After cleaning up the mess of ceramic, I poured myself another cup and headed up to my room to check if I had any babysitting jobs offer that I had no choice but to accept if I wanted to spend my summer on a cruise instead of here. And trust, I really wanted out of here.

I passed by Nate's open room and out of habit I stepped back to make sure he wasn't going anything, you know..illegal. What was he doing? Throwing things into a suitcase, why? No idea.

"What are you doing?" I asked, knowing I would probably regret it later.

"Coby Stars..Europe..tour..have to go!" Nate answered, continuing to back.

I smirked and leaned against the door frame, taking a quick sip of my coffee. It was going to be fun to get to burst his bubble.

"You do know that you leave for camp in like three days right?" I reminded him, watching as he froze in his tracks.

"You're kidding right?" he asked.

I let out a short laugh and shook my head, "Dead serious big brother," I said.

I turned on my heel and left to my room and opened up my laptop, hoping that I had at least one job today. I quickly made my way to my email. Nothing. No missed calls. Great. Just perfect. Thanks a lot Nate. Asshole for the day, for sure.

I sighed and leaned back in my desk chair, thinking of what I could do for the money. I had about three day to come up with over two hundred and some dollars. How hard could that be? Who am I kidding, odds of me getting hit by a car are so much higher.

Oh well, I guess it wasn't meant to happen. I got up and made my way to my bathroom.

--

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed my robe and put it on before wrapping my soaking wet hair up in a towel. Then it happened. My bathroom door bust open and in came Nate and Trevor, taking my arms and dragging me over to my desk chair, despite my protests to let me go. Then I felt the cold still of metal against my wrists , figuring that was why Trevor was behind me.

I was now practically exposed and handcuffed to my desk chair. This day couldn't get any better. Or worse for that matter.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Nate?!" I exclaimed, trying to break out of my restraints and not flash my brothers perverted friends.

"She's never going to agree to this Nate," Trevor said.

I rolled by eyes and shot them all glares, "What are you idiots doing?" I asked darkly.

"Mom and Dad think you're going on that cruise with Sierra and that I'm going to Camp Rock, right?" Nate asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, because we are,"

"No. I'm going to follow Coby Stars on their European tour and you're going to camp,"

There is was. I could no longer contain laughter, he had gone off the deep end for half baked plans. This was ridiculous. "What are you talking about?"

"Go to Camp Rock and be me,"

"...Are you insane?! I can't be you. I'm a girl with you know, girl parts," I reminded.

This was probably the most stupid thing he'd ever done. More than the time he tried to launch bottle rockets..in the house.

"Mitchie this is the only time I've ever asked you for something," Nate said.

"Nate, you asked me for fifty dollars yesterday," I brought up, "And don't forget that you stole two hundred dollars from me you little prick. Just wait until mom and dad find out, you're so did. And this little scene right here, totally going to get you grounded for a month," I threatened.

Next thing I know, Nate is on his knees in front of me. Five seconds away from begging mode.

"Please, please, please Mitch! I have to go, I've never missed a show. Please! I'm begging you," Nate whined.

I felt two hands on my shoulders and looked up to see Skulls and Trevor, both shaking their heads at Nate as he continued to beg.

"Tough break man. Once in a life time chance and he's gonna miss it," Trevor said.

I bit my lip, trying to block out Skulls saying something about Nate going into a deep depression. Nate had never 'begged' for anything. He would simply just do it. But he wouldn't be able to do this on his own.

"Fine," I mumbled, causing Nate to perk up.

"You're the greatest sister in the world," Nate said, motioning for the guys to uncuff me from my damn chair.

"Shut up Nate, this is going to be hard. How am I supposed to go to some camp and be you?" I asked.

Obviously he hadn't thought this out well enough.

"Oh. I've got that taken care of," Nate whispered, taking the towel off of my head and running his hand through my damp hair.

"Not only is that creepy, but it's not gonna happen," I stated.

"Dammit!"

--

We exited my car and headed into the strange salon, wondering what Nate had in plan. Whatever it was it couldn't be good. It was never, ever good. We entered the small place, the smell of hair care products and nineties music surrounding us. Great.

I stood by the door as Nate went up to the front desk and I'm pretty a person with blue hair just walked by me.

"Come on Mitch, time to be Nate-a-fied," Nate said, dragging me over to a chair and placing his head right above my shoulder.

So scary how much we looked alike when my hair was pulled back. All I was missing was the curly hair and the stubble. Which wasn't going to happen by the way.

"Nate! I haven't seen you since Trevor wanted a mo hawk," Jason said.

Okay, two things. Jason White only has this job because he's good at it and uses it to pick up chicks. But the only girls that come in here are middle aged women who talk too much about nineteen-eighties gossip. And two, Trevor wimped out when it came to getting the sides shaved.

"Hey Jase," Nate and I chorused as he put his hands then grabbed a smock and snapped it behind my neck securely.

I'm scared.

"What will it be. A dye job, a trim. Cutting of these split ends?" Jason asked.

"I do not have split-"

"Jase, I need you to make my sister into me," Nate cut me off.

"Nate...that requires surgery that I'm not allowed to do," Jason said, a bit skeptical.

"No, you idiot. Just make Mitchie look like me, so she can take my place at Camp Rock," Nate fixed.

"Coby Stars?" Jason mused.

"Oh yeah,"

--

Forty five minutes and an 'I have to put socks where?' later..

"This is so freaky," I mumbled, standing next to Nate as we both stared in the mirror.

"This is so awesome, it's going to work perfectly," Nate said.

"I'll admit you've got one half of the job done. Now all you have left to do is get your ass to Europe and how are we supposed to tell mom and dad about the cruise being a no go?" I asked.

Nate waved it off, fluffing the fake curls on the dead thing on my head, "I'm Nate, don't even worry about it,"

I really hate it when he says that.


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