A/N: So, I just get really distracted and now I have like eight million stories in progress. So what I'm gonna do, focus on one story at a time. Currently, I'm focusing on finishing this one. Mainly cause it's almost over. I know, sad, but all things must come to an end. Then we'll see what I do next, either My Everything or Making a Better Girl. You decide!

Let's recap what's happened in the first eight chapters: Rosalina was cheated on with her best friend. She met a guy who worked at a bar, slept with him, and started a relationship with him. The guy, Nat, got in a terrible car accident, where Rosalina found out that he has a previous relationship with her best friend, who was deliberately ruining her love life. And now..

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Two days later, I went back to work. When I got back, Nat had a visitor; Kristina. It took a lot to keep me from going straight at her and killing her. I went over, a frown clear on my face. Nat looked at me like a just saved his life. "Hi Nat, how was your day?" I asked.

"She found the spare key and busted in," Nat said, frowning. "She's been here for an hour, where were you?"

"I was at work, remember?" I said.

"I've needed to pee for a while now, she's been keeping me captive," Nat said. "I couldn't even call the cops cause she stole my phone."

"You're tasking like I'm not right here," Kristina said.

"Get away from my boyfriend," I said, glaring at her. "You have a lot of nerve coming here, while I'm fucking mad at you?"

"Why are you mad at me?" Kristina asked innocently.

"I know what you did, because Nat is honest and told me the truth," I said. "I saw you texting him. Did you think he wouldn't tell me? How long did you think you could last ruining every fucking relationship I've ever been in?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Kristina said.

"Don't give me that shit!" I yelled angrily. "How dumb do you think I am? I'm not a fucking idiot, Kristina. You've been fucking up my life, and you fucked up your relationship with Nat and your jealous and won't let me be happy. That's fucked up, so I suggest you get out right fucking now before I tear your fucking head off."

"Come on—" I growled, causing her to run out. I growled again, then groaned, then sank down to my knees, breaking down into tears. I felt something on my hair, pulling me to the couch.

"Rosalina," Nat said in a gentle voice. I rested my head on my side, making him wince slightly.

I sniffed, then said, "Sorry," and started to move away. He pulled me back, holding on tightly.

"It's okay, I don't mind," Nat said.

"But you're hurt," I stated.

"I don't care," Nat said. "Come here." He pulled me in tighter, and a gave in, melting in his embrace.

A few days later, Nat told me to dress nicer than usual because his father was coming so Nat could beg him to pay to fix his motorcycle. Mainly cause Nat couldn't work, which meant he wouldn't really have the bunch of money needed to fix his motorcycle, so he was gonna ask his dad for some money. And since I was always with Nat, I couldn't just be in my sweats like I usually am.

I put on dark blue jeans with black and white sneakers, a faded pink long sleeved shirt, and my hair up in a ponytail. "Look at you," Nat said, smiling at me. I smiled back at him, sitting next to him on the couch. "You look beautifully casual," Nat said, sitting up.

"You are so painfully romantic, Wolff," I teased, kissing his nose.

"Alright, make me look like a pathetic guy who can't do anything for himself," Nat said.

"So you always?" I joked, making him laugh.

I got up, reaching for the buttons on his shirt, undoing them. "Why?" Nat asked. "Not that it doesn't turn me on extensively."

"Well, your side is still bandaged up, and you can see a bruise on your chest." I explained. "So we could just say that the shirt was irritating your skin."

"Makes sense," Nat said, nodding along.

"And, look tired," I said.

"I am tired, I've been staying up all night to watch you," he said.

"You didn't have to," I said. "Nat, why did you deprive yourself of sleep? That's not good."

"I can sleep when I'm dead," Nat said like it was nothing. I rolled my eyes, then heard a knock at the door. I jumped over the couch, quickly walking to the door. When I opened it was I greeted by the legendary Mr. Sonny Wolff, who gave me a warm smile.

"You must be the famous Rosalina Nat keeps telling everyone about," Mr. Wolff said, making me blush.

"Nat talks about me?" I asked more to myself. "Come on in. Nat's just on the couch."

We made our way to Nat, who was scrolling through the tv listing. "Hola papi," Nat said, glancing up at his father. "I see you've met Rosalina."

"You've finally found yourself someone good for you," Mr. Wolff said, making Nat chuckle. He then winced slightly, which looked genuine.

"Rosalina, could you do me a favor and get me my medication? My side is hurt," Nat said.

"Sure," I said, heading to the kitchen.

"What happened to you?" Mr. Wolff asked.

"This jackass driver tried to kill me," Nat said, laughing painfully. "Gladly I'm alive. But sadly, my baby was crushed."

"Nat, did you ask me here to ask for money?" Mr. Wolff asked.

"Daddy, I need my motorcycle," Nat whined. "And I can't pay with my money cause I can't work cause I'm injured. Daddy pwease?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "You sound like a baby," I said, laughing.

"Rosalina, you're not helping," he said.

"You're a grown man begging you father," I said.

"Rosalina!" Nat exclaimed.

"Yes?" I asked innocently.

"You make it so hard to be mad," Nat grumbled. I went back over to him, pushing the pill into his mouth. He began sucking on the straw that was in the glass of water I brought, swallowing the pill.

"I'll pay you back later," Nat said. "It's barely even anything really."

"How much is it Nathaniel?" Mr. Wolff asked.

"Just a couple hundred...thousand," Nat said, adding the last part quietly.

"Nat..."

"Three hundred forty two thousand, five hundred twenty one dollars and fourteen cents," Nat said.

"Are you buying a whole new motorcycle?" Mr. Wolff asked in shock.

"It was really bad. I've been laying here for days," Nat exclaimed. "Dad, please. I need my motorcycle. It's my third favorite thing in the world."

"I will give you half," Mr. Wolff said.

"But—"

"And I'm revoking your BMW privileged until you can pay me back."

"Then how am I gonna get to work once I recover?" Nat asked.

"Ask your girlfriend to drive you around, the keys." I reached into my pocket and tossed him the keys.

"She's full of gas, just filled it up this morning." I said.

"You were letting your girlfriend drive your car?"

"Her car is in the shop, she needs a way to get around."

"I'll see you next time you wanna beg for something." his dad called, heading to the door. "Nice meeting you Rosalina."

"You too," I called back. I turned back to Nat, who was pretending to be mad at me.

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have gotten anything," I said.

"He took away my car," Nat pouted, making me laugh. "You know I love you, right?"

"I love you too," I said, kidding his nose.

A/N: So, one more chapter after this, and then it's finished. It'll be more like a epilogue but still. Let me know which story to finish working on after this! And review! Love them, negative and positive!

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