Note: Hey so in this fic the ages are:

Nat and the guys: 17

Kristina: 17

Rosalina: 19

Alex: 14

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All I could hear was buzzing. Not literal buzzing...the voices of hundreds of reports combined as I took my seat at the long table, seated at the far left. I looked over and craned my neck to see Nat sit in the very center, Kristina next to him. That should have been my seat. This whole thing was damage control for them, after all.

"Ladies and Gentlemen if you would please take your seats, the press conference is about to begin." Cooper, said, from somewhere offstage. I sighed and glanced out at the sea of people.

Alex took a seat next to me.

"This is stupid. I don't want to be here." he mumbled.

"Join the club." I sighed, glancing over at Nat again.

The press conference had already started.

"Yes you?" I heard Cooper asked, he'd now walked out on stage and was standing off to the side.

"Yes, Kelly Bender...Teen Weekly. My question's for Rosalina?" she said. I leaned forward and pretended to look interested.

"In a recent public spat with Nat, you were quoted as saying you might be leaving the band yet again...but why? And for how long this time?" she asked. I gulped, not expecting that one.

"Well...nothing's for sure yet but if I did leave the band it would be for about a year..." I said, trying to sound vague and nonchalant.

"And why?" she asked, holding out her recorder. I felt my palms get sweaty and wiped them on my pants.

"Um..."

I glanced around nervously and leaned over the table catching Nat's eye. He didn't look happy.

"I um...I want to go to college...get an education in case my music career ever ends." I said, although it wasn't a good answer...it was better than the truth.

She was about to ask another question when someone else interjected.

"You!" Cooper exclaimed pointing to a man.

"Jason Carpenter, Star Magazine...my question is for Nat and Kristina..."

They both smiled and nodded.

"How are you two? After the Grammy's no one really knows..." he said, referring to the whole reason for this stupid press conference.

They'd been dating for three years now. They'd started at Nat's fourteenth birthday party and were still going strong...well except for one night.

"It was just a huge misunderstanding. We're still as in love as ever." Kristina replied. I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes.

"Yeah, I mean...all couples have their fights but it was really no big deal." Nat added. I scoffed. No big deal? After she'd found out what had happened, I thought Kristina's head would explode.

"Next question...you?" Cooper asked.

"Vanessa Roufa Hot . My question's for Rosalina."

The evil glint in this woman's eye scared me...no more than the fact that I thought I'd seen her before.

"Rosalina, you said you might take a year off from the band is that correct?" she asked. I nodded.

"Would it have anything to do with the appointment you had at Dr. Greene's office last week?" I froze. That's where I'd seen her from.

I just stared at her as she smiled mock innocently and rested a hand on her pregnant stomach.

"I...I...excuse me!" I stuttered, before shakily standing up and stumbling backstage, into the greenroom and slamming the door closed behind me.

I heard the roar from the crowd go up as Cooper tried to do damage control to no avail.

I heard footsteps and the voices of all the guys, they got really close and then slowly faded away again. I sat down on the couch and put my head in my hands not believing what I'd just done.

Suddenly the door swung open, making me jump and Nat walked in, closing it behind him.

"What was that?" he asked angrily.

"I don't know! I panicked ok?" I shot back.

"Do you know what it'll do to the band if people find out? What it'll do to Kristina's reputation not to mention mine and yours?" he asked.

"Sure put Kristina first! I can not believe how selfish you're being right now!" I snapped, standing up and getting angry. He stepped closer.

"How selfish I'm being? What about the guys huh? No one's going to want to hire or buy songs from a band with a teenage, pregnant, bassist." he said quietly. The words stung like hell and my eyes pricked with tears.

"And who's fault is it that those are the circumstances huh?" I asked, stepping closer to him.

"Don't go blaming this all on me, it was equally you!" he exclaimed.

"I can't believe you're saying all this to me." I said quietly.

His expression softened a little and he sighed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of it." he said monotonously.

"Yeah you did."

He sighed and reached out, pulling me into a hug.

"I'm so sorry about all this." I whispered, a single tear making its way down the side of my face.

He tightened his grip.

"I'm ten times sorrier."