A/N-I DO NOT OWN THE NAKED BROTHERS BAND!
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I know this chapter is LONG over-due because I haven't update in a while and I am really, really sorry. A lot of crazy stuff is happening and I don't have a lot of time to write right now. Once school is out for the year I will start posting more often but until then you'll have to bear with me.
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Rosalina's POV
I sat down next to Nat at our table and all the guys were sitting across from him.
"Wait so let me get this straight," David was saying. "Principal Schmoke is making Rosalina tutor you as a punishment?"
Nat nodded.
"What kind of punishment is that?" Thomas asked.
"He thinks we still hate each other," I explained. "And anyway it's better than suspension."
"Yeah right," Nat said sarcastically.
I elbowed him gently. "It is better," I told him. "The last thing you need is to be out of school even more."
"What have you even been doing that gets your teacher so upset?" Cooper asked, looking at Nat.
We all looked at Nat expectantly, who shrugged. "I don't know…I mean…I've been writing a lot in my notebook."
"What have you been writing?" I asked.
Nat reached down and pulled out a notebook.
"Were you sitting on that?" Qaasim asked, watching as he handed it to me.
"No…I tucked it under my leg."
Qaasim, Thomas and David gave him a weird look.
"I don't want anyone to read it!"
I flipped open the notebook and read the first couple of lines.
In my room I wonder why
I am bare and hollow
In my eyes I look for a light
And I try to follow
In the wind my words appear
To avoid (afold?) their meaning
Do they voice the things I fear
Or everything I'm dreaming
Am I illuminated
Am I as bright as a street light
Is this an illuminated dream
I flipped to another page and read:
Watch from afar you were here
Only seconds ago
Running your hands through your hair
My eyes glazed over I'm gazing
And I have now noticed
I know we could be closer
Maybe there's a reason
I stand in your presence
I see you're unhappy
I can tell
I looked up at Nat. "This is really good. Are they song lyrics?"
"I don't know," He shrugged, staring at the page. "I just wrote them."
I quickly flipped through the rest of the book. "It looks like you've written a lot."
"I've got a lot of time."
"Can I see?" Cooper asked, looking at Nat again.
Nat nodded and I handed Cooper the notebook. The guys crowded around him to get a look.
"How long have you been writing?" I asked.
"Well I've always written here and there…but since I met you…I've wanted to write more and more."
"Do you know how to play any instruments?"
"Yes he does," Cooper answered for Nat. "He used to play a lot when we were younger."
"What happened?"
"Mom died and Dad…." He trailed off, and I knew what he meant. "I lost interest."
I gave him an apologetic look.
"But since I met you I've kind of wanted to get back into it."
"Isn't that sweet," Thomas said sarcastically.
"So that would explain the piano in your guys' apartment," I said.
Nat nodded again.
"Why'd you keep this from us?" David asked.
"I just didn't think it was that important."
"This is really important!" I said excitedly.
"You're a really good writer, dude," Thomas told him.
"Hey uh, I gotta go…um–do something." Nat took the notebook from Cooper. "I'll see you guys later, okay?" He said, getting up.
"Are you okay?" I asked, looking up at him worriedly.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He nodded. "I'll see you at home."
The guys and I watched Nat walk out of the cafeteria and when I turned back around to face them, Cooper spoke up first. "Do you think he's okay?"
"Yeah, I think so. I wonder where he had to go…"
~NBB~
Since Principal Schmoke brought up the fact that a lot of people still think we hate each other, Nat and I agreed it'd be safer (for just a little while) to meet up outside the school to pick up Alex. Once we did, we walked home, since Nat seemed to want to avoid Jesse lately.
"So do you want to tell me where you went at lunch today?"
Nat shrugged. "I just went to my locker. I wanted to get to class on time."
"Since when have you cared about school?" Alex spoke up suddenly.
"I've always cared," Nat said, giving him a look. "I just…never really…"
"Cared?" Alex offered.
"Alex! I have too cared. I just didn't always show it."
"Why not?" I asked, looking at him.
"That's not the point," He said, and I could tell he was trying to keep calm. "The point is, I decided with Principal Schmoke on my back about school, I should probably start putting effort towards school."
"Good idea," I said, even though I didn't completely believe him.
When we got to the apartment Alex went straight for the kitchen, while I grabbed Nat's hand and led him over to the piano. "Rosalina, what are you doing?"
I pulled him over to the piano bench and sat him down. "Play something."
"What are you talking abo–"
"Play something."
He sighed, but looked at me. "What do you want me to play?"
"Anything, just play something."
He faced the piano and began playing a song that I hadn't ever heard before. It was short, and when he was done he looked at me.
"Where did you learn that?"
"I wrote it."
"You write music?"
He nodded.
"Why didn't you tell me all of this?"
He shrugged. "I told you. I didn't think it was important."
"It's really important!"
"Why?"
"Give me your notebook."
"Rosalina, why–?"
"Let me see it, please."
He pulled the notebook out of his backpack and handed it to me.
I opened to one of the songs and put it in front of him. "Try putting that to music."
He started playing some notes. "In my room I wonder why…I am bare and hollow. In my eyes I look for a light…and I try to follow," He sang softly.
I smiled excitedly.
"In the wind my words appear…to avoid their meaning. Will they voice the things I fear…or everything I'm dreaming…Am I illuminated…Am I as bright as a street light…is this an illuminated dream?"
"That's really good dude!" Alex said excitedly. "That's awesome!"
"Nat, do you know what this means?"
"What does it mean?"
"This is how you get your feelings out! By writing music!"
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