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

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Sorry this update is so late, and sort of short. They will get longer, I promise!

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I walked out of the apartment and headed home. I don't know why I was so eager to go home, when I knew it was empty. But I had a feeling that I should go just to check on some things. When I got home, I dropped my backpack and walked into the kitchen where I noticed the answering machine was flashing, meaning we had a new message. Maybe it's from Dad. I pushed the button and a voice pierced the silence of the house:

"Hello, this is J.F.K. Airport. According to our records, a person at this residence was a passenger on one of our recent flights. We have called to inform you that this flight has encountered unexpected turbulence and had to do a crash landing. Some of the passengers on this flight were injured and were taken to nearby hospitals…" I didn't hear the rest of the message because I ran to the living room to turn on the news. Maybe there was something on there. I flipped through a few channels and finally found one. I listened closely: "…plane made a crash landing on the way to Michigan. Many passengers on this plane were injured and taken to various hospitals. At this point, no passengers are reported deceased, but none have been identified."

I was in shock. I was so shocked that I didn't cry, I didn't scream, I didn't talk, didn't shout, didn't squeak, didn't move. All I could do was turn off the TV, drop the remote, and walk upstairs to my bedroom. I fell onto my bed and eventually at some point, after I lost track of how long I'd been lying there, I started to cry. Technically, Dad was missing. He could be lost, injured, in a coma, unconscious, hurt, confused, bleeding–dying. But I wouldn't know. I was ashamed of myself. After all those things I said to him…I didn't even say goodbye. I didn't even say I loved him. I'm so stupid. How could I have said all those things? Especially before a trip? What if I never see him again? What if I never get to say I'm sorry? How am I supposed to take care of myself? What will I do?

I knew that Nat will probably wonder where I am or why I didn't come over, but I don't trust myself to walk over to his house right now. I'll see him tomorrow, maybe, hopefully when things were better. And as I fell asleep from the exhaustion of crying, the last thing I wondered is if Dad will ever forgive me.

~NBB~

When I woke up the next morning, I pulled out my cell phone from underneath my pillow and checked the time. It was already 10:30, on a school day. At first, I didn't care. So what if I missed another day of school? It's not like they could kick me out or anything. But then I remembered what I promised Nat. Alex! Was he okay? How'd he get to school? Nat must've realized something was wrong. What about Nat? Did he take his medication this morning? Did Jesse abandon him again?

I noticed my phone said I had 7 unread messages and 10 missed calls. I opened the messages first. All 7 were from Nat:

Wake up, sleepy-head!

Running late, are we?

Rosalina, where are you?

Are you okay? Is something wrong?

Did I do something?

If you don't answer, I'm dragging myself over to your house.

And the final one was sent just minutes ago:

Rosalina. If you don't answer in ten minutes, I'm sneaking out the fire escape to see you. Now unless you're lying dead on the kitchen floor, you better respond.

I replied:

I'm fine. Overslept. Missing school today. I'll still pick up Alex later.

Literally seconds later Nat responded:

Overslept? That's not the Rosalina I know. Would you come over please? I want to talk to you.

I sighed. I knew I probably should. Maybe if I told Nat what happened, I'd feel better. I replied:

I don't know Nat. I don't feel very well.

He responded:

If you don't come over here, I'm sneaking out to your house. Take your pick.

I rolled my eyes. There's the stubbornness kicking in. I replied:

Okay, I'll be over in a few minutes.

I leisurely got out of bed, lazily changed my clothes, grabbed my key, and walked out of my house. I didn't bother to shower, and I knew I wouldn't be able to eat anything. I walked over to Nat's apartment and let myself in. Luckily, Jesse wasn't in sight so I didn't have to worry about questions from her. I walked into Nat's room, and immediately Nat looked at me worriedly. "What's wrong?" He asked. When I only stood there and stared back at him in reply, he said, "Come here."

I walked over and sat on his bed.

"Tell me what happened. I can tell something's wrong. You overslept, you didn't come over yesterday, and you just seem off. I can tell."

I looked at his wall, trying to avoid him. His walls were plastered with different posters of many different bands, the Beatles being the most recognizable one.

"Rosalina, please talk to me."

"It's…my dad," I said, looking down and playing with a loose thread in his blanket.

"What about him?"

"I think he's hurt," I said quietly. "He's missing."

"What do you mean?"

"I got a call last night from the airport. They were calling about how one of the flights they had some kind of problem and it made a crash landing. All the passengers were taken to hospitals somewhere. No one's been reported dead as of yesterday."

A/N-So... Rosalina's dad is hurt? Could he be...dead?

What do you think?!

~NatalinaFanForever~