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

Hey guys!

I'm happy to say that I'm working on another story for you guys! I don't know when I'll publish it, but hopefully soon! I'm not sure what it's going to be called because I seriously suck with titles but here's a quick summary:

"My life was finally back to normal and everything was fine...until one day Nat and Alex Wolff walked back into my life. See, they disappeared two years ago for no reason and left everything behind, including Nat and my's new relationship. And when they came back and needed help, little did I know what I was getting myself into."

It sucks, yes. But it's all I can think of right now because it's late and I want to post this for you guys. Like I said, I don't know exactly what it'll be called yet, or when it'll be published, but it'll be out soon! Keep an eye out!(:

For now...

Enjoy!

"You can't believe everything you hear!" She shot back.

"What if I heard it for myself? I heard Matt talking in the bathroom about me."

"So you were eavesdropping?"

"No! I was rinsing blood out of my mouth from when your boyfriend punched me in the jaw."

Juanita looked away.

"You don't…you don't believe me do you?"

She sighed. "Alex–"

"No save it. I have to go to rehearsal." I turned and walked down the hallway and out of the school. The minute I got out of the building I ran right into Nat.

"Hey," He said, looking at me worriedly. "Where've you been?"

"It's nothing I was just running late."

"Alex, everyone's gone. I mean besides the teachers."

"I know, but I was running late, okay? Just drop it," I said, making my way to Rosalina's car.

"Did Matt do something again?"

"No! He didn't do anything just leave it alone, Nat," I snapped.

"Alex, what happened?" He demanded.

"I'll tell you later. Let's just get to practice." We made it to the car and I squeezed into the backseat with the rest of the guys as Nat sat up in the passenger seat.

"Is everything okay?" Rosalina asked, glancing back and forth between us.

"Yeah everything's fine," I said. "I just had to talk to a teacher about some of my homework."

The guys seemed to accept the answer, but Nat and Rosalina looked at each other worriedly. To throw them off I goofed off with Thomas, David and Qaasim on the way to the studio like nothing was wrong. I couldn't stop thinking about what Juanita said. She didn't believe me at all. Besides Matt punching me, which she had to believe because she was there, she must've thought I was lying. I can't believe her. She believes other people over me, and then yells at me not to. I didn't get it. Maybe Nat's right. Maybe Juanita isn't really a good friend for me. I still miss her though. I want the old Juanita back. We got to the studio and all got out of the car and went straight into rehearsal. Even though, I seemed to be playing fine, my mind was somewhere else. I just kept replaying the conversation with Juanita over and over again. Another thing I wondered: what happened now? Was that Juanita's way of apologizing? Were things going to be easier now? What did that conversation mean? Before I knew it, practice was over and we were all going our separate ways for the night. Nat and Cooper stayed in his office for a few minutes after the guys left to go over some last minute things for the concert tomorrow.

Rosalina and I were sitting outside of Cooper's office waiting for them to finish. "So are you okay, Alex?" She asked, looking at me.

"Uh yeah, I'm fine."

"What did your teacher say about your homework?

Without thinking I replied, "My teacher? What are you…?" I looked up at Rosalina.

She gave me a look.

I covered my mouth, realizing that I'd slipped up. She knew the story I told was a lie now for sure.

Nat and Cooper came out of his office right then, and even though I knew it would make things worse, I bolted out of the studio and down the street towards our apartment. I'm sure Nat, Rosalina and Cooper would be really worried, and I knew that Nat and Rosalina would probably beat me home or even find me running down the street. But I didn't care. I just kept running and running, willing myself to make it home. I didn't want to talk about what happened. I didn't need to talk about what happened. It happened, and it was over with. There was nothing left to do. Eventually my legs became tired quickly, but I didn't stop. When I looked up and was able to see our building ahead of me, it gave me the boost I needed and I was able to make it inside. I didn't have the patience to wait for the elevator so I pushed myself to run up the flights of stairs to our floor, and I quickly found the spare key we keep outside, let myself in the apartment, ran into our room, and buried myself under the covers of my bed. As I laid there in the silence, the exhaustion set in, and the last thing I heard was the apartment door open and slam shut before I fell into a comforting darkness.

…

When I woke up, I was on my side facing the wall. I was no longer completely covered by my blanket (probably Nat's doing). I rolled onto my other side and squinted to see that Nat was sitting in one of the bean bag chairs in our room with his guitar and some sheet music. He hadn't noticed I was awake yet. How long had I been asleep? What time was it? I rolled onto my back and groaned to let Nat know I was awake.

He looked up at me. "Alex? You okay?"

"Yeah," I said, slowly sitting up. I rubbed my eyes. "What time is it?"

"It's almost eight o'clock. You slept for almost four hours, bro."

"Wow…where's Rosalina?"

"She left about an hour ago. She offered to stay longer but I figured she should probably just go home."

I nodded.

"What happened? Why did you run out of there? What happened at school?"

I opened my mouth to respond but Nat interrupted me.

"Don't say that you can't tell me either. I've cut you a lot of slack these past few days Alex. I let you miss practice, you missed a half a day of school, I let it slide when you wouldn't tell me about why you have that bruise and I just let you sleep for almost five hours straight while I'm sitting here, worried sick about you. I think I deserve some answers."

I sighed. "Okay, fine. I'll tell you." So I explained everything. And I mean literally everything. I told Nat about how I almost got the courage to talk to Juanita and Matt shot me down and literally punched me. I told him about Danny some more, and I told him about the conversation I had with Juanita today too. It actually felt pretty good to get it all off my chest, but hearing myself say it made me realize how bad my situation really was.

"Alex…at first, I was just saying it because I thought maybe it would make you feel better, but now I'm serious. I don't think you and Juanita should be friends anymore. She doesn't seem like that great of a friend. And if you didn't have Danny, I wouldn't say it. But you do have Danny, and he seems like an okay kid to me."

"I know," I said, leaning against the wall.

Nat got up and sat next to me on my bed. "Look Alex, I know how hard this is for you. I really hate seeing you like this. It's not you. You're usually the one who's always just…so happy. And ever since all this stuff happened, you've been so different. I know it's not easy to just act happy either. So I'm going to tell you something, something that I hope you'll think seriously about."

"What is it?"

"I think…I think you should consider whether or not having Juanita as a friend is truly worth it."

~NBB~

"Alex! Alex, wake up!"

I rolled onto my side and opened my eyes.

Nat was sitting on my bed, practically shaking me.

"What?" I said, upset that I had to get up early on a Saturday.

"Today is concert day!" He cheered.

I knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to get my mind off of everything else. I smiled but rolled over onto my stomach. "But it's Saturday morning! I need to sleep," I said loudly into my pillow.

"Alex, c'mon!" Nat said, shaking my shoulder. "We're going to go check out the venue and stuff!"

"Okay, okay, I'm getting up," I said sitting up. I slowly got up and eventually all the guys came to our apartment so that we could go to the venue. Before we left though, of course Cooper gave us the usual pep talk and we did all of our usual stuff.

"Cooper, we'll be fine," Nat said. "You worry too much."

Cooper shrugged. "It's kind of my job."

We walked down to the bus and drove over to the park. I was really excited. I always loved performing. Whenever we did concerts the whole band got excited, and it was just so much fun. When we got to the park, there was already a stage put up and a crew was rushing around setting up seats and lights and the sound system and everything. Of course, instead of following Cooper's orders, we all walk around the park checking it out and stuff. Whenever I'm with the band lately, I always forget about what's going on otherwise. (Meaning all the stuff with Matt and Juanita.) I didn't know how it worked or why, but I was thankful for it. Since it was so early, we couldn't do sound check and we all kind of ran around goofing off. After that, we picked up lunch and went back to the apartment to eat. As we were all getting dressed and ready for the gig, I remembered this would be my first gig that Juanita wouldn't hear about. I mean, I'm sure she'll see it on the news or something, but she wouldn't hear all about it from me. Normally, if we were still friends, she'd probably be coming to a gig like this. Man, I really miss–Alex, stop it, I told myself. Think about the band, the concert, not anything else.

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