Author: NatalinaFanForever PM
After I moved to NYC when my mom died, I thought my life was over. And I was only eleven. I had to live with my dad and stepbrother who I never talked to. Then one day I meet this boy, his name's Nathaniel. But I call him Nat and he calls me Rosie. Suddenly, I think I like it here.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Friendship/Family - Rosalina & Nat - Chapters: 17 - Words: 28,631 - Reviews: 57 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 12 - Updated: 01-22-13 - Published: 06-19-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8234287
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A/N-I DO NOT OWN THE NAKED BROTHERS BAND!
This is my NEW story 'Mystery Girl'! I hope you guys enjoy it!
"Rosalina! Lunch is ready!"
"I'm not hungry!" I laid back down on my new bed. It had my same sheets from my old house but, all at once it didn't feel the same. I had moved here to New York from Connecticut, because my mom died and my dad moved to New York after they divorced when I was three. Now, I was only eleven and forced to make a new life. Oh and did I mention I had an annoying younger step-brother and a crazy new step-mom? It was a lot to adjust to, and I had no idea how I was going to do so. But one thing is for sure, I needed to get out of this house.
I walked downstairs completely ignoring my step-brother Josh's greetings of, "Hi Boobalina!"
"Dad, can I go to the park?"
"Sure, but don't you want Josh to show you?"
I glanced at Josh. "No thanks, I think I got it."
My dad nodded as I set out the front door and down the block to the park I saw on the way here from the airport. When I reached the park, I sat on the swing farthest away from anyone else.
The closest people to me were these two boys. One looked about Josh's age (which was nine) and the other boy looked a few years younger then him.
I sat slowly swinging, looking around the park, when I sensed someone behind me. I looked to the swing next to me and saw the boy who looked like he was nine.
"H-hello luv," He said. He had a slight British accent.
"I…uh, haven't seen you around here before."
"Yeah, I don't come here a lot."
"My name's Nathaniel, but most people call me Nat."
This boy Nat was kinda odd…but he had this cute smile and brown messy hair that just made him hard not to like. The British accent was a little weird, but I'll get over it.
"I'm Rosalina," I said, adding a smile.
"Rosalina," Nat mumbled to himself. "I like that name."
"Thanks…I like your name too."
And from there, I was sold. Nat was probably the nicest boy I've ever met. We sat on the swings all afternoon talking, laughing, and just having fun. I completely forgot about the fact that I would be going home to my dad, step-mom, and step-brother.
"So-so what's your family like?" He asked, as we laid on the grass near the swings.
"Oh…their…um…okay," I said shrugging, pretending not to notice his stutter or his accent.
"It doesn't sound like their okay."
"Well…um…this is my first day ever in New York. Because…my mom…died…and my parents are divorced…"
Nat sat up to look at me. "Your parents are divorced?"
I smiled. "Hey, you don't have a British accent anymore."
He cleared his throat. "Oh, sorry—"
"No, it's fine. I like your real voice better," I said, sitting up too.
"Yeah…I don't even know why I used it…it just kinda…happened."
"So your parents are divorced?"
"Yeah, but my mom died a few weeks ago, so I had to move here."
"Aw c'mon, New York isn't so bad."
"I don't think it is…but I just don't wanna live here with my dad and my annoying step-brother and his crazy mom."
"You don't like your dad?" Nat asked, looking confused.
"I don't know him…I haven't seen him since I was three."
"Oh…my mom died when I was four."
"I'm sorry Nat, I didn't even know—"
"So what about your family?" I asked as he looked at the little boy he was with earlier.
"That's my little brother Alexander, but everyone calls him Alex. He's six. My dad's at home."
Alex had an American flag do-rag on, with the ends of his curly hair sticking out in the back. He had brown hair, just like Nat. He had socks tied around his ankles and his main colors basically consisted of red, white, and blue.
"Alex loves to play the drums. He used to play the sax but the drums are better for him."
"That's so cool!"
"Hey Alex!" Nat called, waving his brother over.
Alex ran over to us, smiled at me then looked at his older brother. "What's wrong, Nat?" His practically baby voice asked.
"Alex this is my friend, Rosalina. Rosalina, this is my little brother, Alex."
"Hi Alex," I said, smiling at the six year old.
"Little? Little? Even though I'm three years younger, I'm way smarter then you are," Alex said, turning to look at Nat.
I laughed. "Hey Alex, is it true you play drums?"
The little boy's attention turned to me. "Yep. Best there is!"
"You should hear him play sometime," Nat suggested.
"Yeah, me and Nat are gonna start a band when we get older," Alex added.
"Do you play an instrument too?"
"Well mostly piano," Nat said shrugging.
"That's pretty cool. But I should probably get home. It'll be dark soon and I don't exactly know my way around yet so I'll see you guys later," I said, standing up and brushing myself off.
Nat quickly stood up next to me. "D-do you want me to walk you home?"
He seemed pretty nervous, and I really did need some help getting around so I replied, "Sure, if you want to."
"Of course we do, right Alex?"
So Nat and Alex walked me home. Its obvious these boys are related because they are both really funny. I think Alex wants to be like his big brother, yet his own person. He's very loud and not afraid to share his opinion. I can tell Nat cares for his little brother and tries to be a good influence on his brother. Nat is definitely the quieter and shy one of the two of them though.
We reached my front gate just as the sun was beginning to set.
"How about tomorrow we can meet at the park after breakfast and me and Alex can show you our favorite spots in the city," Nat offered.
"Hmm…I don't know…running around with two boys I just met, who are nine and six years old in New York city?" I wondered aloud with a smile.
Nat laughed. "C'mon it'll be fun! I promise, nothing bad will happen," He said.
I shrugged. "Sure why not."
"Cool, so we'll see you at tomorrow at the park?"
"Yep," I said smiling. I walked inside the gate, waved goodbye to Nat and Alex, and slipped inside the house.
"Who was that, Boobalina?" Josh asked immediately.
I ignored him, making my way to the living room.
"Dad! Rosalina's talking to strangers!" He yelled, running ahead of me.
"Am not!" I yelled, running into the room after him.
"Then who was that boy you were talking to?"
"None of your business, Joshua!" I snapped at him.
"Were you talking to a boy Rosalina?" Dad asked, giving me a stern look.
"Yeah, but he's only a friend. I just met him at the park. He and his little brother are really nice and their the only friend I have here."
"That's fine with me," Dad said, turning his stern look into a smile.
"Well its not alright with me," Miss Kaye said.
"Your not my mom, so it doesn't matter what's fine with you or whether or not you approve of my friends because your not my mom and you'll never be anything close!" I practically screamed at her, running out of the house, down the block and straight to the park. I don't care if it was almost dark, I hated that house and everything about it. Angry, hot tears streamed down my face as I tripped and fell to the ground. The woodchips scratched my legs and a chilling breeze blew through the park.
I looked around with tears still pouring down my cheeks. It was becoming darker by the minute, the park was deserted, and I wouldn't be able to find my way home soon.
A blurry figure appeared in my line of vision and I quickly began to crawl backwards.
The figure came closer and closer until I backed into a bench and it rammed into the back of my head. I winced, and shut my eyes tightly. I was breathing heavily, my head hurt, I hated my step-mother, and it was becoming too much.
I fell into the comforting darkness as I heard someone calling me.
A/N-Did you guys like it? A cliff hanger already! Guess who's calling Rosalina! I bet you'll all get it right!
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