A/N: I've decided to make this into a short story because I came up with a bigger plot than what I had first imagined. Notice I said short story, so it probably will be nowhere even close to ten chapters, perhaps not even five. I hope you will still read it, though, because I promise I will continue writing!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Naked Brothers Band. I do, however, own Nat Wolff. He just doesn't know it yet. ;)

Nat stared at his phone while putting the covers farther above his head. He hadn't left the comfort of his bed all weekend, and nothing was going to get him out of it—especially a visit to see Rosalina.

"Nat," she had typed. "You haven't talked to me in two days. What's wrong?"

That was the nineteenth text she had sent him in forty-eight hours, but it didn't bother him. It made him feel better knowing Rosalina cared so much about him. The only problem was, there was no way Nat could respond. He couldn't. The shock and embarrassment had spread through every vein in his body, so it was impossible for him to say—or text—anything to her.

As a matter of fact, he hadn't spoken to anyone—not his friends, his dad, Jesse, or even his own baby brother. Of course, people had tried to reach him, but he never responded to calls, texts, or knocks on his bedroom door. He knew everyone had heard about the incident, seeing how the band members had probably told everyone right after it occurred. Luckily, no one had pushed him too far, so he avoided talking to people for longer than he ever had. That was until Alex came bursting through his door unannounced.

"Dude! Have you ever heard of this thing called knocking?" Nat screamed.

"Dude! Have you ever heard of this thing called leaving your room?" Alex yelled back.

"What do you even want?" Nat scoffed at him, burying his head in his pillow.

"You have a phone call," Alex simply stated.

"Ugh, of course I do. Who is it this time?"

"It's Rosalina. She sounded really upset so maybe you should answer this-"

"No!" Nat screamed again.

"Look," stated Alex, "before you tell me to hang up, just let me say this: you're messed up. You are completely messed up for the stupidest reason. So what if a girl left you at a dance? You didn't even know her, man! Don't let it screw with your head!"

"I did know her," Nat whispered.

"Then who was it?

"Rosalina." There was a long pause before Alex finally spoke again, but, when he did, it hit Nat harder than the time he got whacked in the head with a baseball bat.

"Nat, you have to talk to her, okay?" By this time, Alex had sat on the edge of Nat's bed, trying his best to comfort his older brother. "I know you don't want to, but maybe you'll be able to sort things out. One of two things are going to happen, though. Either you will admit your feelings to each other—which you've wanted for years—or you'll decide to stay friends and everything will be awkward between the two of you. I know I'm being really blunt right now, but it's only the truth. Either way, something is going to happen. Even if that something happens to be the thing you don't want, at least you can say you tried. But if you don't try, and Rosalina really does love you back, you're going to miss out on the best thing to ever happen to you." With that, Alex got up and began to walk out of the room, but not before Nat spoke up again.

"Hey, Alex? Can you bring me the phone?" he asked.

"Be right back," Alex said with a smile.

"Hey," Nat said right after he built up enough courage to speak through the phone.

"Hi," Rosalina softly replied, obviously afraid of how Nat would react.

"I see you got your phone," Nat said calmly—surprisingly enough.

"Yeah, thanks for leaving it on my doorstep."

"Yep," he simply said.

"So, uh, what have you been up to?"

"Rosalina, you've texted me nineteen times in two days. You have called my cell phone sixteen and my house phone seven. You can't tell me you only want to know how I've been spending my weekend."

"You're right," she replied. "I'm sorry—and not just for that. I'm sorry about what happened at the dance. I should have never let that go on."

"Yeah," he replied. "You should have never let that go on. So why did you?" By then, Nat was furious. How could she have enough nerve to apologize for treating him that way?

"I don't know. I just...I don't know. I guess for once in my life I wanted to see what it was like to be one of the popular girls. I wanted boys to follow me around and watch my every move. I wanted to wear a sparkly dress and look like a princess. I wanted to know what it was like to be beautiful—just for one night."

"So you used me." Nat had meant for it to be a question, but it came out more like a statement. He didn't want to be mad at Rosalina, but he couldn't help but be. It was her fault he felt so poor.

"What? No! Nat, I didn't use you!" she cried. "You were just there! You were there, and you looked so handsome. In that one night, all of my dreams were coming true. Not only did I look like a princess, but I felt like one, too—but only because I was with you!"

"Whatever, Rosalina. Go find a new fairy tale to live in because you ruined the one we had." Nat hung up the phone and buried himself as far under his bed as he could go, crying all the while.

A/N: Hope you liked it! Please review so I know if people are reading!