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Rosalina's POV

Even though Nat kept reassuring me everything was okay, I wasn't so sure. Sarah seemed pretty determined to figure out what had finally pushed me over the edge. I tried to forget about it, but it kept coming up.

Later on, I expected it I got a call from Kristina.

"Hey Kristina."

"Hey Rosalina, my aunt told me about your appointment today."

"Really?" I cringed. "What did she say?"

"She said you were really nice, but things didn't go very well."

I sighed. "I'm sorry, Kris. I just don't think I was ready to talk about it yet. I didn't mean to upset anyone."

"Rosalina, it's fine. I really don't mind. I just want to make sure you're okay. My aunt said that you seemed upset when you left."

"Yeah, I talked to Nat. Everything's fine."

"Good. I'm sorry if I caused any trouble."

I shook my head even though I knew she couldn't see it. "You didn't. I'm just not used to it yet."

"Okay…well as long as you're sure everything's okay…"

"It is; thanks for checking on me, Kristina."

"Sure thing, Rosalina. Like I said, we'll have to hang out sometime, with the whole band."

"Yeah, sure. But I have to go. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, bye Rosalina."

I hung up and sighed again. It wasn't Kristina's fault. I didn't blame her at all. I didn't really blame anybody. But I couldn't get over that feeling that something was wrong. And that something bad was going to happen.

"Rosalina? You okay?" Nat asked, walking over to me.

I looked up from my lap. "Yeah, I'm fine."

As if he could read my mind, he took my hand and said, "Hey, don't be so hard on yourself about what happened with Kristina's aunt. You just weren't ready. It's okay."

"No, it's not okay. What if she gets suspicious? What if she calls Child Protective Services or the police and I get taken away? What if I never see you again or worse–"

He put his hand on my shoulder. "Rosalina, calm down; don't worry about it."

"But isn't that what she has to do? Isn't she supposed to call the police if something is threatening one of her patients?"

"Maybe, but who knows, what if calling the police is what has to be done?"

"No!" I said, getting up from the couch. "They can't call the police, my dad will go to jail, I'll be taken away, and I'll never see you again!"

Nat took my wrist and gently pulled me back to the couch. "I promise you that will not happen. I won't let it. I can't promise that she won't call the police, but I can promise you won't leave me, and I won't leave you. Okay? Just relax, Rosie."

I didn't try and pull my hand away, but I still protested. "You don't know that."

"No, I don't. But you don't know if any of that is going to happen either."

"But what if–"

"Rosalina, stop it. All you're doing is stressing yourself out over what could be nothing." He pulled me into a hug and rubbed my back. "It's going to be okay," He said quietly.

"And if it's not?"

"Then I'll fight until we're back together again."

…

"You did what?!" I could hear Nat shout from the kitchen.

I slowly walked from his and Alex's bedroom toward the kitchen, careful so he wouldn't hear me.

"Dad, how could you? You promised you would wait until Rosalina said–" He was cut off by his father on the other end.

I stood in the hallway near the kitchen, listening to his conversation.

Nat sighed. "Fine; what did they say?"

His father started talking and then Nat cut him off. "So can she stay here?"

Mr. Wolff started talking again. I could hear little words like: "…said…Rosalina…father…home…relative…"

"Dad…I don't know…" He paused. "Let me talk to her about it, okay? I'll call you back."

"Nat?" I asked, walking into the kitchen, pretending to just have woken up.

"Hey, look who's up," He said, walking over to me. "You okay?"

I nodded. "Who was on the phone?"

He sighed again. "My dad; He called the police."

"He did what?" I asked in surprise.

"Calm down, okay, I talked to him. He said that the police were going to take care of your dad. In the meantime…they said…it'd be best…if you stayed with one of your relatives." He looked almost afraid of how I'd react.

"None of my relatives live in the city," I said almost inaudibly.

Nat only stared at me.

I looked away, trying to hold back my tears. This is exactly what I was afraid of happening. This is exactly what I told Nat. No, it wasn't a result of going to the therapist, but it's still something I was trying to avoid. I blinked back my tears. What was I going to do? If the police said I had to go, there was no changing their minds. But if I couldn't talk to Nat, I wouldn't be able to talk to anyone. I don't even talk to most of my relatives much anymore. It's not that I didn't want to; I just haven't had the time.

"Hey," Nat said, taking my hands in his.

I still didn't make eye contact. I couldn't. If I did, I might break down. That was the last thing I needed right now.

"Rosie, look at me," He said softly.

I glanced at him, then glanced down at my feet, and around the kitchen. I couldn't look at him.

"Rosie, please."

I forced myself to make eye contact with him and the minute I did, my vision went blurry because of my tears. I quickly wiped them away, only for them to be replaced with more.

"It'll be okay. I promised you that. I'll get Dad to talk to the police. Maybe if we tell them the circumstances, they'll let you stay here."

"I can't do that, Nat," I said. "If we tell them the circumstances, I'll have to tell them about that day. That's even worse than telling a therapist. I can't do it."

"Just calm down, okay? I'm going to call my dad back, and we'll work something out. Don't work yourself up. I don't want you to have a panic attack, okay?" He said calmly.

I nodded as Nat pulled out his phone again. "Alex!" He called. "Alex, come here!"

Alex ran into the kitchen. "Yeah, Nat?"

Nat bent down to his brother's ear to whisper something to him.

Alex glanced at me, then looked back at his brother and nodded. "C'mon Rosalina, I want to show you something," He said, tugging on my wrist.

I did my best to wipe away most of my tears as I let Alex lead me out of the kitchen. Although I would've preferred to stay with Nat, I was glad Alex was trying to cheer me up. He led me into the living room where he told me to sit on the purple couch. What he did next is something I'll never forget.

He stood in front of me, and started telling me jokes. But they weren't just any jokes; they were the jokes that he and Nat used to fight over because both of them thought the one was funnier than the other.

I couldn't help but let a small smile show at the memories the jokes had, not to mention the way Alex told them.

He made the funniest faces, and noises, and they were probably the lamest jokes to most people, but I still couldn't help but smile at all of them.

When he noticed I wasn't actually laughing at any of them, he walked over to the couch, sat down and did something we don't usually do.

He hugged me.

Not that I minded, I thought it was actually kind of sweet, you know? But it wasn't usual for Alex to be the hugging type at all.

"I'm sorry this happening, Rosalina. But I hate to see you cry. It's no fun to cry. It's more fun to laugh," He said.

"I know, Alex. Your jokes were funny."

"I'm glad you liked them," He said, smiling up at me as he pulled away from the hug.

Just as he did, Nat walked into the room. "Thanks little bro," He said, ruffling Alex's hair.

He smacked Nat's hands away and fixed his hair. "Anytime. I couldn't get her to laugh though."

Nat looked at me in surprise. "You didn't laugh?"

I shrugged. "I smiled…" I said shyly.

"Ooh, I've got a way to make her laugh!" Alex said, standing up and walking over to the piano. He went through a bunch of sheet music the brothers had left there over the years and finally found the one he was looking for. "Now, this is a Nat Wolff original, just so you know." He played a dramatic opening note, and then started singing, "One day I was lookin' in a mirror and I saw a chimpanzee, and the chimpanzee was lookin' at me, in the port-a-potty, chimpanzee, oh chimpanzee, oh chim–panzee!" He said dramatically.

I couldn't help it. I looked at Nat who was slightly blushing, but looked pretty upset with his brother, and then I burst out laughing. Over all the years I'd known Nat, he's never told me about that song–if you could call it that. When I'd finally calmed down enough, I looked at Nat. "When did you write that?"

Nat looked away. "When I was…trying to impress you by being funnier than Alex…" He mumbled.

I gave him a smile. "Aw Nat, that's so cute!"

"Why'd you play that Alex?" Nat asked, looking at his brother.

Alex shrugged. "I was out of ideas. I thought it might work, which it obviously did," He said laughing.

"Don't be mad at him, Nat. I think it's funny. And he was only trying to help."

"Fine," He said, practically glaring at Alex. "Rosalina saved you this time, but I'll get you."

A/N-I didn't make up that song! Hahaha, Nat actually wrote that song if anyone remembers. It was a LONG LONG time ago.

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