A/N-I DO NOT OWN THE NAKED BROTHERS BAND!

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So...

Yes, ALREADY, I don't know about this chapter...

I'm practically self-conscious about my writing, I'm sorry. Lol.

I'm sure you guys will like it though! (:

"Aunt Emma? It's me, Nat."

Alex and Rosalina were sitting in the living room, waiting for Nat to finish talking to the brothers' aunt.

"So this means there's gonna be funeral, right?" Alex asked.

Rosalina nodded sadly.

He sighed. "Two in one year…"

"I'm sorry, Alex. I know how hard this must be."

"But Nat has you to help him through it."

Rosalina walked over to where Alex was sitting in the egg chair and knelt in front of him. "Alex, just because I'm Nat's girlfriend, doesn't mean I won't be there for you too. If you ever need to talk about anything you know you can come to me, or Nat, right?"

He nodded. "Thanks Rosalina."

Nat walked back into the living as Rosalina stood up.

"So?" She asked.

He only shook his head and walked into his bedroom.

"That can't be good," Alex said. "You should go talk to him."

"Are you gonna be okay?"

He nodded.

She walked out of the living room and into Nat's bedroom. "Nat?" She asked, shutting the door behind her. "What happened?"

He was lying on his back staring at the ceiling. "I can't do this anymore, Rosie."

"Do what anymore?"

He turned on his side so his back was to her.

"Talk to me, Nat. Please."

He didn't respond.

She walked over to his bed and sat on the edge. "Don't shut me out. If you shut me out, you won't talk to anyone, I know it. And if you don't talk to anyone, then it'll be a lot worse, I can tell you that right now."

He rolled over onto his back and looked up at her.

"What happened?" Rosalina asked quietly.

"I can't go to another funeral," He mumbled, looking down. "I can't do it."

"I'll be right there with you the whole time and I won't leave your side. Alex will be there too. And if you want, you can ask the guys to come too. Even Kristina if you really want to. But you're not alone in this, Nat. I promise you that."

"Even with you guys there, I can't do it. I can't look at Uncle Miles when he's…" He sighed, looking back up at her. "Not after Dad's."

"Then don't look. No one said you had to."

"People are going to expect me to pay my respects. Everybody thinks I owe him that. And…I kinda do."

"You will, by being there. Don't push yourself to do something you're not comfortable with."

He shook his head. "I just can't do it."

"It'll be hard, there's no denying it. But I'm going to be there to help you through it. So will Alex. Which by the way, you need to talk to him."

Nat groaned. "What'd I do now?"

"Nothing…not yet anyway," She joked. "But I think Alex just needs to talk to you. I think he's feeling a little left out. He needs his big brother."

"How did you find any of that out?"

"I just know," She said, shrugging. "What else did your aunt say?"

"She said that maybe…it'd be nice if Alex and I…and the band…performed at the funeral service. But I don't know."

"Why not?"

"None of our songs are really suited for a funeral. And I don't think I can get up there and perform right now, Rosie."

She got up and walked over to his desk, pulled open a drawer and started looking through it.

He sat up quickly. "What are you doing?"

"I know where you keep your song lyrics," She said, sorting through the papers inside the desk. She pulled out two sheets of paper and shut the drawer. She walked back over to Nat and handed them to him.

He read the top of the paper:

Nowhere/I Miss My Family

"Rosie, I–"

"It's a good song, Nat. It may be old but it's good. And it'll be perfect for the funeral. I'm not saying you have to perform, but I think you should really consider it."

He sighed and nodded. "I will."

"Don't stress yourself out so much, okay? I don't want to see you as bad as you were in the summer."

"I know."

"So will you be okay?"

"For now," He shrugged.

She could tell he was joking but she still said, "You know you're lucky I love you."

"I know I am. I'm glad you do."

~NBB~

Nat walked over to his little brother who was sitting at the piano. "What are you writing?"

Alex shrugged. "Nothing, I was just looking at a few of my old songs."

"You know you can talk to me about anything, right Alex? I am your older brother."

He nodded. "Yeah, I know."

"So then why haven't you said anything about Uncle Miles at all?"

"I've said…stuff."

"To who? The wall?" Nat joked, sitting down on the bench next to his brother. "I feel like I haven't been a very good brother lately. I've been too wrapped up in my own problems that I haven't talked to you about Uncle Miles at all."

"What's there to talk about? He's gone."

"How do you feel about him being gone?"

Alex stayed quiet for a few minutes. He looked down. "I might miss him…a little bit. I mean…even if he was kind of a jerk to Dad…he did take care of us."

"It's okay to miss him, Alex. I miss him too. Even after everything he's done. It's okay to forgive."

The younger Wolff brother looked up. "You think so?"

Nat nodded. "I think Dad's okay with it."

"But…it's just hard because it feels like we just got through with Dad's funeral and stuff. I don't know if I really want to go to another funeral."

"I know. I know exactly how you feel. But we'll get through it together. And Rosalina will be there…and the guys. It'll be okay."

"Thanks Nat."

"You're welcome. Just remember you can talk to me about anything, Alex. It's bad if you keep things like that to yourself."

"How do you know?"

"Personal experience."

…

"Hey," Rosalina said, sitting down next to Nat on the couch.

He was looking through a phonebook, and didn't even look up at her. "Hey."

"I talked to Cooper. He said he and the guys would come to the funeral if you want."

"Great," He said, still not making eye contact.

"What are you doing?"

"That's great, Rosie."

She gave him a look. "Are you even listening?"

"Whatever you say."

"Okay fine, then I'm breaking up with you and I'll just go out with Thomas instead," She lied, trying to see if it would catch his attention.

The comment didn't even faze him. "If that's what you want."

She stood up and pulled the phonebook away from him.

He finally looked up at her. "No! Rosie, I need to keep looking–"

"Nathaniel, do you even realize what you just said?"

Nat stopped and looked down. "Um…" He hesitated. "No…"

"According to what you just said, we're not dating anymore and I get to go out with Thomas."

"What? No, no, no, no." He sighed. "I'm sorry, I just…I'm a little distracted."

"What are you doing with these phonebooks anyway? You've been looking through them for almost two hours," Rosalina said, sitting back down next to him.

"I'm looking for a funeral home for the service. Aunt Emma said that I should decide."

"Shouldn't she decide since he's her husband?"

Nat shrugged. "I guess so, but it's okay with me. I might as well do something instead of just sitting in my sorrow." (A/N-Haha, song reference!)

"So stressing yourself out is considered better than that?"

He shrugged again.

The house phone started ringing, but neither of them made a move to answer it. After it rang a few times, it stopped and they heard Alex running into the living room. "Nat, it's for you. It's Aunt Emma."

Nat sighed and took the phone from Alex. "I'll be right back," He told Rosalina and stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen.

"I wonder what she wants," Alex wondered out loud.

"Probably wants to make Nat do something else she should be doing."

"What do you mean?"

Rosalina shook her head. "I think your aunt is kind of stressing out Nat without meaning to."

"Why do you say that?"

"He was doing something for her just now, and he agreed with me breaking up with him and dating Thomas instead."

"Whoa, he must've been out of it," Alex said.

"Exactly."

"Maybe we need to have an intervention."

Rosalina laughed. "What do you have in mind?"

~NBB~

"Are you sure about this? I don't think Nat needs another thing to worry about if he catches you planning this."

"Don't worry, Cooper. I'm going to be much more careful this time. And there's less to plan. Just remember, tomorrow at three o'clock. Okay? Tell the guys too."

"Fine. Just be careful, Rosalina. I don't want Nat to worry about it as much as he needs last time."

"I know, I know. Just don't bring it up when he's around, okay?"

"I know."

"So you're coming right? You and the guys?"

"Rosie?"

Rosalina turned around to see Nat standing behind her. "Uh…gotta go Cooper." She quickly hung up the phone without waiting for a response. "Hey Nat. What's up?"

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing…I was just talking to Cooper about the…um…funeral."

"Oh…what'd he say?"

"He said that he and the guys are coming. But I forgot to mention the possible performance part."

"It's fine, I don't know if we're going to perform anyway."

"You should do it, Nat. Your uncle loved watching you guys perform, you know it," She said, walking over to him.

"Yeah, I know, but I just…I can't do it. Not there."

"You performed at your dad's funeral."

"Yeah, but that's different. He was Dad."

Rosalina laughed. "Okay fine. Do whatever you want. I'll love you either way."

He pulled her to him and kissed her forehead. "Good."

She sighed and put her head on his chest.

"Tired?"

"No, I'm–" She yawned. "Fine."

"You're a terrible liar," He said, taking her hand, and leading her over to the couch. He sat her down and then sat down next to her.

She leaned her head on his chest again. "Don't you have to work on the funeral?"

"Yeah, but you're more important."

A/N-I hope you guys liked it! (: I don't think it was as good as the first chapter, but you know...that's just me.

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