A/N-I DO NOT OWN THE NAKED BROTHERS BAND! If I did they would still be on...
I'm writing this because I got this idea, and well, I had nothing better to do lol. But I will update Mystery Girl soon!(:
I've been staring at my bedroom ceiling for almost two days now. But what else could I do? I'm too sick to get out of bed, or even leave my room. I really want to go to rehearsals and I know Cooper and especially Nat wish I was able to go. I talk to Nat only at night when he calls to ask what I've done all day. My answer still hasn't changed:
I know he's only trying to help and be a good boyfriend, but it's kind of a reminder that I haven't been able to do anything all day.
"I will try not to fall in love again...but I don't know if I can..."
I roll over and reach my cell phone to pick up. "Hey Nat." My throat is dry and sore and my voice comes out kinda scratchy and soft.
"Hey Rosie. How are you feeling?"
I shrug even though I know he can't see it. "The same."
"Your not contagious, are you?" I can tell he's joking.
"No...I'm not. Why?"
"Do you want me to come over?"
I look at the clock. "If you want to."
"Okay, then I will. The door open?"
I sigh. "No, my dad's out on a business trip."
"While your sick?"
"He said if he didn't go he could be fired," I say, slowly sitting up in bed.
"Rosie, if you can't get out of bed I don't wan to make you -"
"No, Nat, it's fine. I can unlock the door."
"Only if your sure," He says, and I can tell he doesn't believe me.
"Yes I'm sure." I quickly hang up and continue to slowly get out of the bed. When I do, I cautiously walk out of my room, down the hall and the stairs. I carefully unlock the door and instead of walking all the way back to my room, I sit down on the bottom stair and wait for Nat. He comes into the house, glances around, and when he sees me, he rushes over and helps me up. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just...waiting for you," I say, allowing him to help me up the stairs. Nat helps me into bed and I let out a sigh as I lay back down.
"What's wrong?" He asks, with a worried expression as he sits next to me on the bed.
"I've been staring at this ceiling for two days," I say, my voice coming out even scratchier then it has been. I sigh again as he gently rests his hand on my forehead.
"Okay, number one, sighing so much will just make you feel worse," He gives me a goofy grin. "And number two, your not as warm as you originally said."
Instead of answering I just ask, "Where are the guys?"
"At the apartment with Alex and Jesse. Dad's at an accordion convention."
I nod and try to give him a weak smile.
"Alex wanted to come but I told him maybe next time."
"There'll be a next time?"
"Sure," He says, getting up and beginning to walk around my room.
He picks up one of the many pictures of us I have in my room. He shows it to me. It's a picture of us when he was nine and I was eleven and he first played 'Rosalina' to me. "I like this one."
"Yeah, me too. That's why I still have it," I say, pulling myself into a sitting position. I watch as he stops every so often around my room, looking at pictures of him and I, my parents, and the guys. "So did you only come here to rearrange my room?"
He laughs. "No." He sits down next to me on the bed again. "Are you sure your feeling okay?"
I ignore him. "How was rehearsal?"
"It was fine, so answer my question."
"I'm feeling...better then I did, but I'm definitely not -" My voice cracks so I just shrug and look away.
"How have you been taking care of yourself?" Nat asks.
"Carefully and slowly," I manage to say.
"Do you want me to stay with you?"
I look down, around my room, and then back at him. "If you want to...I-I guess."
So he does end up staying with me for the rest of the day. We talk and joke, and even though he does most of the talking since I can't talk, it's stil better then what I've been doing. Eventually, we both fell asleep on my bed.
"Cra-a-a-azy ca-a-ar, to lead me nowhere, lead me nowhere, actually, it's made for that, made for that..."
I groan and roll over to get my phone again. At least last night I got some sleep. "Hello?" My voice is even scratchier then it was yesterday.
"Rosalina? I know your sick and I don't mean to bother you, but do you have any idea where Nat is?" It was Cooper and he sounded a little frantic and freaked out.
I turn my head to see Nat still sleeping beside me on my bed. "Yeah, he's right next to me."
Cooper let out a breath of relief. "Okay, good, just making sure. We have rehearsals today and I wanted to make sure Nat didn't disappear."
"Nope, he's still around. I'll remind him, Coop."
"Thanks Rosalina. Hope you feel better."
"Thanks Cooper. I'll talk to you later, bye." I hang up and nudge Nat.
He groans and rubs his eyes.
"Good morning, rock star."
"Morning," He says, looking at me.
"Cooper called and said you had rehearsals today."
Nat looks across the room. "I know. It's not till later." "Boys rule, girls drool, boys are smart, girls are stupid!" Nat pulls out his phone and picks up. "Yeah, Thomas?"
"What, but -okay...I don't know if she...okay. Fine." He hangs up. "The guys are coming over. Is that okay?"
The band and Cooper come over and Nat let them in the house. They all take turns trying to make me laugh, and they all succeed. Qaasim's the gentlemen and compliments me even though I know I probably look terrible. David and Thomas keep cracking jokes and Alex makes fun of them which makes me laugh even more. Cooper's the sensible one and makes sure I take medicine every hour or so, no matter how much I hate the stuff. That's the challenge the guys face. They vote Nat the one to try to convince me. He sits down next to me on the bed. "Rosie."
"Why don't you want to take it?"
"Because it's gross," I answer simply.
"No it's not," Nat says.
"Yeah, it is," Alex says from behind him.
The guys, even Cooper, start laughing.
Nat glares at his little brother then looks back at me. "Don't listen to him. And it'll make you feel better."
"But it tastes bad."
"If you drink it quickly, you won't even taste it."
I stare at him for a few minutes. "Fine." I quickly drink the sticky, smelly medicine and then immediately regret it. "Give me that water," I say, frantically.
Nat hands me the glass of water I have on my night stand.
"I hate you," I say, cringing at the terrible taste in my mouth.
The guys laugh.
"Love you too," Nat says, giving me his goofy smile again.
Eventually it's time for rehearsal, and the guys get ready to leave. Before Nat leaves with them, he stays behind in my room and says, "I'll be back after rehearsal. Do you need anything before we go?"
I shrug and look around my room, trying to think if there's anything I'd really need. "I don't think so..." I say softly. "Just come back soon. Oh, and here," I reach over to my nightstand and open the top drawer. I pull out a spare key to the house and give it to him.
He smiles. "I'll be back as soon as possible."
I give him a weak smile as he walks out of the room. I hear the door shut and the house goes silent. I sigh and lean back to stare at the ceiling again. It's almost nice to have quiet after spending half a day with the guys. Being sick just makes it more exhausting too. I close my eyes, intending to only rest for a few minutes but end up falling asleep.
When I open my eyes, I turn over on my side facing the door, just in time to see Nat walk into my bedroom.
"Hey, Rosie. How are you feeling?"
"Better," My voice comes out soft again. Not so much scratchy but soft.
He puts his hand on my forehead again. "You don't have a fever anymore."
I sigh. "Well that's good."
He lays down next to me. "You'll probably be better by tomorrow...or the next day at the latest."
I nod. "But Nat, I want to thank you."
"For what?" He asks, looking at me.
"Well, if you hadn't offered to come over and stay with me yesterday, I'd probably still be home alone and I'd probably be nowhere near getting better."
He smiles. "Your welcome."
I lean my head on his shoulder and sigh happily. This is much better then staring at the ceiling.
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