New York, A New World

by Fist-it-Out

Rosalina had her life going great. Except for the fact that she was 'underweight'. But she didn't care much because she didn't believe it. She was happy with her life, great friends, great grades, great cozy neighborhood. At least until it all came crashing down. The death of her only know parent results in her having to leave her great life behind and start a whole new one.

10. Playing the Piano

Chapter 10: Playing the Piano

Nat's POV

I left the warehouse close to midnight, and snuck into my apartment so I wouldn't wake anyone up. I was so hungry, but I didn't want anyone to wake up. I quietly went into my room, climbing onto the top bunk. "Nat?" Alex whispered. "Is that you?"

"Yea," I said quietly. "I'm here, don't worry."

"Where'd you go?" Alex asked, peaking his head over the railing.

"I'll tell you in the morning. Get some sleep, okay?"

He nodded, going back to his bed.

.

I didn't wake up until after 1pm, so breakfast was already over. Alex had made himself some cereal so I didn't have anything to worry about. I was still in my jeans and tee shirt from yesterday, my hair a mess, but I didn't do anything about it. I took the cereal box, pouring the cereal in my mouth. Alex stared at me in disgust. "Dude, you hate cereal," he said. "You never eat it. What's up with you?"

I shrugged, putting the box down. "Is it because of Rosalina?" Alex asked. "We were talking yesterday, ya know. She said she's really sorry."

"I don't care," I said quietly. "I'm not friends with her."

"Nat you're being ridiculous," he said. "Every girl thinks your cute. What's the big deal?"

"They all try to be my friend because I'm cute and I thought Rosalina actually wanted to be my friend."

"She does what to be your friend," Alex said.

"No she doesn't," I said. "She only wants to get to know me because of my looks."

"I'm going to go to the skate bark with Juanita today," he said. "David and Thomas have to take a few summer classes every Tuesday, and Qaasim is getting ready to go out of town. You do you, but really think about the type of friend you're letting go."

He got up, grabbed his gear and skateboard before leaving. I sighed, going over to the living room. I picked up the phone and called my only not busy friend, Cooper. He said he was on his way, so I went and unlocked the door. After what felt like forever, I went over to the grand piano sitting in our living room. I started playing a soft melody I wrote when I was like eight. But now, for some reason, I actually sang words.

You went to live your life

But why'd you have to go

Your my only love

My only never ending love

Rosalina, Rosalina

I don't know where those words came from, but they went with the melody.

I'll never be the same

I'll miss you till I die

Your my only love

My only never ending love

Rosalina, Rosalina

The door opened, but I didn't really look up to see who was there. I sang the first part again, then continued playing the melody. I looked up, seeing a sad looking Rosalina looking down at her sneakers, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. I softly ended the song, then looked up at her. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, and she had on a basketball jersey and some gym shorts with black converse. She stood by the egg chair, a good twenty feet away from me. She looked up at me, rocking on her heals.

"Nat I'm really sorry," she said. "I know that you wanted me to want to be your friend because of what's on the inside, and I honestly did. It's just that I first noticed you looks."

I got up, wrapping her in a hug. "Rosalina I should be apologizing," I said, pulling back. "I way overreacted. And I almost lost you as a friend."

She smiled, then took my hand in hers. She walked us over back to the piano, and we sat down. "So I'm guessing you heard the song?" I asked.

"I was standing outside your door and I heard the piano. Then I heard you singing." she explained.

I was blushing. I just said she was my only never ending love and she heard it all. "It was really good," she continued. "I just wish I knew who this 'Rosalina' was."

I couldn't help but smile, looking at her. "What?" she asked. "If you were talking about me you would say Yankee Doodle." I laughed lightly, then I kissed her lips. It felt, weird. Her lips were soft, and she was shocked, but after a few seconds I felt her pressing her lips against mine. And I liked it. I softly pulled back, seeing her smiling. She looked away, a blush on her cheeks.

"Well that was different," I said quietly.

"A good different," she said.

"Yea," I said. "Do you maybe want to do it again?" I asked her this very quietly because I was really scared she would leave. She turned her head back to me, smiling. Then her smile faded.

"Nat, you were wearing that yesterday," she said. "What time did you get home?"

"Around midnight," I said quietly.

"And what were you doing?"

"Just avoiding everything," I said.

"And where were you?"

"Nowhere."

"Nat." she said sternly.

"I was sitting in an old warehouse, being upset." I said. "And I maybe haven't really showered in a while. And now I'm realizing that I probably shouldn't have kissed you because everything about me is all gross."

"It's okay," she said, elbowing me. "I'll let it slide if you go right now."

I smiled eagerly, getting up and running to my room.