Sorry it took me so long to update. I've been busy with the holidays and all that…

Thank you soooo much to my first three reviewers!

OK. I made it 'legal' now so you guys don't have to report me. Yay. But boo at the same time... because I liked it better the other way... =( Also, if it says 'Nick' anywhere (I think I might of missed some) let me now cuz it should say 'Nate'.

And I still don't own Camp Rock.

When Scott dropped me off at Macy's, Mom and Ainsley were in still in the dressing room. Ainsley had on a silky plum top with ruffles on it and a pair of black pinstripe dress pants. "But Mom its ruffled," she was saying.

I actually felt sorta bad for Mom. I mean, she's so glamorous, and she gets stuck with one daughter who's girly enough, but modest and picky (Ainsley) and one who prefers to mix and match her own casual attire (me).

"Oh, thank heavens!" Mom exclaimed. "Scott got you here in one piece!" To this day, Mom still has little to no faith in Scott's driving abilities. He's fine as long as he concentrates. Unfortunately, Scott has the concentration level of your average goldfish.

"I am twenty-two years old," Scott said. "You'd think she'd trust me by now."

"Scott, the last time I let you drive my Mini-Couper we almost ran into a Hummer," Ainsley said. Ainsley is extremely OCD-ish and paranoid.

"Lots of people narrowly avoid accidents," Scott shrugged. Scott, on the other hand, has more of a happy-go-lucky attitude toward life.

"It was parked! And on the other side of the road!"

"But getting back to the point," Mom said sharply. "Liesel, sweetie, why don't we go find you a dress. What did you have in mind?"

"Something tame," I told her. "As in, no ruffles or lace or feathers or sequins."

"You take the fun out of life," Mom said, making a tsk-tsk noise with her tongue like she always does when she disapproves of something one of us kids is saying.

It took almost an hour, but Mom and I finally settled on a floor-length scarlet gown. It was fairly simple, with a square neck and an empire waist. The bad news? I had to wear death-trap silver stilettos with it. I mean, I'm not extremely uncoordinated or anything, but how well can anyone really walk in those six-inch things? Really?

I was in the lady's room, reapplying my favorite lipgloss when my phone rang to the tune of "Play My Music". I checked my caller ID. "Hi Nate," I said, flipping it open.

"Hey Liesel," he said. "What are you doing?"

"Shopping for a dress for the Party of Torture," I said. I didn't feel the need to tell him that I was actually putting on lipgloss when he called.

"Hey, well, speaking of the Party of Torture, I just got a great idea," he said.

"Really?" I gasped. "Tell-me-tell-me-tell-me!"

"We're not going to stay the whole time," Nate said. "We're going to stay for the first half—you know, eat supper, mingle a little—and then we're going to escape. So bring a pair of jeans and some comfortable shoes to change into."

A slow grin spread across my face. "Seriously?" I asked.

"Yup."

"Sweet!" I said.

Mom poked her head into the restroom. "Liesel, are you almost finished?" she asked. "Ainsley needs to stop by JCPenney's before we head home."

I nodded to her, and she left. "Hey, well, I've gotta go," I said.

"Right," Nate said. "Have fun shopping."

"Oh, I'll try," I said sarcastically. "See ya Friday at the Party of Doom."

"See ya then."

So what do you think? Review, review, review!!! =)