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

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Sorry for the slightly late update. I got sidetracked this weekend.

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When we got home, Nat was sitting on the couch watching TV with his feet propped up on a stool. "Hey Nat," I said as Alex and I dropped our stuff by the door.

"Hey guys," He said, slowly getting up.

"Nat, could I talk to you in the kitchen?" I asked.

"Sure," He walked into the kitchen and I followed behind him. "Alex get started on your homework," He called over his shoulder. "So what's up?"

"Have you talked to Jesse yet today?"

"Not since you left, no, I haven't."

"We need to call her or at least call Dr. Brennan because if you can get in to see him the sooner you can stop seeing him."

"But I don't want to see him sooner."

"Nat, I'm telling you it'd be better. You'll know what you have to do to get better and then you won't ever have to see him again."

He narrowed his eyes as he stared at me for a few minutes.

"You're so stubborn," I said giving him a look.

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too," I said as Alex said it in the living room.

"Alex," Nat said sternly, not even looking at his brother.

I could see Alex look back at his homework.

"Just say yes," I begged, stepping towards him, taking his hands in mine. "Please."

"Fine, I'll go to the doctor soon."

"Thank you."

"What else did you want to talk about?"

"The guys," I said, beginning to play with his hands. "They don't know about your dad, do they?"

"No," Nat said shaking his head. "They don't know anything. At all."

"And I'm not saying you have to tell them," I assured him. "But they also think you hate having people over."

"That's because of…" He trailed off.

"I know. So why don't you invite them over? You guys can hang out and I'll go home and clean up around my house for…" I sighed, suddenly remembering I had no idea where my dad was or if he was okay or even alive. I pulled away from Nat. "I…I have to go, Nat. I'll see you later, okay? Call me." I turned to walk out of the kitchen but Nat grabbed my hand and pulled me into hug.

"It's gonna be okay," He said quietly, stroking my hair. "Everything will turn out fine."

"You don't know that," I mumbled into his chest.

"Yeah I do. Just trust me."

I took a deep breath and pulled away from him. "Thanks. But I still have to go. Just because my dad might never come home…" I trailed off, literally biting back tears. "That doesn't mean I shouldn't clean up. I'll see you later."

"Wait," Nat said, walking over and picking up my backpack for me. "Let me walk you home."

"Nat, you don't have–"

"No, but I want to. Let's go." He took my hand and opened the apartment door. "Alex, I'll be back in a few minutes, okay? Keep the door locked, don't answer it for anyone."

"Gotcha' bro!" Alex called back as we walked out the door.

We walked out of the building and down the street towards my house. "You know you didn't have to walk me home."

"Like I said, I want to."

"But I'm perfectly capable of walking by myself."

"Rosie, I've seen it all before. The main girl in the story gets distraught and she leaves her boyfriend's house, and her boyfriend–with a slight regret–lets her go and because she is distraught while walking home she doesn't see the car when she's crossing the street and since she didn't see the car, the driver didn't really see her and she gets hit, she goes to the hospital and is in a life threatening coma until God knows how long!"

"What stories have you been reading?" I asked, giving a weird him a look.

"It's a long story," He said. "But either way, I'd feel a lot better if I walked you home."

"Well I'm not distraught," I told him.

"Rosalina, you act like I don't know you at all," Nat said, giving me a look. "It's okay to be scared or worried about your dad. But you don't have to hide it from me."

"I'm not."

He gave me a look again.

"Okay, maybe I am, but I just don't want you to worry about me. You have enough to worry about."

"I'm not worried, because I know everything will be fine."

"If you say so." I knew he had to be even a little bit nervous. I mean I know he's "Nat Wolff the guy who's too cool for school" or whatever, but that doesn't mean he can't worry about stuff too. "Speaking of Dad's," I said. "What's going on with your dad?"

"I don't know," Nat sighed. "To be honest, I really don't care."

"You mean you don't want to know even the tiniest bit? You don't want to know what happened to him?"

He shrugged wordlessly.

"Nat, c'mon, talk to me."

"I told the police officers that I don't care what happens to him. I don't want to know unless he's being released. Otherwise I could care less."

"He hurt you that much, didn't he?" I asked, looking at him

Nat nodded. "He's out of our lives; in the past. I don't want to see him anymore."

"What if he became sober? What if he changes his ways?"

He stopped walking, let go of my hand, and looked at me. "Do you know something I don't?"

"N-No, I don't," I said shaking my head frantically. "I was just wondering."

"Are you sure? Because you don't sound sure."

"I'm sure, I swear."

"Okay. Well, maybe if he became sober…I'd want to talk to him–maybe. Maybe. It depends."

"It depends on what?"

"It just depends, okay?" He snapped.

I looked at him and he stopped walking and sighed, covering his face with his hands. "Is there something you're stressed about that you're not telling me?"

"No," He said, moving his hands. He hadn't moved from his spot.

"You usually only snap on someone when you you're stressed."

"I know, I'm sorry, I just…I'm not stressed, and I'm not worried."

"Then what's wrong, Nat?" I asked stepping towards him and taking his hand again.

"Can we talk about this when we get to your house?" He asked quietly.

I nodded and we continued walking to my house in silence. When we got there, I led the way inside and Nat closed the door behind us. We walked into the living room and sat on the couch. "So tell me what's going on."

"It's really nothing," He said. "I'm just freaked out about this whole injury thing."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid that…that they'll find something else wrong. And the last thing I want is to spend any more time in that creepy freaking place."

"Well there is nothing else wrong though, right? Just your back but that's nothing to really be seriously worried about."

"You're right," He said nodding. "You're right. I'm just freaking out over nothing."

"Dr. Brennan is just trying to help."

"I know, but he really creeps me out," Nat joked, trying to hide a grin. "I've just always had this thing about doctors. That's part of the reason why I didn't want to say anything in the first place."

"That's what you get when you date me," I told him.

"And I wouldn't trade it for anything," He said, leaning down and kissing me. "I gotta go, I can't leave Alex alone for a long time. But I'll call you later." He got up and walked towards the front door.

"And you're going to call Jesse and the doctor too, right?" I called after him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," He said, waving me off.

"Hey, wait, wait," I said, getting up and walking after him. "Just call please. Everything will be fine, and Dr. Brennan will help you."

"I know. I will," He promised. "And I'll call you after I do."

"Good. Thank you."

"I'll do anything for you, Rosie."

A/N-I know this story may sort of seem like it's dragging on...or at least it seems that way to me, but I already know how it's going to end. I'm also finished writing this story and but you guys have a lot more to read so don't worry. And yes, I will try to work "Just A Face in the Hall", I promise. It's going to take some time though.

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