." We're going to be friends. I could tell. Yup, I could.

"I'm Caitlyn! So could you…show me around?"

"Sure! Come with me to your room."

I followed her around the apartment and I swear this family has a love for scary-looking lions. They had like, 10 statues of gold lions scattered around the room. And those leopard-print rugs? Damn. I'd be having a hard time sleeping tonight. That's for sure.

"Hey, I never signed up for an animal-skin-print-loving family." I looked around some more and noticed everything had gold on them.

"Yeah. I had the same reaction as you when I arrived. It's like they bought all this from Africa or something."

"Creepy. Creepy."

When we reached my room, I placed all my clothes in the closet and carefully lifted my laptop out of its case.

"Cool! You have a laptop?" Mitchie looks very excited.

"Yeah. I produce some songs and I mix them around in my laptop."

"Awesome. I write songs and I sing. So can you probably make…music for my songs?" She's really nervous.

"Really? Of course!" I was excited. This is the first time I'd be producing music for a real person. Weird right?

"Oh, I remember our "master" left a note for you. It's by the kitchen island."

"Oh, okay." I was curious. I headed for the Kitchen and flipped open the ivory-colored card and read the elegant calligraphy.

Dear Nanny,

I hope you're all settled. I'd like to go along the rules first before I give you permission to start your job. You are the second nanny in this household and I expect the best from you. So, I've come up with a list of regulations for you to follow.

The master's bedroom, the guest room and the balcony are prohibited.

My youngest son, Lincoln, aged 7, should be fetched from school at exactly 2:45. On the DOT.

My eldest child, Nathan, will not be fetched for he walks home with his friends. Of course, he's 18 years old.

My husband will not be home at all times for he shall be in business meetings around the world. Expect me to be at home all the while.

You will do the cooking for the family and you will be the nanny to my children. Mitchie will do all the work around the house except for cooking.

Keep your room neat and your clothes should not be left lying around the house.

Our laundry should be separated from your dirty clothes at all times.

Your break hours are for 3-4—after you've fetched Lincoln from school.

Your food and other personal necessities should be separated in a different cabinet and labeled 'NANNY'.

You are not required to wear any uniforms but you are not allowed to wear short, skimpy skirts while working.

Nathan is very serious, I should say, so just leave him alone when he's in one of those phases.

Lincoln is only allowed to eat vegetables, fruits and tofu. He is not allowed to eat oily meat, chicken or fish. Except for sushi, of course. He will only be eating those foods with my permission.

Nathan can eat what he desires.

Never answer the phone.

Never knock or interrupt me when I am inside the master's bedroom.

I expect you to respect and obey my rules at all times. When you have violated three rules I have nothing to do except to expel you.

If you should have any problems in complying with the work and rules, it is best you should leave.

Thank you,

Mrs. D.

This is going to be a bumpy road, folks. Hold on tight. I could tell.

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So, did you like it? Give me suggestions for the title. It's a bit suckish. And, I'm holding auditions for a another snobby, rich girl. With blond hair, probably. Or...whatever you'd like. She should be 18 years old.

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