A/N: So this chapter starts to delve into my twist on the story-line for Sidekicks. I should be able to update the story quicker this time. Thank you for the reviews! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Naked Brothers Band.

Nat's POV

Rosalina and I are about to part ways for school when I finally get the courage to ask her what I had been thinking ever since she said she didn't have a date to the prom.

"Rosalina," I say, peering at her from my spot next to Amigos Middle School. She smiles at me, waiting for me to go on.

Okay, here it goes… "If you-uh-don't have a prom date, I'd be glad to-uh-take you to prom."

Rosalina smiles brightly and replies, "Yeah, I'd like that."

"You would?" I am so shocked she said yes. I mean, she's in high school and I'm just a middle schooler. "Okay… well great," I say happily.

Just as we are about to part ways again, Rosalina's annoying friend Patrice walks up.

"Rosalina," she says as she scurries up the stairs. "I need you to stand right here, next to my poster," Patrice tells her, moving Rosalina to the place she is referring.

"And you Nat, just… go away. I do NOT want to be seen talking to a middle schooler," Patrice adds, ever so sweetly.

"You do NOT leave," Rosalina begs me. As much as I want to get away from Patrice as soon as possible, I do what Rosalina says. I want to make sure Patrice isn't giving her any problems.

"Wade Killgallen is coming over here," Patrice says enthusiastically.

Rosalina doesn't seem quite as enthusiastic. "Who?"

"Hello? Wade Killgallen, the most popular senior at Amigos High School. Do you live on this planet?" I roll my eyes. Surprisingly I know who that is, but only because Alex found out he puts highlights in his hair. "Okay, well he's coming over here to ask me to prom and I just want to look casual. So… talk."

"Talk?" Rosalina asks, just as confused as I am.

Suddenly Patrice bursts out laughing. She even throws in an "LOL" which just makes her sound even more fake. Who actually says "LOL"?

"Now you LOL," she whispers to Rosalina.

"What?"

"Laugh out loud!" she whispers, as if she thinks Rosalina doesn't know what it means. "Pretend I said something funny," Patrice says sternly.

Rosalina starts to fake laugh, but Patrice sees through it, "That is SO phony! Just because you're in a band…" I'm waiting to see where she could possibly be going with this remark, but she stops talking as soon as she sees Wade. "Oh, hi Wade!"

"Hey," Wade replies nonchalantly, brushing her off, "Oh hi Rosalina."

From behind Rosalina, I glare at him. I am not a fan of the way he is looking at her.

"So Wade, are you ready for the prom?" Patrice cuts in, "I'm prom committee chairman, which you probably already know." Nobody cares, Patrice.

"No, but speaking of prom… Rosalina, you wanna go with me?" he asks. Okay now I really didn't like him.

"Wait… her? You want to go to the prom with her?" Patrice rudely asks.

"Yeah," Wade replies.

"Sorry Wade, but I'm actually going with Nat," Rosalina replies, sounding relieved.

"Yeah and I'm the most popular girl in the freshman class," Patrice says, obviously too upset with the situation to poke fun at Rosalina for taking a middle schooler. But Wade notices.

"You'd rather go to prom with a middle schooler than a high school senior?" Wade asks obnoxiously.

"Yeah, I would. Nat's funny and kind and talented. Any girl would be lucky to go with him," Rosalina says matter-of-factly and I must have the biggest smile on my face right now.

Wade looks confused, but he decides to drop it, "Fine."

He pushes past the door and Patrice follows him, insisting that he go to the prom with her. I am just glad Patrice is gone now. One can only take so much Patrice in a day.

"So, any girl would be lucky to go with me?" I say smugly as Rosalina turns to face me.

"Hey watch it," she laughs. "I am glad that you asked me first though. It would have been so awkward turning him down."

"Yeah," I smile, overwhelmed with joy that she accepted my offer, yet would have rejected his. "Well anyway, I'll see you later Rosalina."

"Yeah, see you later!"

Later that day, rehearsals start and Rosalina is nowhere to be found. "Do you guys know where Rosalina is?" I ask, starting to get a little worried. She knew what time we were supposed to start

Within a couple seconds, though, Rosalina comes running into the room. "I'm sorry I'm late! I was trying to pick out a prom dress," she explains, smiling at me. Even though I find it a little weird that she missed the beginning of rehearsal to pick out a dress for the prom which is still five days away, I am glad that she seems so excited for prom.

"You're going to prom? With who?" Qaasim asks. I would have already told them, but I thought it might be better to let them hear it from Rosalina.

"Yes, I'm going to the prom with Nat," Rosalina says happily.

"Way to go Nat," Thomas says and everyone applauds.

I roll my eyes at their enthusiasm and hope Rosalina won't read too much into it.

"Alright guys, let's rehearse 'Mystery Girl,'" I say and everyone begins to play.

"Who's that mystery girl?

Who I see on my block

I never believed in love at first sight

But I was wrong, oh wrong"

As I am singing the lyrics, all I could think about is the beautiful brunette who is my date to the upcoming high school prom. I never would have thought that Rosalina would want me to take her to the prom. I wonder if that means she likes me more than a friend. I try to remind myself that it's probably just because I asked her and she thought it would be fun to go with a friend.

"Awesome job at rehearsal today guys," Cooper says once we finish singing, "Make sure you're here again tomorrow at 4."

Rosalina walks over to Cooper and tells him, "Hey Cooper, since I'm going to prom, Patrice is forcing me to help out with decorations." She sighs and continues, "Is it alright if I miss rehearsal tomorrow, or if we move it to a later time?"

"Yeah, we can reschedule it," Cooper answers, "Does 5:30 work for everyone?"

We all agree to the new rehearsal time. Then we just hang around and chat, like we usually do, before we have to go home and work on homework. You see what I don't want to go to school? It's the last week and our teachers are still giving us homework!

The next day, I stop by Amigos High School to visit Rosalina. I can't imagine decorating for prom with Patrice is any fun. Surely, she wouldn't mind if I showed up. Plus, if I help, maybe she'll be able to get out of there sooner.

"Hey Rosalina," I greet. She looks up at me and smiles warmly.

"Oh hey you," Rosalina replies. "What are you doing here?" she asks curiously.

"I thought you could use some company, you know, besides…" I say, nodding my head towards Patrice, who is busy criticizing some other poor girl.

"That's really sweet of you," she comments with a smile, "But really you should probably get out of here before you get stuck helping Patrice with prom."

"I'll put up with Patrice any day if it means I get to spend time with you," I tell her.

"Aww I am flattered," she laughs.

"You should be. I really can't stand her."

"I don't think anyone can," Rosalina replies and I nod in agreement.

Just then, Patrice comes marching over to where we are. "I AM GOING TO KILL BOTH OF YOU. Who cut me out?" she asks. At first I'm confused, but then I remember the conversation I had with Cooper in class today. I was saying how it was ridiculous that Patrice was claiming to be the star of the music video for 'Long Distance' when she was just an extra. That's when he told me she was cut out completely. It was funny at the time, but now I'm honestly a little scared to face her wrath. Rosalina and I stay silent and look down at the poster Rosalina is working on.

"Answer me! Who cut me out of the music video?" Patrice says again, "Was it you Nat Wolff?" At that point, I look up at her. I don't know why she assumes that I have a say in the music video.

"Uh no," I reply and then riskily say, "But I would've if I had the chance to."

She doesn't seem as mad about that remark as I would have thought, but instead she does something worse. "You're coming with me as my date to the prom." Apparently she didn't get the memo when Rosalina said she was going with me. Patrice had been standing right there, but I guess she was distracted by Wade.

"Uh didn't you hear?" I respond, sounding a little ruder than I intended. "Rosalina and I are going together," I tell her proudly.

"No no no no," Patrice replies, "What is with all you guys who are asking Rosalina to prom?" she asks like Rosalina isn't sitting right there next to us. Before I can defend the girl I love, Patrice adds, "You're coming to prom with me as my date and that's final."

This makes me mad. Who does Patrice think she is? She can't order me around like this.

It is Rosalina who speaks up next. "Nat doesn't want to go with you. He wants to go with me," she says, sounding tense.

"Well it doesn't really matter what he wants. He's just a middle schooler and I'm the most popular girl in the freshman class," she reminds us, although I'm not really sure where she got this 'fact' in the first place.

"You can't make me take you to prom," I remind her.

"Yeah," Rosalina agrees, "Unless you want Wade to know how you doodle Patrice Killgallen in your notebook every day and practically track his every move." I am quite surprised Rosalina is resorting to blackmail but if it gets me out of being forced to take Patrice to prom, I am all for it.

Patrice narrows her eyes and looks back and forth between us. Then she laughs and says, "I didn't want to take a middle schooler anyway. I was just being nice." Yeah right. Now she's just trying to cover up the fact that she got rejected by a middle schooler. "I don't have time for this," Patrice announces, storming away.

"Wow, good job Rosalina," I compliment, sitting down next to her.

"Thanks," she replies, "I guess sitting next to her in history isn't all bad."

I cringe at the thought of being stuck next to Patrice every day. "That sounds awful," I comment. I am about to offer to help, but Rosalina is just finishing up with the poster.

"Now I have to go hang this up," she mentions.

"Let me help you with that," I say, taking one side of the poster. We bring it over to one side of the gym and hang it up on the wall. Then we stand back to make sure we hung it up evenly.

"Looks good," I tell her and she smiles. "So is there more decorating Patrice is making you do?" I ask as I glance at my phone. It's 5:07pm.

"Yeah, but she looks pretty busy over there," Rosalina mentions. I look over to see that Patrice is yelling at yet another poor kid. "Let's get out of here," she suggests and I gladly comply.

When we get outside, she looks at me and says, "Wanna race?"

"You're on," I reply and we both take off running towards the rehearsal studio. We touch the door at practically the same time, but we are both convinced that we are the winner.

"I got here first and you know it," I remarks as we walk through the door.

"No I did," she tells me, "When I touched the door first, you must have mistaken my hand for your hand."

"No, I would have known if it was your hand," I say, laughing.

This conversation would probably sound weird out of context, but when we walk into the rehearsal room, everyone is absorbed in their own conversations.

"Hey guys, we're here. Let's rehearse," I announce. Once we all have our instruments ready, we start playing "Eventually." While I'm singing, I think about how everything is going the way it should be. I'm in an awesome band and we're getting ready to go on tour. And on Saturday, I get to go to prom with my only never-ending love, Rosalina.

Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it! Next chapter will switch back over to Rosalina's point of view.