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

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Nat's POV

"Nothing."

"It's obviously something. What is it?" I tried reaching behind her, but she moved out of the way.

"It's nothing. Nothing at all."

"Rosalina, c'mon. Why are you keeping it from me?"

"I'm not."

"Then let me see it."

"Uh…no?"

"Rosalina!" Before she could even think about moving away, I grabbed her, threw her over my shoulder, carried her over to the couch (despite her protest), threw her onto the couch and kneeled on top of her. "Now give it to me," I demanded.

"Over my dead body," She joked, staring up at me.

"Don't make me do this, Rosalina. Just give me whatever it is your hiding."

"I'd rather not."

Even though it seemed like she wasn't going to give in any time soon, I had an idea. I leaned down and began kissing her gently but it soon escalated to making out. And I loved kissing Rosalina, but this time it wasn't exactly because I wanted to. This was a distraction.

When she reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, I knew she had momentarily forgotten about whatever was behind her back.

I gently reached under her and pulled out the paper she'd been hiding. I quickly pulled away from her.

"Nat, give it back!"

"Just let me see it," I said, holding it out of her reach. I steadied what I now realized was a picture so I could get a good look at it. It was a picture of Alex, my dad and I about three years ago. "Why are you trying to hide this from me?" I asked, looking down at her.

"I didn't want you to get upset or anything."

I folded up the picture and put it in my back pocket. "I won't. Don't worry about it."

"I'm sorry," She said, sighing.

"Don't be. I know you're just trying to help, and I'm thankful for that."

She smiled up at me.

"So then where were we?" I leaned down and began kissing her again, but she pulled back.

"Nat," She whispered. "Alex is in the other room."

"So what?" I said, beginning to kiss her again.

"This is really–not the thing–a twelve year old–should be seeing on his couch," She said between kisses.

I sighed. "I guess you're right." I kissed her for a few more minutes.

Even though she was kissing me back, I could feel her gently push me off.

I carefully stood up from the couch as Rosalina sat up correctly. "Is something wrong?"

She only shook her head.

"Rosie, talk to me," I said, sitting next to her.

"I'm fine," She said quietly.

"No you're not. Tell me what's wrong."

"I…I, um…I'm just," She sighed. "A little nervous."

"About what?"

"Well, every other girl you've been with has always done what you wanted. I mean…they've always made out with you when you wanted them to. But I'm…I'm not used to it."

I didn't respond.

She nodded. "I mean, I know it sounds stupid because I'm a senior and I'm supposed to have done all this crazy stuff, and I'm supposed to have already had my first kiss and everything, but every other boyfriend I've had…it's never been this serious. I've never felt the way I feel about you."

"Rosalina, I've told you before if I ever do something you're not comfortable with, you just have to tell me. I would never do anything intentionally to make you uncomfortable."

"I know, I'm sorry. I just got a little freaked out."

"It's okay, Rosie. I'm just glad you told me." I gently kissed her head and stood up from the couch. "So, what do you want to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what do you want to do? We've got the whole weekend to ourselves."

"Well you've got homework to catch up on."

"Rosie, c'mon," I groaned. "Can't we do something fun?"

"You're not gonna think it's fun when you have to do all your homework on Sunday night."

I sighed. "Fine, I'll do homework."

…

"I don't get it."

"What do you mean you don't get it?"

"I don't get it," I repeated.

We were sitting at the kitchen counter with my books spread out everywhere. Rosalina was trying to help me catch up on some English lessons, and I just couldn't understand it. I mean, English isn't hard. But I've been having trouble focusing lately.

"Hey, look at me."

I looked up from the book.

"It's simple. All you have to remember is that literature, in this case poems, use literary devices. Literary devices include but aren't limited to personification, imagery, similes, metaphors and hyperbole."

"Hyperbole? That sounds like gibberish!"

"It's not! It's an exaggeration!"

"Then call it an exaggeration, not hy-whatever-it's-called!"

She laughed, shaking her head. "That's not how it works."

"Well it should work that way," I said, leaning back from the table. "Man I'm hungry."

"We need to finish this before you even think about food."

"But I'm so hungry I could eat a horse!" I whined.

Her eyes widened as she looked at me. "You just–you just did it!"

"Did what?"

"You just used hyperbole."

"That's hyperbole?"

"Yes! That's what hyperbole is!"

"Really? I didn't know that."

"You'd know if you paid attention in class," She joked, giving me a look.

"Hey, watch it Tai."

"I guess you can eat now."

"Yes!" I quickly pushed away from the counter and without thinking I reached up to get something from the high cabinet, but immediately regretted it as a sharp pain shot through my side. I winced, moving to hold my side. Why did that hurt so badly?

"Nat? Are you okay?" Rosalina asked, quickly running over to me.

"Yeah, yeah, that just…" Really hurt.

"What?"

"Um, it just kind of hurt."

"C'mon, come and sit down." She led me over to the couch and I carefully sat down. She sat next to me. "You okay?"

I nodded.

She kissed my head. "Are you still hungry? I can get you something. Or if you want I can make you something–"

"No, no, I want you to sit here with me."

"You're sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting it."

"That's why you have to be careful, Nat."

"I know, I know."

"Do you want me to get your medicine or anything?"

"No, I'll take it later. I'm fine."

She took my good hand and gripped it tightly. "I do care about you, you know."

I smiled. "Lucky me."