A/N: Anybody remember that TV movie from the 90s starring Will Friedle called My Date with the President's Daughter? Well I used to love it, and I was thinking about it one day and decided to write a Natella with the same basic concept: Nate is forced to hang out with Ella for an evening and ends up really enjoying himself despite the chaos.

By no means will I be regurgitating the plot of the movie in its entirety. I drew inspiration from it heavily, but that is all.

Happy reading!

angellwings


My Date with the Rock Star's Daughter

By angellwings

Chapter One


It was her first year away from home. Her mother called her every evening at seven on the dot to ask her about her day and make sure she was making good decisions. Supposedly her father, Van Pador, was looking out for her, but even Ella knew her mother would never trust him to look after her. But it didn't really matter because every time her mother called Ella was alone. Normal eighteen year olds would be out partying or at least out on dates, but no it was Friday night and Ella was all alone in her tiny studio apartment.

Her classes were wonderful. She was in design trade school, and only took classes that focused on her chosen field.

Fashion.

Every day Ella showed up to class and sketched, measured, and sewed her little heart out. Finally, she got to learn about something she was passionate about. But she was lonely. The other students didn't seem to like her. From what she could tell by their eye rolling and labored sighs they thought she was ridiculous. One person had even told her she was only admitted to the school because her father was famous.

For the most part Ella ignored them. She knew it wasn't true so it didn't matter what they thought. She'd worked hard to get into this school. She'd done after school internships and worked her fingers to the bone designing performance outfits at Camp Rock every summer. She earned her spot here. She wasn't going to let anyone else tell her otherwise.

So, here she was practically alone in Los Angeles. Her father would be leaving for tour in a few weeks, and then Ella really would be alone. Although, she did have a few Camp friends here, but…the guys were probably too busy to hang out with her. Really, they were camp friends. How often did she seem them when it wasn't summer? Never. She wasn't Mitchie or Caitlyn, and so she never really had their attention. She knew that was why, even though she had all three of their numbers, she hadn't called them. She was afraid they would feel obligated to see her, and that they would see her as a burden and not a friend.

That was the way Tess used to see her, and it was the way she felt like her father saw her sometimes too. She knew that was the way the other students in her classes saw her. She didn't want anyone else to ever think of her like that. Her phone rang and she glanced at the clock. It couldn't be her mother. Ella just hung up with her ten minutes ago. She glanced at the ID and smiled before she answered.

"Hey, daddy."

"Hey, Princess. I was expecting to get your machine. Thought you'd be out with friends or something."

She scoffed. "What friends? Everyone hates me."

"Surely not everyone," He said. "I thought you had some friends around here from Camp Rock. Those popstar guys…Connect Three, I think they're called?"

Ella chuckled at him. "They're Rock star guys not popstar guys. And, yeah, I guess I do, but…we've never really talked outside of camp. I think it would be awkward if I suddenly called them now."

"I'm sure you're wrong," Van Pador said reassuringly. "You should give them a call."

"No, dad. They know I'm here. Mitchie said she told them. If they want to hang out then they can call me," Ella told him with a sigh. "I'm not going to force myself on them."

"Okay, Ellie, if you say so. I've gotta go, babygirl, I'm on soon. I'll call you later."

"Bye, daddy."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

She hung up with her father and sighed. Even her father thought her life was sad. Great.


Van Pador had to do something about this. He didn't understand why Ella was suddenly so friendless. She'd always been fairly popular. But apparently now things were different. The other kids she had classes with didn't appear to want to have anything to do with her, and all of her old friends were off at other schools in other states. The only people she even remotely knew here in L.A. were those Connect Three boys.

And Ella wanted them to call her.

Well, maybe he could make that happen.

"Marty," Van Pador said as he approached his manager.

"What's up, Van?"

"Who's Connect Three's manager?"

"Terry," He answered quickly.

"Wait, Terry? Our Terry? He manages us and Connect Three?"

"That's why he's called co-manager around here. He co-manages all of you and then co-manages the three of them with their father."

"So," He asked. "Terry would have a way to get in touch with them?"

"Yes. Why?"

"I have a proposition for them. One that could work out in both our favors."


Nate didn't know what to think when Van Pador walked through the door of the recording studio Saturday morning. This was a man he'd only seen in pictures or in videos online. He'd never thought he would ever actually meet the man. Yes, he knew he was Ella Pador's father, but the guy never made it to a single Parent's Day. Something even he could tell bothered Ella, and he wasn't really that close to her.

Jason and Shane stood up to greet him and Nate thought he probably should as well. Van Pador said hello and shook each of their hands.

"It's great to finally meet the three of you. Ella talks about you all the time."

Nate's brow furrowed. "She does?"

Van's smile fell as he thought back. "Well, no. Not really. More like she's mentioned you in passing three or four times, but I know that you all go to the same camp. And I know that Ella now lives here in the city."

The three of them nodded.

"Yeah, we heard about that," Shane said with a small smile.

"Good, then you'll call her, yeah?"

The Grey brothers shared a confused look before Jason spoke up. "Um, I'm sorry?"

"Well, you're all friends right? So, you'll call her," Van stated. It didn't sound like he was asking. It sounded like he was stating a fact. "If you do there might be a spot for you at the Band Aid charity concert at the end of the month. You never know."

"Wait, wait, wait," Jason said slowly. "Are you bribing us to hang out with your daughter?"

"Don't think of it as bribing. Just think of it as a favor I'm doing for my daughter's friends. That concert is very exclusive. Bands as new as yourselves can't normally get a spot. It's a big deal. Think about it," Van Pador said as he shoved a piece of paper into Shane's hand. "That's her number just in case you don't already have it."

"So all we have to do is hang out with Ella and you'll make sure we get to be a part of that concert?" Shane asked in an interested tone.

"That's all."

"We'll do it," Shane said quickly as he shook Van Pador's hand.

Nate and Jason's eyes widened at him.

"We will?" Nate asked.

"Yes," Shane sneered. "We will."

"Good, I thought that would be the case. She's free tonight. Give her a call. Oh, and boys?"

They all turned to look at him.

"It would be best not to mention this little bargain of ours to her. Actually, it would just be best not to mention me at all."

"Got it, sir," Shane said with a nod. "It was our idea to call."

Van nodded and left the studio, and Nate and Jason immediately turned to Shane.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Jason asked.

"What?" Shane said innocently.

"You just pimped us out for a gig," Nate said dryly.

"I did not! Look, we're already kind of friends with her, and this way we both get something out of it. She gets to hang with us and we get to be part of the biggest concert of the year!" Shane told them. "It's win-win!"

"I'm not sure Ella will see it that way," Nate told him.

"Yeah, I don't know, Shane," Jason said. "It sounds kind of cruel."

"Dude," Shane said as he threw an arm around Jason's shoulders. "If her dad is asking us to be her friends then she's got be lonely. Think about it man. She's probably sitting alone in her apartment right now. You don't want poor, sweet, innocent Ella to be lonely, do you?"

"I—Uh…no. I'm in," Jason said with a resigned sigh.

"Jase!" Nate said in a scolding tone.

"I—Ella's always been nice to me and I don't think she deserves to be all alone," Jason said guiltily.

"Yes, see? We're just being good friends," Shane said.

Nate rolled his eyes. "No, he's being a good friend. You're being an opportunist."

"I wouldn't go that far. Good friends don't have to be bribed," Jason said with a grimace.

"Eh, details," Shane said dismissively. "Jason's in. What about you, Nate?"

Nate huffed. "I'm in, but only because this whole thing is going to backfire and someone reasonable will need to there when it does."

"Alright," Shane said excitedly as he held up the card with Ella's number on it. "Who's gonna call her?"

"This is your idea," Nate said as he rolled his eyes. "You call her."

"Fine. I will," Shane said as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed her number. "Ella? It's Shane…from camp?" He paused and chuckled a little. "Hi, um, listen, Jason and Nate and I are going to this new club tonight and we thought you might want to join us….yes, Ella, you. Are you up for it? Great! Text me your address and then we'll pick you up at your place at eight." Something flashed across Shane's features then and Nate knew exactly what it was. "See you later, Ella."

"Is that guilt I saw on your face, Shane?" Nate asked pointedly.

"No," He lied. "There's nothing to feel guilty about."

"This is not going to end well. You know that, right?" Nate asked with a sigh.

"Relax, dude. What's the worst that could happen?" Shane asked as he placed a hand on Nate's shoulder.

Nate shrugged it away as he answered. "Ella could find out and hate us forever."

"Well, let's just make sure she doesn't find out, okay?" Shane said brightly.

Nate sighed again. "Yes, because it's just that easy."

Nate was not looking forward to tonight.


Ella couldn't wait for eight o'clock to roll around. It was Saturday night and she actually had plans. Shane, Jason, and Nate were taking her with them to a club. Ella had only been to one club before, but it was an eighteen and under club. Probably very different than where they were going tonight. She knew she should probably dress up for something like this though, and she had the perfect dress. Pink, sequined, and short.

She planned to turn some heads tonight. Probably not the heads of any of the Grey brothers. Shane had Mitchie, Jason only had eyes for Caitlyn (even if he'd never told her that), and Nate…well…Nate was Nate; Quiet, oblivious, and only into girls he thinks he can't have. So she wasn't really looking to impress them, but there were bound to be other guys around at some point tonight. Who's to say she couldn't get attention from one of those guys? Maybe she'd even get a date out of all of this. She hadn't been on a date since she moved out here. She missed it.

She hadn't had an excuse to get all dolled up since she'd been here either, and she planned to take advantage of this one. Dresses, make up, heels and sparkles were fun for her. They made her feel pretty and confident. So, she planned on spending all the time she had between now and eight o'clock pampering herself and truly being a girl.

Tonight was going to be a blast.