Knock, knock.

"Mitchie. Open the window..Mitchie,"

I rolled over in my bed, it was too early to get up.

"Mitchie," Knock, knock, "Mitchie, get your fat ass up!"

I opened my eyes. That wasn't coming from my door.

"Mitchie!"

I looked over at my window and so no one else but my brother. I got up and went over to the window, opening it for him, not allowing him to get in yet. Making Nate Torres stand on a tree limb at six in the morning isn't totally cruel if you think about it like I do.

"Where were you? Mom was worried so much and guess who had to stay up with her last night. Yeah, me," I said.

"I had to go to Jersey last night, it was important," Nate answered.

I rolled my eyes, his ideas of important were far from it. If I was right, he'd gone to a Coby Stars concert or something.

"Where'd they play?" I asked.

"Some club on the corner of fourth and Brooking," Nate replied, trying to get past me into my room.

"Fourth and Brookings?" I asked aloud, "In New Jersey! You went to New Jersey!" I exclaimed.

Nate clapped a hand over my mouth, getting into my room. "Shut up, you'll wake up the parentals," he warned.

I pulled away his hand and glared at him, "How did you get to New Jersey?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Skulls, Trevor, and I hopped a train, we were there in no time," he answered, going through my closet and looking for his clothes.

This happens often, hence the stash of his clothes in my closet. He's obsessed with a band called Coby Stars, totally lame name. Totally great music. Nate's never missed a show, since they're a local New York band and all.

"Wait..how'd you get a train ticket if you don't have any money," I inquired.

Nate turned around to face me, rubbing the back of his neck, "About that..I grabbed some from the box under your bed, but I promise to pay you back,"

"Nate! How the hell are you going to pay me back?! You don't even have a job,"

"Mitchie..I'm me," he said, stripping out of his clothes and putting on the new ones, "I pretty much can make anything happen. You want Jonas tickets? I'll get you Jonas tickets. You want to meet them, I'll whip that up too. You want to marry Joe? You got it," he said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes, "You're an asshole," I declared, getting the box from under my bed and counting up the cash, "Nate, there's a hundred and fifty dollars missing,"

Nate bit his lip, "Yeah, Trevor and Skulls owe you some money too and we needed some for a motel. I need to pitch in money too,"

"Yeah! My money, the one that I work hard for, you're not the one that's been trying not the kill the Johnson's kids all year. This money was for my cruise Nate," I said, slamming the box shut, reminding myself to find a new spot for it.

I groaned, now I was over two hundred dollars short. Goodbye tropical cruise, you were so close, yet so far.

"You're paying me interest for this." I said.

Nate rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say. Hey, is there food? I'm starving, a sandwich? I'd love one," and with that he bolted out of my room.

"You're the worst brother on the face of the planet!" I yelled after him, knowing he wasn't listening.

Someone should really do me favor and kill me. Seeing as there was no use in going back to bed, I decided to get dressed. I walked over to the wide open closet, courtesy of Nate. He could be..he is so careless sometimes. It's kind of annoys me having to be the responsible one of the two. But hey, his ass would have been grass by now if it wasn't for me. I, being the idiot pushover that I am, have bailed him out of pretty much anything.

Pulling on a Coby Stars tee and black jeans, I deemed myself done. Hey, I'm a fan too. I'm just not crazy. Lead singer though, Travis Larzen, sex I tell you. Sex. He's pretty much the hottest human being ever. I should stop before I begin to fan girl.

I grabbed a hat and stuffed my hair in. Looking in the mirror, I wrinkled my nose. I looked like Nate, well obviously because we're twins but...ughh. I walked out of my room, deciding to get the mail because well, I'm the only one who does anything around here. Before leaving, I locked my door. I couldn't afford to lose anymore money if I was still going on that cruise with my best friend.

I raced down the stairs and outside to the mail box. I shuffled through the pile of letters. Bill, bill, Nate's Camp Rock letter. I remember this, the parental units decided Nate needed to do something productive with his summer. I opened the letter, hey, who's gonna notice anyways. Nate leaves in a week, he's so not going to be happy about that.

"Hey Nate," someone greeted.

I didn't even bother to look back, I recognized the voice as Nate's obnoxious friend Skulls. What ever happened to regular nicknames?

"Nate is inside, bonehead," I replied.

"The name is Skulls," he retorted.

I rolled my eyes, "Same diff, besides. Your really name is Bernard, who cares,"

I find it incredible how these jerks just walk into my house. He pushed past me and bolted up the stairs. I walked into the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee. Thank carbs for automatic coffee makers. I reached for a cup, cursing for being so short.

"They're what?!" Nate yelled.

I stumbled on my toes pulling a cup down with me, only having it break. Well this can only be bad.

-walks in and waves- So...who missed me? :D I know, I've been gone for a long time and I apologize. But I'm back and ready to update. So it's like..four in the morning. I literally wrote this in less than an hour. So, I fail. Anyways, I would love it if you gave me a warm welcome back..with reviews :D