Okay, so this is totally fiction and I *sniff* don't own Camp Rock.

"Hello?" I said, picking up my phone.

"Liesel, its me. Nate."

A slow grin spread across my face. The Grey family (AKA Connect 3) had recently moved down the street from us. Me and Nate had hit it off pretty quickly and now I was living every girl's fantasy—dating Nate Grey.

"Hi Nate," I said. "What's up?"

"I got invited to some formal party for Friday night," he said. "Do you wanna go?"

"Do I want to?" I repeated. "No. But will I go with you anyways? Of course." See, I hate parties. Especially the kind that have words like 'formal', or 'exclusive', or 'elite' attached to the beginning. My mom (ex-actress Dorothy Reid) has dragged me to more than enough of them. But going with Nate would be different. It might even be… fun.

"I'll pick you up at seven," Nate said.

"How very classy of you," I teased. "How formal do I need to be?"

"Really formal," he sighed. "As in, I'll be wearing a suit."

Ugh. Really formal must be the two worst words in the human language. "So we can't wear our Converse?" I joked. It's an inside joke between the two of us that we have the same style.

"Nope."

"My mom'll have a field day getting me ready." She's always on me to be more glamorous, more girly, more proper, more exactly like her.

Nate laughed. "Hang on," he said. "There's another call coming." A few seconds later, he was back. "Liesel, this is really important. Its some guy from the record company. Not that you're not important, but if I blow him off, I'm pretty sure everyone else would personally see to my death."

"Then go," I said. "I'll see you Friday at seven."

"Love you."

"I love you too."

I ran down the spiral staircase that went from my tower bedroom to the main floor. "MOM!" I cried. "Mo-om!' I ran past my younger brother Tallon, who was lying on the overstuffed leather couch. "Tal, where's Mom?'

He shrugged. "I think somewhere with Scott and Ainsley." Scott and Ainsley are my older half-brother and half-sister (from my mom's first marriage). Scott's twenty-two and works as in intern at some sports broadcasting center. Ainsley's nineteen and goes to medical school at UCLA most of time, but she was home for the weekend.

"Well, that's not good," I said. "I need her to take me shopping. I have to get a dumb formal ballgown for this stupid party me and Nate are going to."

"Nate Grey?" Tallon asked.

"No, Tallon," I said sarcastically. "The other Nate I'm dating. Yes Nate Grey."

"Am I invited?" Tallon has this weird hero-worship thing going on for Nate.

"Of course you're not invited," I told him. "Why would you be invited?"

"Invite me next time," Tallon said. "Oh, and tell Nate he still owes me a rematch at Guitar Hero next time he's over."

"'Kay, I'll do that," I mumbled. "What'd you do with the phone?"

"Weren't you on the phone last?" he reminded me.

"Oh right," I said. "Well, what'd I do with it?"

"Hey Lies…"

"What?"

"It's in your hand."

I blushed, and dialed my mom's cell phone number. "Mom?" I said when she picked up.

"Liesel, hon, what's up?" she asked.

"I need you to help me get a fancy dress," I told her. "Me and Nate are going to a formal party Friday at seven."

"Okay," she said happily. She seems to think that Nate will be good for me, like dating someone famous will change my personality or something like that. "Actually, Scott, Ainsley, and I are at Macy's right now. I'll send Scott to pick you up since he's practically bored to tears here in the dressing room."

"Thanks," I said. "I'll see you in a little bit. Oh and Mom—"

I was going to warn her not to go too crazy, but she was already preoccupied. I overheard her saying something to Ainsley about a pink tanktop, and decided to just hang up.

Scott was there within ten minutes, which is pretty impressive when you consider all the Los Angeles traffic.

"Nate Grey, huh?" he said as I climbed into the passenger seat of his Volvo. "Well, I've got to hand it to the guy. If he can get you to volunteer to go shopping, he must be something special."

"Scott?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and drive."

(I'm a Twilight freak and I couldn't resist putting a Volvo in!)