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

Hey guys!

So being the big writer/reader that I am, I have read The Fault in Our Stars by John Green (if you haven't read this book you need to read it like ASAP) and have faithfully followed the updates of it becoming a movie. And even though I've known this for a while now, Nat is playing one of the main characters and they released the trailer for the movie today and it's sooo awesome you guys should DEFINITELY check it out!

Anyway... Sorry for the late-ish update. Writing just hasn't been coming easily to me anymore... but I'm working on a personal novel as of right now, (along with school and other extracurricular stuff) so I'm trying to balance my time out.

Enjoy! (:

Rosalina's POV

"Shouldn't I be the one protecting you?" Nat asked.

"It's not like you're not, right? I mean you carried me practically everywhere when I sprained my ankle."

"True."

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I could already tell who it was without looking. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"What's wrong?" Nat asked worriedly.

"Nothing, it's just my dad."

"What's wrong with your dad?" He looked confused.

"It's just that he's never home, and I never see him. I haven't seen him at all this week. He doesn't even know about you, or the fact that I sprained my ankle. I'm surprised he knows what I look like anymore."

"You don't mean that," He said, taking my hand. "You should appreciate having a dad that loves you and takes care of you."

"Yeah, well sometimes I'm not so sure…"

"Rosalina," He said, causing me to look up at him. "Trust me. He loves you. He doesn't scream at you or hit you. I'm pretty sure he loves you."

"Nat, you know I didn't mean–"

"I know what you meant Rosie. It's okay."

I gave him a sympathetic smile. "I'll always care about you."

"Lucky me," He joked. "I'll always care about you too."

~NBB~

"Rosalina, are you home?"

I came down the stairs and walked into the kitchen. "Yeah, I'm here."

It was the next evening. Nat stopped by for a little while right after school, but didn't stay long. Since then I've been in my room doing homework and hadn't even heard my dad come in the house.

"Oh it's good to see you after so long," my dad said, as he put some more papers into his briefcase.

"Yeah…it's been a while," I said, leaning up against the door frame.

"I know, and I'm sorry, but I can't talk long. I have to get to a business meeting in Michigan."

"Michigan? But you just got home!"

"I know, I know, but you know how my boss is."

"You're never home anymore," I mumbled.

"What was that, Rosalina?"

"You're never home anymore," I repeated, louder this time.

"Rosalina, you know I–"

"No Dad, you're not sorry because if you were sorry you'd start making time to come home. I literally never see you anymore. This is the first time I've seen you since…since I don't even know how long!"

"You know that if I could spend more time at home I would, but my boss put me in for more hours, and I can't turn them down and you know that."

"Why not? It's not like you don't work enough anyway! We have more than enough money and you've worked more than enough hours."

"If I turn down my boss I could lose my job and then we won't have any money."

"You can't ask your boss from one break?"

"No, I can't."

"Not even to spend time with me?" I realized how selfish I sounded, but it was true. I never saw Dad anymore. I was lucky to see him once in a month.

"Rosalina, I can't."

"Fine, I get it. Just throw yourself into your work so we'll never see each other. I get it. You'd much rather go to work and go on business trips than spend time with your own daughter."

"Rosalina, you know that's not true."

"Oh really?" I could feel tears in my eyes now and I didn't even really understand why. "Then fine, go off on your stupid business trip! See if I care! And I'll be more than happy when you're finally gone!" I shouted. I couldn't even control what I was saying anymore. Before Dad even could think about responding, I turned and ran out of the house and blindly down the street. I meant what I said. He never cared about me, only his work. I glanced back at the house to see if Dad had even tried following me, but I ended up running into someone in front of me. "I'm sorry. Excuse me."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, where're you going? What happened?" Someone held me by my arms.

I didn't even try to meet their eyes. I probably looked like a psychotic girl, seeing as I was basically on the verge of hysterics. I tried pulling free from them. "Please let me go."

"Rosie, it's me, relax."

I looked up and saw a blurry figure that I recognized as Nat. "I-I and my dad was…"

"Okay, okay, just calm down." He pulled me into a tight, yet comforting hug.

The smell of Nat's cologne calmed me down a bit. He rubbed my back. "God Rosalina you're shaking."

"I-I'm sorry, I'm just…"

"Are you okay to walk?"

"Yeah, I-I think so…"

"Then let's get you home–"

"No!" I shouted. "I-I won't. I can't. Not until I know…he's gone."

Instead of asking why, like I thought he would, Nat just nodded. "Okay, then you'll come with me."

"Wh-where's Alex?" I managed to stutter out as we walked slowly down the block.

Nat took my shoulders and steadied me, despite my shaking. "He's at school still. I was going to pick him up."

"Oh."

We walked in silence for a little while and Nat had a firm arm around me to keep me steady. "So do you want to explain to me what happened?" He asked, glancing at me.

"My dad…he just makes me mad, and he doesn't even care."

"What do you mean?"

"He came home today," I explained. "And it was only to say that he's going on a business trip to Michigan."

Nat didn't respond.

"And when I asked my dad to stay home, when I explained to him that I never see him anymore, he didn't care. He just kept saying he had to go because we need the money, but I mean we can't need the money that badly right? Where does all the money he's already making go?"

"I don't know," Nat sighed. "But I'm sorry he keeps leaving you. If I were him, I'd never leave you alone."

"Why?"

"Because boys would come at you too easily. Or some boy could just grab you and," He stopped, grabbed my waist and spun me around. "Sweep you off your feet and he'd never see you again."

I laughed as he set me back down. "I think it's too late for that now."

"Oh really? Who's swept you off your feet?"

I took his hand. "His name's Nat Wolff, ever heard of him?"

"Doesn't ring a bell," He said shaking his head.

I laughed as we walked up to the middle school. By now I had calmed down enough to walk on my own, but Nat and I walked into the middle school together anyway. "So where's Alex?" I asked, looking at Nat.

"He's in his classroom, follow me." He led the way to a classroom that I remember going to when I was younger, and we stopped in the open doorway. He knocked on the door. "Alex, you ready to go?"

"Yeah," came Alex's voice from inside the room.

"Thanks for letting him stay for a little while after school, Miss Wilson," Nat said.

"It's no problem," said a woman's voice who I assumed was Miss Wilson.

"Bye Miss Wilson," Alex said, walking out of the room. He looked up and noticed me there. "Hey Rosalina."

"Hey Alex." I smiled at him.

We walked back through the school hallway towards the front door. "Did you get your homework done?" Nat asked, looking at his brother.

"Yep, no homework for me!" He said happily. He walked ahead of us and I turned to Nat.

"Why does he stay after school?" I asked quietly.

Nat looked at me and lowered his voice, "I want to make sure it's safe for him to come home. Sometimes I don't know when my dad will be home and what he's like."

I looked worriedly at Nat.

"But don't tell him that, okay?"

I glanced at Alex. He shouldn't have to worry about whether or not it's safe to go home. But I remembered what I promised Nat and I looked back at him.

He was watching me worriedly, as if I would say no.

Honestly, I should say no. No one–not Alex and especially not Nat–deserved to worry about something like that.

"Okay, I promise."

A/N-Review? I could really use some positive feedback right now. (:

~NatalinaFanForever~