Nothing more. Nothing less.

I stumbled through the front door and through myself on the sofa.

"Mitchie? Is that you?" Caitlyn called from her bedroom. She appeared in the doorway trying to guess how it went.

"You didn't get it? Don't worry Mitch. They have ma---" I cut her off.

"No, No. I got it." Confusion crossed her face. "Why are you sad then? You got a job!"

"I start tomorrow." I started then pulling out a big folder, which I decided I was going to decorate later. "Interview, 12:00. Then photo shoot at 4:15. Lucky they're both in here. Then the next day we go down south for another interview."

"Lots of travelling huh?"

"Yeah..." I trailed off. Caitlyn was flicking through the folder then she stood up.

"YOU WORK FOR CONNECT THREE!" I jumped at her loud screaming.

"Okay, First OWW! And second, No just Nate."

"Then why does it have schedules for Jason and Shane as well." I snatched the folder off of her and gasped.

"No way. No FREAKING way." I screamed.

BANGBANGBANG

The guy who lives in the apartment underneath us, hates us. He's always complained about us being loud.

"Sorry, Mr. Hanlope." Caitlyn and I said together rolling our eyes.

"I have to work for stupid Shane." I whined.

"He can't be that bad."

I looked at her raising my eyebrows then mocked Shane. "You there, Petty Girl. Get me and coke. With 5 ice cubes. Nothing more. Nothing less."

Caitlyn was in laughing her head of at my impression and I soon joined in. After our giggles were gone, I headed to bed.

Tomorrow was going to be a long day. As soon as my eyes closed, I drifted of into a deep sleep.

--x--

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. It was a dull day. It wasn't raining. But I wasn't sunny. I got up and looked a the clock. 9:15.

"HOLY CRAP!" I was 15 minutes late for my first day on the job. I was running around getting ready. I didn't even no what to wear. After I was finished getting ready my room was a tip. 9.30.

I ran across to the living room, jumping over variety of things, Including Caitlyn.

"Late?" she asked smirking.

"It's not even funny!" I grabbed my boots and pulled them on.

"See ya." I grabbed my bag and ran out the door.

Caitlyn POV

She'll be back in 5....4....3...2....1

Mitchie burst through the door and saw me holding up the folder, laughing.

"Shut. UP!" she yelled before exiting. Good Luck Mitchie.

--x--

Nate POV

"I thought you said she was perfect for the job. She's 45 minutes late, Nate. Nice choice." Shane said with his arms crossed.

We were sitting in the Hotel Lobby waiting for Mitchie to show up. Jason was sitting playing with a tassel on his jacket and Shane was huffing and puffing, getting fed up.

"She'll be here." I mumbled.

Shane raised his eyebrows at me "Sure...."

Mitchie POV

I pulled up in the hotel car park and jogged into the hotel.

"Sorry I'm late." I said out of breath.

"Good." Shane muttered quietly.

I blinked at him then stuck out my hand trying to be nice."Mitchie Torres."

He stood up and ignored my hand. "I'm Shane. I'm sure you already know that."

"Of course. It's nice to meet you." I said smiling still trying to be nice.

"Actually, It's not so nice." My face dropped. "You see, I have things to do, which you should know about. And we've been waiting for you for like 45 minutes. So cut the act cause we have places to be."

That's it. "Excuse me?"

"What?" he asked.

"Well, you're kind of being a jerk." Nate and Jason looked at me as if that was a bad move to make.

"And you are?" he said, I getting more and more angry, but I didn't care cause he was being SUCH a jerk.

"A Person and there's a way to talk to a person and that's not it."

He looked defeated. Well someone had to put him in his place.

"Whatever." he mumbled as he sat back down and sunk in his chair.

I turned away and looked at Jason, who was gob smacked.

"Mitchie Torres." I said sticking out my had, which he accepted unlike someone...

"Jason." I nodded and smiled at him.

"So first we have an interview which is at 12.00 but we need to head down there now for hair and make-up." I told them as I flicked through my folder.

"Okay then." Nate said clapping his hands together. "Let's go."

We walked out towards a long black limo, which I was excited about. But hid it.

"Ah, Mitchie. Nice to see you again!" I remembered the guy from the interview, which was their Manager.

It was a quiet and awkward ride to the set. They were going to be interviewed on a new show called So...? When we got there, the boys piled in to hair and make-up while I sat and set dates in phone for what we had to do and where.

"Oi, You. PA girl." I looked up to see Shane getting his hair straightened. He was calling me over. I got up and walked over to him. "Mitchie."

He shrugged. "Okay, Whatever. Get me a can of coke." No please?

"Ahem?"

"What?" he asked. I stood there with my hand on my hips waiting and waiting.

"...Please." He managed to say. "Much better."

I walked over and picked up a coke. When I was walking back to Shane my phone started to ring, I looked at it. Caitlyn.

Hey Caitlyn.

Mitchie! How's it going?

Crap, Shane is such an ass.

Bad move. Shane was behind me.

"An ass?"

I turned around. What do I do.

"Pfft No. Shane isn't an ass. God!" I said to Caitlyn and hung up.

"People these days." I started to Fake smile at him but he wasn't falling for it.

"Coke?" I said passing it to him.

"Sure.." He grabbed it and shook it a bit. He then opened it making it spray all over me.

It was his turn to be fake. "Oh Mickey. I'm so sorry."

"Mitchie." I told him again. He gave me the coke.

"Can you get me another one, This one's a bit empty."

I bit my tongue and walked away to get another coke.

Okay, He may be hot. But damn is a freaking ass hole.

--x--

A/N: Uh-oh. Shane and Mitchie don't like each other. Awwww haha. I have a lot more up my sleeve. REVIEW PLEASEEEEE.

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp rock or Any of the characters. I don't own parts of the scene where Shane and Mitchie first meet.

I own the idea though.

19 days to Xmas :):):)

- Charlotte x