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Now that that's out of the way, on with the story.

Why did I do this? Why did it seem like all we could do was fight? I wanted to hug him, to tell him how much I love him, and how I've loved him since Chicago, when I kissed him on the cheek. Forget Chicago, I wanted to kiss him right now, and pretend the whole fight never happened. Is any of that what happened?

"I hate you Nat Wolff!"

Need I say more? I don't even remember what we were fighting about anymore. It must have been that stupid if I didn't remember what it was while we were still fighting. Nat looked really hurt by what I said. He went really quiet, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You...you don't mean that. All the times we've fought, you've never said that."

No, I don't mean it, Nat! I love you!

"Yes, Nat, I do mean it! Ever since I came back to this band, you've done nothing but criticize me and take Kristina's side on everything! Well I'm done with it! I'll go on this tour, but don't bother talking to me." I could tell that I really hurt Nat, but it did feel good to get some of my frustration towards him out in the open. Why didn't I just talk to him, instead of yelling? That's a really good question. One that I didn't think about until after I yelled at him. He looked at the ground and my heart broke, knowing how badly I had hurt him.

"Ok. If that's what you want, Rosalina, then I won't say a word to you. I'm sorry if I've really caused you that much frustration." He turned to the guys. "I…I think I'm gonna crash a little early tonight, guys. It's been a long day. Good night." He said, and I could tell he was trying not to cry until he got to his room. I was trying to do the same thing, but unlike him, I had no excuse to leave. Everyone muttered good night, and he went to his room. Cooper called after him.

"Nat, don't forget that we're loading the bus at 7 tomorrow morning! Bus pulls out at 8!" Nat just waved a hand showing he remembered. When he was out of sight, I stared at the ground, I couldn't look anyone in the eye, knowing that if I did, I would see the icy stares that I felt on me, and the tears would leak. I had blown it, now. Nat would never forgive me for this. I knew he meant what he said. He wasn't going to say anything to me while we were on this tour. He thought that was what I actually wanted. I glanced up, and saw Thomas, Qaasim, David, and Alex "icing me out" as they called it. Cooper was giving me a sympathetic look. Kristina was staring at the floor.

"I'd better get home. My dad will be wondering where I am." I said. Nobody said anything, so I left the Wolff apartment. I had gotten to the street without tears, but once I was outside, I couldn't control them anymore. I sat down on the steps, brought my knees to my chest, wrapped my arms around them, put my head on my knees, and sobbed. What had I done? I told the only person I had ever truly loved that I hated him, that I didn't want him to say a word to me. I wanted so badly to fix this, but I knew that it would be nearly impossible to fix. I heard the door open, but I didn't look. I didn't want to face anyone right now. Whoever it was sat next to me.

"Come to tell me how awful of a person I am? Cause I don't need that right now. I know that I was horrible to Nat. I know he didn't deserve any of what I said. I don't even know why I said it. I was just so caught up in the moment, we were yelling at each other, and it just all came out."

"No, I came out because I figured you needed someone to talk to. You blame me for all this, don't you?" Kristina asked me. I looked at her, my face tear covered.

"No. At first I did, but I know that I made the mistake of quitting the band. They needed a bassist. I was selfish to think that I would come back and everything would just go back to the way it was. And let's be honest, you didn't make it easy for me to like you when I first came back."

"I know, and I'm sorry for that. I was just mad. Nat went through all that effort to find a bassist, and I was so happy that I was picked. Then you came running back and he let you back in like it's nothing. Nat handled the whole thing really well, but I hated that he let you back in."

"That's fair enough." It was all I could say.

"He really loves you, you know?"

"Not after tonight, he doesn't. He won't even speak to me after tonight."

"Exactly, and that's how I know he loves you. He loves you enough that he's willing to not talk to you, just to keep peace. I could see how hurt he was by what you said."

"I could, too. I don't know what to do Kristina. I want to make this up to him, but I know I can't."

"You never know. We're going on tour. We'll be traveling for four months. Most of that will be spent on the road or in a hotel. Anything can happen."

"I don't know, Kristina. I really messed up. Even if things do work out, do I even deserve it?" The door opened again.

"Hey, are you gonna sit there all night, or are you gonna go home like you said? Haven't you done enough tonight, without hanging around and torturing Nat by staying where he can see you?" Alex asked. I broke down again. Of all the members of the band, the last person I expected to talk to me like this, besides Nat, was Alex. He sat down.

"Just go back inside, Alex. I don't need this right now."

"And you think Nat needed any of what you said? My question is why did you say it? I know you didn't mean it."

"I don't know, Alex, but at this point it doesn't really matter. Nat hates me, and…"

"Hold the phone! Nat doesn't hate you. He's just hurt by what you said."

"Even if Nat doesn't hate me, you guys do. I could tell by the looks you all were giving me."

"I could never hate you, Rosalina. I'm just mad that you hurt Nat. You're like a big sister to me." He pulled me into a hug and I hugged him back.

"Thanks, Alex. But how do I make this up to Nat? I love him so much."

"Well, we have four months of touring to figure something out. We'll make it work. I'll try and put some plans together tonight, and we can talk about them when the bus gets rolling tomorrow morning." For the first time since the fight with Nat, I smiled.

"Thanks, Alex." I said, giving him a quick kiss on the top of his head. Kristina put her hands on both of our backs.

"Make sure you include me, Alex. If I can help in any way, I want to." Alex nodded. And so the team was formed.

Our bond: the bond of friendship, almost family.

Our goal: get me back in Nat's good graces, and maybe back to where we could date again.

Our time limit: four months

The clock would start ticking tomorrow morning, at 8.