Wild Princess Meets Popstar~ (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4

A/N:

Hello! Chapter 4 is here! Phew, finally done writing it! Yeah I know it's short, boring and all but I promise the next chapter will be interesting cause then only will the fun begin. *winks* ;) not in a mood for writing author's note today. Haha. Ok I would like to dedicate this chapter to the awesome Grace :) hope you like this chapter! 

Oyj <3

( P.S. no one comment the answer to the question on the 2 states combined to make Florichussets! >:( *heartbroken* LOL! Anyway it's obvious it's Florida and Massachusetts...)

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Chapter 4

"Come on chicka! Come to your daddy!" Nate cooed and spread his arms wide. "Whee!" I squealed like a little girl, ran and jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist. "Hmm, excited much Elly?" he said while chuckling at the same time. Elly was his nickname for me"You're so comfy!" my voice muffled as I snuggled against his chest. "Or maybe you're just made out of fats!" I said with a smirk on my face. "Ouch!" he put his hand on his heart dramatically and said sadly, though I could see the glint of playfulness in his eyes. I was quite sure he wasn't insulted by my comment. 

Everyone, including himself (cue roll of eyes from me) knew that he had a rock hard, toned chest. Yes, he was hot but him and I were besties, we will never be more than that. "Mind getting off me now? You're so heavy! Like a big fat panda!" he chimed. I pouted as I got off him reluctantly. "Hey Tiffany! I see your fashion sense is still good as ever, unlike miss panda over here!" Tiffany burst into fits of laughter as she clutched her stomach and bend her back. "Hey!" I said insulted. Come on! Seriously? If you ask me, that's not funny at all! Okok, I admit my fashion sense is not good but what matters most is that it's comfy right? Sweats, cotton t-shirts etc. Those were my lifeline, without them ima goner! Poof! "You know he's right Tiffany! It's like you got your clothes from the nearest thrift store? How can you be my granddaughter?!" grandma said dramatically while shaking her head playfully. "Wow! What an awesome grandma you are!" I said sarcastically. Now, even Nate was rolling on the ground while clutching his stomach. Grandma was shaking in silent laughter.WOW! What awesome friends I have! (note heavy sarcasm here) I put my hands on my hip as I waited for them to calm down. Finally after a few minutes of narrowing my eyes, they finally calmed themselves down. "Sorry! That was just too funny!" Nate chuckled.

"Ok, chop chop! Time for the impossible! We have exactly 3 hours to get you ready before 7!" he said as he did the chopping motion with his hands. I rolled my eyes once again, (I think my eyes will drop out by the time the day is over) Nate shooed me towards the ultra comfy makeup chair. I sat down and he turned the chair around, (A/N it has wheels) so that i was not facing the mirror. He tied my hair into a tight bun, making sure there was no loose strands. "Hand me the gold!" Nate said excitedly to Tiffany as he stuck out his hand. Argh, this two were so deadly together. She loved to play the assistant and be the adviser. Grandma laughed as she watched Tiffany pass the blonde wig to Nate. "Alright, Stella baby, have fun!" Grandma winked at me as she exited my room. I groaned. Surely grandma knows how much I hate dressing up! Dressing up was what I hate with passion! He helped me put the wig on and fastened it with some pins, making sure it was not loose. I looked completely different with the wig. That was one of the reasons why no one recognized me as the other me. (Ha! Get it?) The wig was straightened and it reached around mid back. "Alright! Close your eyes! Miss, please pass me our deadly weapon kit!" I groaned and closed my eyes. The torture is about to begin! Ah well, I guess it pays for me to have a double life. Soon, darkness consumed me and I felt myself drifting off to sleep. 

A hard kick on my back was what sent my eyes opening. "Oi! Pig! Wake up!" Tiffany shouted, making me flinch. Her makeup was already done and he was dressed in a sleek and sexy stapless black dress which had a slit all the way from the thigh down. The dress revealed some cleavage, but not enough for her to look like a slut. She had on a pair of silver stiletto heels. Basically, Tiffany looked hot. "Wow! Since when did you have the time to dress up?" I whistled as I said. Tiffany rolled her eyes and said," While you were busy drooling your head off!" this time, it was me who rolled my eyes. "How long has it been?" I asked confused. I looked at the clock hanging on my wall. HOLY ICE CHOCOLATE! Two and a half hours already passed! "Let's see your reaction!" Nate clapped his hands together excited like a little child who was told he could get a bag full of candies. He turned the chair around my eyes widened as I looked at the stranger in front of me. She had long wavy blonde hair which pooled around her shoulders beautifully. Her eyes had a smoky look and there was minimal makeup applied onto her face, giving her a natural look, yet her face glowed brightly. Her lips were plump and full, a light yet dark shade of pink at the same time. I admit, she was gorgeous. The only problem was, the stranger was mimicking every single action I did. "Wow." I manage to choke out a single word as I touched the mirror. "Why is that gorgeous stranger mimicking everything I do?" I said bewildered. "because that is you, you idiot!" Tiffany sighed exasperated as she smacked my head. "Hey! DO NOT mess up her hair!" Nate exclaimed. Really? That was me? How could that be possible, the stranger was too gorgeous to be me, That's the thing about Nate. He could transform boring dull me into a gorgeous goddess every single time. And of course, I looked completely different compared to the usual me. 

Tiffany grabbed my arm and pulled me up. Then, she ushered me towards my bed and opened up the long, sleekly designed box sitting on it. Inside, was a gorgeous, long flowing white gown which would probably touch the ground when I wear it. Beside the was a pair of gold pumps which had an ultra tall heel which normal people would probably break my leg trying to walk in it. But, I was trained, so I was used to it. Tiff then pushed me into my walk-in closet. She helped me put on the white dress. After that, I carefully stepped into the gold pumps. She lead me to the tall mirror at the end of the humongous closet. Oh. My. God. My jaw dropped as I stared into the mirror. The white gown was really beautiful. It had a strapless bodice and sparkling accents on the empire waist band that circles around the open back. The back of the dress pooled around my feet and the back stretched out a few inches on the ground. It was simple yet elegant at the same time. Then, she paired it off with a diamond ring, silver bracelet and a pair of pearl drop earings. "Wow! You look breath-taking!" Tiffany exhaled as she stared at me. I was too stunned to even mutter a single word.

Pushing me out of the closet, I watched Nate's jaw hit the ground as he stated at me. "Stella. You look amazing!" Nate said breathlessly. I smiled shyly at him.

"Time for the finishing touch!" Nate put on my tiara and fastened it on with some silver pins. The tiara cost a fortune. It was made up of 50 small forty-karat diamonds with a giant emerald in the middle. It was handed down to me from my Grandma. "Yay you're all set to go!" Tiffany squealed excitedly. "In the meantime, Nate you better get dress into something more presentable!" she pointed her finger at him as she narrowed her eyes. Nate smiled sheepishly as he looked down at what he was wearing. A blue polo shirt with white Bermuda shorts. Nate was straight, dressed like a normal guy, was hot,and yet he had a hidden makeup talent. I laughed as I shook my head. The color drained from my face when Tiffany lead me to the door of my room. 

"Girlfriend, you ready to have fun, act like a princess AND meet Jake?!" She smirked and asked. I gulped and nodded my head slowly. Princess Christella mode, ON. Tiff pushed opened the door. "LET THE SHOW BEGIN!" Tiffany shouted out loud and i facepalmed myself. Sigh. It's sure going to be an exciting hell of a day!