A/N: I still don't own Camp Rock, but I do own the ideas.

If you haven't read "Novelty", " Never Have I Ever", "Rose Garden", "Painting Wild Flowers", "Sharing", "Winning Roses", "In Sickness", "All in the Timing", "Seconds", "The Campers Catalog", "Her letter", "When I'm not lookin' ", or "Barefoot CinderElla", I would appreciate it if you did.

For Logan

Summer went by at an alarming rate for Ella. She would dream of the season for ten months and it felt like it passed by in the blink of an eye. No over protective mothers, no classes that she didn't like, swimming, singing, and clothes. Everyone gave her a good bye hug as her brother finished loading her things into the back of his Honda Accord.

"You'll be back next year, right?" Nate asked giving a pointed look at Luke, who was over her shoulder. She glanced back at her summer fling and then back to Nate.

"Yes Nate, I'll be back at Camp Rock. It's my home, not matter what the other places may offer." She gave him a wink and then wrapped him in a hug. "I'll see you soon, Mister Grumpy."

His arms circled back around her and she felt him grin into her hair.

"True facts, Sparkles."

Ella couldn't be more thankful that her birthday and graduation were right around the corner. She had a lot on her plate at the moment with the choir banquet, the school musical, Spanish Honor Society banquet, Historical Society Banquet, Thespian Society Gala, and the Soccer banquet too; so many things to attend with not enough time to actually enjoy them all. Not to mention that she still had school and work at the Sonic, but she also had college applications.

She had been applying to some colleges, but spent the majority of her time applying to design schools much to her mother's distress.

Everyday she'd tell Ella to not run to her when her "silly little dream" doesn't "pan out the way you hope." Ella knew what she was doing, and she knew it'd be along shot to the top, but she'd rather design clothes for JCPenny's than file papers at a law office or something. So, Ella had stopped talking about design school, got a crappy part time job because she couldn't touch her savings, and scrapped together enough money to pay for the applications in secret.

Sure her job sucked, made her smell like tater tots, ruined her make-up, and made her sweat like a pig, but if it helped her get to where she wanted to be, then damnit, she'd just put up with it for a little while longer.

"Eleanora, what is this?"

Ella glanced between her opened mail and her mother. "I don't know mother, you know more than I do apparently." Lynne Shum's lips mashed into a thin line.

"I am your mother, and you will do well to respect me. Now, what is this nonsense about? We've discussed this silly idea of you being a store clerk." It was Ella's turn for her lips to become a line.

"It's not silly to want to be a stylist or a designer, Mother, and you're the only one who thought it was stupid."

"Aiiah, if your father was here..."

"If dad was here, he'd tell me to live my dream. Even if I was penniless, as long as I was happy." She shouted, running down the stairs and out the front door and into her car.

"Eleanora! Get back here! Don't you-" But it was too late, Ella had already driven off and called the first person she knew who would give her an honest opinion on her future...

"Hey Nate? Is it a bad time?"

"... and that's when I came here." Ella sniffed taking one of the tissues that Nate had offered and collapsed on his bed, her Sonic uniform was sure to embed the smell of tater tots into his room and linens. He laid down next to her, staring at the ceiling as well. "Nate," He turned his head to look at her. "Do you think I'm stupid for wanting something like this?"

If Nate hadn't seen the tears sliding down her face, he would have believed that it was just another fight with her mom, but he could and it was clear that it wasn't just another verbal spat.

"No Ella, I don't think it's stupid to work towards a dream, I think I'm living proof of that." He tried to smile and earned a soggy laugh.

"Yeah, except you're actually talented." His stare hardened as he watched emotions flicker across her face.

"Did your mom tell you that?" He didn't need to hear a verbal answer, because the slight recoil at the venom in his voice was enough for him.

He sat up and brought her with him.

"Ella, I need you to look at me." He took her face in his hands gently and met her sad brown eyes. "You are not stupid and neither are your dreams. They may not be what your mom has in mind, but you've got a lot of talent and you know that I wouldn't just say that Ells." She held his hand closer for as second as she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.

"You don't think I'm stupid? Even if I-" She took a shaky breath and met his dark brown eyes "wrote e-mails to my future daughter?" Nate shook his head and grazed a thumb over her cheek.

"Not even. Who else would even take the time to consider writing to someone who isn't born yet." He tapped the end of her nose. "That heart of yours is what makes you special, Ells. Everyone else knows that but you." She sighed and laid back down on to the bed spread, then reopened her eyes.

"Nate, have I told you about Amelia?" He shook his head and sat cross legged, studying her face for any gives that she might reveal.

"Well, she's this baby, my baby, from my dreams and I do actually write e-mails to her. Usually, I'm okay and I just tell her things that I wish someone would have told me. But then I have days like this, and I..." She blinked rapidly and gathered her thoughts. "And I keep wondering, 'What if I screw up?' and 'What if she hates me?'. It's so terrifying to even consider the option that my not-even-born-yet child might hate my guts."

Nate stayed silent as she began to play with the necklace her father had given her, a habit that she indulged in when she was worried, nervous or upset. "Everyone always tells me how I'm like my mom, but I just don't see it. I mean, yeah, maybe before my dad's plane crash." All movement stopped as a fresh round of tears started. "What if my husband died? Then I might actually be my mother. God, I'm going to screw my kid up! She's not even born yet!" She sniffed and wiped her eyes, and Nate took one of her hands into his.

"Ella, that kid is going to love you. She doesn't even know you yet, but I'm pretty sure she knows that you're the best person she could have asked for, for a mom." He gave a small grin and Ella launched herself into a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I'm just so scared of messing up, Nate" She whispered.

"Me too."

Dear baby Amelia,

Your grandmother Shum is not someone you'll get actual, useful, advice from. She won't take you to get your first real bra or buy you something other than underwear that come in the packs. I know because I speak from experience. She also wont encourage you to do something that is considered an "artistic" career.

Don't get me wrong, Mia, I love my mom.

But sometimes I feel that my mom is this robot and doesn't feel anything. She just tells me to get over it and that more things will hurt me in the future. I know that mom, but where were you when I need you to protect me from Tess, or tell me not to go to after prom with Adam, or get me birth control.

She wouldn't even give me THE talk because she felt like I should just know what that was or I should except that it's "bad for me to have sex."

It's so hard to talk to her, especially after your grandpa Pador's plane crash.

Mia, I'm going to try my best. I promise. I know that I wont be perfect and we wont always get along, but I want you to be able to talk to me about anything. Even if it's lip gloss.

Please believe me,

Ella

Amelia heard her father speaking in hushed tones over the phone, not that it was uncommon for him to be on the phone, but it was strange to hear him speaking in such intensity.

"Lynne, you may not like what Ella does, but you owe her that much to be there for the runway show." Her father paused and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Ms. Shum, you've isolated yourself from your son and have all but disowned my wife. Did you know that your only grandchild is thirteen now?" He waited for a response.

"No? That doesn't surprise me, you haven't seen her since she was five." Her father took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. "If this is going to be such a problem for you to show up to the premier of your daughter's line and support her then don't bother to offer to take care of Aims. She's coming with us."

Her father's sudenly turned and his posture went rigid.

"Lynne, you have no right to tell us how to raise our child. It's not for you to decide if the nick-name I have for my child is feminine enough. It's pure luck that Ella is as amazing as she is, she had no help from you." Even Amelia could hear her grandmother's angry yelling from her spot on the stairs. "Maybe, you should take into account that you could have helped Aims more than you ever helped Ella."

"Well, yes, it is a shame you haven't seen her. Because Thanksgiving wasn't that long ago and Christmas just went by, oh and I didn't notice that you tried to come to New Years." Amelia shrank back behind the banaster.

"Oh yeah, we've purposely have tried to keep Amelia from you. Never mind Ms. Shum, I think I know your answer. Thank you for your pleasant conversation."

Amelia sat on the stair case for a minute and then ran up to her room. She thought over what she'd just heard her father say to Grandmother Shum. Had her grandmother really not supported her mother? Amelia glanced over to the little hambuger phone that her mother had purchased her while she was gone on a business trip and dialed a number.

"Ella Pador, how can I help you?"

"Mommy, it's me. I just wanted to call and say that I love you."