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

Hey guys!

Okay, so I'm pretty sure I'm going to releasing "Maybe There's A Reason" sometime soon. Like...maybe tomorrow? Is that okay with you guys?

The next morning the band woke up late, and we ate breakfast that actually should've been lunch. Soon after that though, the guys left but Rosalina stayed to hang out with Nat while I went to the skate park. (I'm sure that wasn't why she actually stayed, but it just happened that way.)

"Who are you going with?" Nat asked, as I walked into the living room with my skateboard.

"Danny," I replied, earning a surprised look from Nat.

"Really?"

I nodded.

"Okay…well have fun. Remember–"

"WAHAPAAT," I said. "I know." I walked out of the apartment after promising to only be gone two hours tops. I rode to the skate park and when I got there, Danny was waiting out front for me.

"Hey Alex," He said, walking up to me.

"Hey."

"So how was hanging out with the band yesterday?"

I shrugged. "It was cool."

"What did your guys' bodyguard say to Matt and them?" He asked as we skated over to the ramps.

I shrugged again. He didn't need to know.

"I heard Matt got really mad."

I kept my gaze on the ground and didn't respond. I thought coming here would take my mind off of things, like it usually did. But being here with Danny, who only talked about Matt, and seeing the place where Juanita and I met, didn't really help much at all.

"Look can we just skate?" I asked, looking up at Danny.

"Sure Alex, whatever you want."

~NBB~

As I rode home from the skate park, I realized that after today I didn't know if I really wanted Danny around. I thought skating with him with make me like him more and make me overlook some things about him. But it really didn't do anything at all. Hopefully hanging out with him today would get Nat off my back about "giving him a chance" though. I got to our building and made it upstairs to our apartment.

"How was the skate park, Alex?" Nat asked as I walked inside.

I put my skateboard in our room and walked into the kitchen. "It was fine." I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a mini carton of milk. I noticed Rosalina was gone, and Nat was sitting at the piano.

"Is something wrong?"

"No." I sat at the counter in the kitchen.

"Then why are you in such a bad mood?"

"I'm not, I'm just…" I sighed and shrugged. "I don't know."

He walked over and sat across from me. "What's wrong?"

"I thought going to the skate park with Danny would make me feel better but it only made me think about Juanita more."

"It's that bad, huh?"

I rested my head in my hand. "Yeah… it is."

"I'm sorry, bro."

"For what? You didn't do anything."

"I know, but it's not fair that you're miserable."

"I'm not miserable, but I'm not really that happy either."

"You handled the concert really well too."

"What do you mean?" I asked sitting up.

"I mean you could've refused to keep playing but you didn't. You kept going anyway."

"Oh…right…I meant to do that."

~NBB~

That Monday I noticed these kids were passing notes to Danny all day. He would reply back and I kept trying to read them but he wouldn't let me. Ever since the skate park, I usually kept talking to Danny down to the minimum.

During the last class of the day, I was starting to get really curious as I watched Danny pass notes back and forth with these kids. Of course, when I asked him about them he used basically the same excuse he did last time. "You wouldn't want to read it."

It went on like this until the teacher came in and the notes stopped coming. When class was over, he picked all of the notes up and threw them in the trash on his way out.

I stayed behind, giving him the excuse that I would catch up with him later. When mostly everyone was gone, and no one was looking, I reached into the trash can very cautiously and picked up some of the notes and stuff them in my pockets. I felt like I shouldn't have them but all at once I think I had the right to know if they were talking about me. I quickly made my way into the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I opened up the crumbled notes and read one to Danny:

How is it being best friends with the backstabber?

One of Danny's replies:

He doesn't tell me anything! I don't know why Matt even wants me to hang out with him…

Wait. Hold on. What does Matt have to do with anything? I opened another note:

That sucks. Has he said anything about Matt or Juanita though?

Danny's response:

No! Mostly all he does it snap at me! It's so annoying. How much longer do I have to pretend to be his friend?

Wait. So Danny never actually wanted to be my friend? He never stood up for me in the bathroom? Could it have been someone else? Had Matt made him do this? What could Matt gain from Danny being friends with me? I rushed out of school and didn't even give Nat time to say anything. "Let's go home," I said, walking towards the car.

"Why are–,"

"I'll tell you when we get home. I just really want to leave."

We walked back to the car and drove home. I don't if Nat told her not to, or if she just figured she shouldn't but Rosalina didn't stay. She promised to call later though. Nat and I walked into the apartment and the minute I put down my backpack he spoke up, "What happened?" He demanded.

"Danny's a traitor," I said, turning to face him.

He looked confused. "What?"

"Danny. The kid you told me I should give a chance? The kid who's been following me around, the only one, who's been talking to me, is a traitor. He's a traitor! He's a backstabber! He's just like Matt!" My voice got louder and louder. "He's the backstabber! Not me! I didn't do anything and they all hate me!" I collapsed face first onto the couch and squeezed my eyes shut, forcing the tears to stay back.

Nat sat on the couch next to me and put his hand on my back. "I'm sorry, Alex. I'm really, really sorry."

"No you're not," I said into the couch.

"Yes I am."

"No you're not," I said, sitting up with tears coming out now even though I didn't want them to. "How could you be sorry? You're not in trouble, you have friends, and nobody hates you."

"That doesn't mean I can't be sorry. Those kids are mean, rude and they're jerks. They don't deserve to be your friend."

I rubbed my eyes so that I'd stop crying. "But I don't get it. I didn't do anything to anyone and they all hate me."

"I know Alex and I don't know why they picked you as their target because you aren't mean to anyone."

"Oh well, I guess," I said, leaning back on the couch.

"No, not 'oh well.' We have to do something about this," Nat said.

"Like what?"

"We'll figure out something. But we can't just let this go. I'm tired of just letting it go. You don't deserve to be treated so poorly. I hate to see you–"

A pounding on the door interrupted him.

"I got it." Nat got up and walked over to the door. He opened the door to reveal the whole band, and Cooper. They all looked like they were out of breath.

I walked over to the door. "What are you guys doing here?"

"We wanted to come to hang out," Thomas said.

"But on the way up we saw Juanita and Matt go into the elevator," Cooper said.

A/N-I'm not exactly sure how many chapters are left for this story though, but I'll let you guys know.

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~NatalinaFanForever~