HELLO I WROTE THIS WITHIN LIKE HALF AN HOUR BECAUSE INSPIRATION STRUCK idk i guess this is considered an epilogue it's basically just a little extra worldwide drabble ((it's actually short this time)) so yay woohoooo here ya go
No, there ain't no one better, so always remember, always remember: Girl, you're mine.
“Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.” Rocky murmured exasperatedly. He bounced up and down on the balls of his feet as he walked, pushing through the crowd impatiently.
“Relax dude.” A voice called from behind him. He only brushed his older brother off absently and weaved through the mass of people towards the baggage carousel and the area where people were allowed to wait for anyone getting off the plane.
“Rocky slow down, careful.” His mom said, and he groaned and paused. As soon as the family was caught up again, though, he headed off quickly.
No more tour. No more tour, no more separation, no more drama; and, most importantly, more Natanya. His heart thumped in anticipation and he stopped just before their carousel, scanning the crowd for his girl.
“You better not stop here and not help us.” Andre said warningly, scowling as he moved forwards to grab one of their suitcases.
Rocky sighed; ever since the ‘skip a show to fly out and make up with my girlfriend’ incident had occurred, Andre hadn’t been too pleased with him and gave him crap for almost everything he did. Rocky didn’t blame him, exactly, but it was quite annoying and he was getting sick of it.
Just as he turned to go help as to get Andre off his back, a voice interrupted.
“Let him do what he wants, we’re not touring anymore anyway.”
Rocky flipped around and shot a beaming grin at his father, who only raised his eyebrows with a faint smirk. The boy turned back and was met with two brown eyes from across the carousel.
Her two brown eyes.
“NATANYA!” Rocky yelled, throwing his backpack off and flying towards her. Her eyes widened just slightly and she barely had time to throw her arms out before he reached her and grabbed her.
“Hello to you too.” She giggled and pulled him close, leaning up to hug him properly. He laughed and buried his nose in her hair almost at once; it was a tiny detail, but what he missed most on tour was the way they fitted just perfectly together for him to be able to smell her hair and at the same time cradle her hip with his hand. Well, it was one of the many things he had missed about her, he supposed. Rocky’s eyes fluttered shut and he pressed a kiss to her temple.
“Missed you.”
“You too.” She sighed contentedly and pulled her face just slightly back so she could see his face. “I hate to be a clingy girlfriend, but don’t leave me again, alright?”
A small smile formed on the boy’s face as he leaned down to kiss her briefly.
tHIS TOOK SO LONG WOW I'M SORRY I'VE BEEN WRITING IT FOR MONTHS LOL well here is the angsty worldwide!natocky that i've been doing 5eva and i know a few of you have been waiting for i'm sorry it's (as usual) not great but it's done so holllaaaaa. also this is really long like 4 pages long so sorry for that but i can't seem to shorten my writing so yeah
Yes, I may meet a million pretty girls that know my name, but don't you worry, ‘cause you have my heart.
Rocky hung up his phone, clearly upset, as he yet again reached her voicemail. This was his 11th call in the past half hour and there was still no reply. He groaned and moved to send her a text.
Rocky: I know you’re upset with me but you don’t know what happened, please call me!
Text number 14. This was getting ridiculous. He didn’t know things like this legitimately happened, and he definitely wasn’t used to this new ‘fame’ he and the band had. He wasn’t expecting the fans or anyone to affect his relationship.
Apparently a fan they had met the other day was posting on Twitter that Rocky was clearly hitting on her and being flirty. Along with the tweets she posted a few photos of them together. Rocky did kiss her cheek in one photo, but it was only because she had asked and he couldn’t find the polite way to say no. There was also a video of her meeting Rocky, which showed him pulling her into a hug and saying something in her ear, then her giggling. According to the fan, Rocky had whispered to her some sort of flirty compliment. This all could look pretty bad to anyone else, but Rocky knew the most he had said to the girl was, “Hey, you’re awesome!” or something among those lines.
Seeing as he was open about his relationship with Natanya, the fans naturally asked her about it and linked her to the photos and video. He knew she had seen them as someone had tweeted her ‘Have you been seeing those tweets?’ and she had replied with ‘Which tweets? haha x’ so she was bound to know now. That, and she was ignoring all contact with him.
Hey, this is Natanya, I’m not here at the mom-
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Rocky threw his phone at the bed aggressively, not even caring that he had just let a curse word slip. He didn’t want to hear this fake happy voicemail voice. He wanted to talk to her.
He glanced towards the door, hearing muffled noises outside of it. The voices sounded like his brothers and sister, so they were probably back from sightseeing. It was a day off and they all had gone out to explore. Rocky was invited to go, of course, but he denied it. He wasn’t in the mood for anything this morning and that hadn’t changed, so he lay back on the bed, not bothering to go ask how their day was.
“Well I mean we were there, so I don’t think so, Nat-”
Rocky shot up out of his bed and was across the room within seconds after hearing the words, flinging the door open and grabbing his brother by the arm. Ryland looked up at Rocky with slightly wide eyes and pulled back, murmuring a, “Hold on..” into his phone.
“Give me the phone.” Rocky held out his palm. The younger boy shook his head insistently.
“Not yet.”
“What do you mean, not yet? She’s MY girlfriend Ryland, I can talk to her whenever I want to!” Rocky said angrily, taking a step closer to him. He was fully prepared to wrestle that phone out of his hands.
“Yeah but just, not yet!” Ryland cringed as Rocky moved even closer and grabbed his arm roughly again.
“Give it to me.” The taller boy’s low tone indicated he was definitely not messing around right now.
Ryland swallowed and looked up at his brother before saying firmly, “No.”
All of the pain, anger, and sadness Rocky had been feeling all day combined and combusted when he heard Ryland’s response, and he felt an almost growling sort of noise in the back of his throat. All he could think about was that communication with his upset girlfriend was standing right in front of him and his youngest brother was stopping him from reaching it. Without hesitance, Rocky swung his arm up.
“Whoa, Rocky stop.” A hand grabbed his wrist just before it hit, tugging him backwards. Rocky spun around angrily and was met face to face with Riker, who was looking at the scene before him with a concerned expression. “What is going on here?”
“He’s not letting me talk to Natanya!”
“Do you really want to talk to her right now?”
The brunette boy stared at the blonde incredulously, “What is that supposed to mean? Of course I want to talk to her!”
“When you’re so angry like this? Rocky, you just almost punched Ryland.” Riker shook his head with disgust and opened the door to the hotel room they shared, nodding towards it. “Get in there. Now.”
Rocky sighed and ran a hand through his hair before agreeing and stepping inside. He had, admittedly, gotten a bit out of control there. He sat down on his bed and waited, knowing one of Riker’s “big brother” speeches was coming. He could hear voices, probably Riker talking to Ry, and then a door shut and another door open.
“Okay, you need to breathe.” Riker said, walking inside and sitting on the opposite bed.
“I am. I just really need to talk to her, you know?” Rocky frowned, crossing his arms, “She’s not answering my calls or texts.”
“Maybe because she’s been on the phone with Ryland for an hour so she hasn’t looked at them yet?” The blonde suggested.
“They’ve been on the phone for an hour? What do they need to talk about for an hour?”
“You. Natanya called because she wanted to talk about what happened the other day with someone who was there.” Riker explained, somewhat impatiently.
“I was there. She could’ve called me.” Rocky glared at his brother, who ignored the look.
“Well yeah but you obviously would’ve denied anything that happened.” Riker responded, making the other boy frown.
“Yeah, because nothing happened!”
“Stop yelling. I know that, but she doesn’t, remember? I don’t think you’re the first person she would’ve wanted to talk to.”
“I should be the first person.” Rocky sat up straighter, his frown deepening, “Why doesn’t she trust me in the first place? If I saw some rumors about her, my first instinct wouldn’t be to believe them.. She doesn’t trust me, Riker. After all we’ve been through, she doesn’t even trust me.”
The other boy sat in silence, watching as Rocky’s voice quieted and began to falter. “If- if she doesn’t trust me to be faithful while I’m away from her, is this worth it? Doesn’t a relationship revolve around trust?”
“This is not worth ending a relationship over, if that’s what you’re thinking. You’re overreacting. And technically, you’re the one who’s wrong here, remember?” Riker spoke up finally, frowning at the younger boy. Rocky groaned and lay back on his bed.
“You’re right. You’re completely right and I hate you for it.” He ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated, and looked over with pain clear in his eyes, “So what do I do now?”
“Now I think you’re calm enough to handle talking to her. So go politely ask Ry to talk to her. And apologize for almost punching him” Riker said, standing up and pulling Rocky up with him. The two boys walked out of their hotel room, heading two doors over to the room in which their younger siblings were in.
“Ryland? It’s us, open up.” Riker called, knocking on the door lightly. After a moment, it opened and the boy stood there. There was no phone in his hands.
“…Can I please talk to Natanya now?” Rocky asked, evidently not taking note of this. Ryland’s eyes widened before he spoke.
“I kind of hung up while you were talking to Riker.” He said hesitantly. Rocky’s eyes flashed in anger and he lunged forwards without thinking.
“Ryland you knew I wanted to talk to her you stupid little piece of-”
“Rocky!” Riker scolded, grabbing him and pulling him back before he could cause any damage. Rocky closed his eyes briefly and exhaled, then turned to face his younger brother again. Ryland looked, frankly, terrified.
“Okay. I’m sorry.” His voice was strained, as though it were actually causing him pain to say the words. “Now will you please call her back and let me speak to her?”
“Why don’t you just call her on your phone?” Ryland asked. Rocky stared at him as though he had said something incredibly idiotic. Which, to Rocky at least, he had.
“Ryland. She hasn’t been answering my calls for a reason. Just give me your phone so I can talk to her.” He spoke through gritted teeth, his patience levels clearly dropping rapidly by the second.
“Okay.. just give me my phone when you’re done.” Ryland handed it over then shut the door immediately. Riker’s eyebrows shot up.
“I think he’s officially scared of you. Nice going, Rocky.”
“Whatever.” Rocky scoffed, turning back to their room. He paused before opening the door and glanced back at the blonde boy, “I.. Do you mind if I take this alone?”
Riker wordlessly nodded and turned away, disappearing next door into Rydel’s room. Rocky entered the room and shut the door behind him, sliding down to sit leaning against it. He took a deep breath before dialing her number, his heart thumping as he waited for her to pick up.
“I was talking to you barely 10 minutes ago Ry, what do you need now?”
There was a sharp intake of breath as he first heard her voice, causing her to pause and speak again, “..Ryland?”
“No, Nat, it’s not, it’s um.. hi, Natanya.” Rocky said, his voice unsteady. The other line was silent. “Please don’t hang up.”
“What is it, Rocky?” Her voice sounded tired, as though she didn’t need or want to be speaking to him. Which, honestly, she probably didn’t.
“What is it- I… Babe, you know we have to talk.” He stumbled over his words. There was so much he had wanted to say to her in the past few hours, and now when he had the opportunity the words didn’t seem the spill out of his mouth so easily. Natanya sighed through the phone line.
“Is there really anything that needs to be said, though? What’s done is done.”
“That’s my point! Nothing’s been done, you gotta believe me. I would never do anything to hurt you. The rumors are just rumors.”
“I want to believe you, trust me, but how can I be sure? How can I ever be sure, with you so far away from me?”
There was a pause in which Rocky processed these words. She wasn’t wrong, really; they were an ocean apart and there was no way she could be certain of anything now that he had broken her trust. But that didn’t change the fact that he hadn’t been unfaithful and didn’t plan on changing that, either.
“What can I do to get you to trust me again?” He spoke finally. She replied instantly, almost as though she had expected this question.
“I don’t think you can do anything.”
“But I- where does that leave us, then?” Rocky bit his lip nervously and he could hear Natanya take a deep breath before answering.
“I… I think I need a little break, Rocky. To think about things. I love you, I’m just really confused right now. I’m sorry...”
-
Rocky drummed his fingers on the side of the door impatiently, staring out the window at the bright sun shining down at him. He checked his phone for the time and frowned; 8:30am and he hadn’t slept at all last night. His eyes fluttered closed tiredly on their own accord and Rocky groaned, forcing them open again.
“Are you okay man?” The driver spoke up, glancing back at him.
“Fine. I’m fine.” Rocky looked at the slow car in front of them and sighed, “Could you go faster, please?”
“In a rush?” The man replied, shifting lanes to pass the other cars.
“I am. Thank you.”
Rocky sat back, not in the mood for conversation. One of his hands curled around the wrapped bouquet of gorgeous flowers he had picked up at the airport before hailing a cab, and he sighed once more remembering how much trouble he was bound to be in right now. His phone was currently shut off, but he knew he was being bombarded with messages from his family.
After Natanya had hung up on him, Rocky hadn’t hesitated to open his laptop and immediately book the next flight to Los Angeles. He hardly bothered packing, only throwing a few items of clothing along with his phone and laptop in a backpack. Sneaking out of the hotel had been easier than expected; everyone was shut in their rooms after sightseeing, so he hadn’t been caught at all. All Rocky left was a note on his bed, a simple one aimed specifically towards Riker so they would know he wasn’t kidnapped or anything:
Hey. I had to leave. Please don’t be mad, I even paid for the flight myself. I just really needed to do this. You can guess where I’m going. Tell the fans tonight that I’m sick or something, and I’m really sorry.
He knew Riker would understand, but he wasn’t too keen on seeing his dad or Andre’s reactions. Therefore the phone stayed off, and he planned on leaving it that way. At least until things were fixed again.
He sat up straight, suddenly recognizing the road they were on. It was her neighborhood, one filled with memories that felt painful at that moment, and Rocky felt his heartbeat begin to increase rapidly. She was so close to him. Finally.
“It’s that house right there. Thanks so much.” Rocky gathered his flowers and backpack and handed the man some money before practically sprinting up the doorsteps.
He really doubted she was awake right then. After all, it was a weekend, and she typically stayed up late and slept in until at least noon. The thought stopped him for a moment, and he considered waiting a few hours just so his girl could have a few more hours of sleep. Before he knew it, however, Rocky’s hand shot out and pressed the doorbell anyway.
It was a few minutes before anything happened, a few minutes full of anticipation and nerves. When the door finally opened, he found himself staring at a girl who looked impossibly broken.
There she stood, looking (as he expected) sleepy and just woken up. That didn’t stop Natanya from looking gorgeous, however, and her beauty stunned him as usual. What really got to Rocky, though, was the fact that her eyes were red and puffy, and she was sniffling every other second. Knowing he had caused it stung him even further.
“Hi.” Rocky spoke, holding up the flowers with a weak smile. She stared at him.
“What’re you-”
“Wait, let me talk.” Rocky reached out and held the door, which he had noticed Natanya was slowly inching closed. She didn’t speak, but only looked up at him with a hurt expression.
“I know this was crazy of me, to show up here like this, but I didn’t think anything else would gain your trust again. It’s hurting me that you’re hurting even though I know it’s my fault, but I’m so sorry and I love you. A lot. I say it all the time, but I needed to say it in person again. Please forgive me?”
Natanya looked completely shocked, and she shifted and bit her lip nervously a few times before speaking. “I- don’t you have a concert?”
His answer was instant and genuine. “You’re more important to me than a concert.”
With one quick movement, her arms were around his neck and he responded instantly, hugging her close to him. He could hear her sniffling again into his chest and Rocky frowned, using one hand to pet down her hair. “Hey. Please don’t cry, not anymore.”
“I love you.” Natanya said quietly, her voice practically shaking.
He had never been so thrilled to hear these words in his life. Rocky reached down and tilted up her chin, wiping away the tears with a small grin. “Does this mean I’m forgiven?”
The answer was short and muffled, because neither of the two could stop from leaning in finally and pressing their lips together and smiling into the kiss.
“I’m home!” Natanya’s voice called as she entered the apartment. There was no answer. She frowned in confusion; she was certain she had seen Rocky’s car parked outside.
“Hello?” She spoke again, dropping her bag on a chair and walking through the living room into the kitchen. She opened the door to find him sitting with his back towards her, hunched over something in his lap. “Rocky.”
The boy jumped about 50 feet in the air, shrieking in a rather girlish manner as he flipped around to face her. Natanya laughed, causing his cheeks to redden in embarrassment. Rocky shoved something, presumably what had been in his lap, away from him and under the table. “You’re not supposed to be here!”
“I told you I was going to come back at 3.” She said, raising her eyebrows at him. He turned at stared at the clock. 3:10pm.
“I- did I really-?” Rocky glanced back at whatever was hidden in the shadows under the table, murmuring something that sounded suspiciously like, “have I really been trying to do this for 2 hours..”
“Should I be worried?” Natanya asked, not moving from her position leaning against the door frame. He laughed nervously.
“No, of course not babe. You just almost ruined something, is all.” He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks still slightly darker than usual. Natanya continued looking at him, so he walked forwards, toward her. “A-a, um, surprise. You almost ruined a surprise that I’m working hard on, okay? Nothing to freak out about..”
Natanya giggled; flustered Rocky was adorable and definitely something she could get used to. He relaxed at the noise, clearly realizing she wasn’t freaking out at all. Rocky wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him. “You’re all cold, Nat.”
“Yeah, well, I was kind of just outside.” She reminded him playfully, curling into his embrace easily. He chuckled,
“I did some Christmas decorating while you were gone.”
“So is that what your surprise is about? Christmas?” Natanya asked, smirking when his cheeks again went red.
“No. Maybe. Shut up.” Rocky nuzzled his nose against hers playfully when she laughed in response. “Look at the decorations babe.”
Natanya glanced around the room they were in, and her nose scrunched up in confusion when she saw no decorations. “Rocky, there are none.”
He nudged her with his nose against hers and brought his eyes to look directly above them. Natanya followed his gaze up to the top of the door frame. Her face lit up in an amused but soft smile as she eyed the little green plant wrapped in a red bow hanging above them. She looked back at her boyfriend, whose eyes were full of love.
“Instead of doing something productive, you did this?” Natanya said in what was meant to be in a teasing tone, but instead was said in adoration.
Rocky shrugged simply, “I’ma be under the mistletoe.”
The words barely slipped out before their lips were pressed together, both with little smiles on their faces as they stayed there in pure bliss. A kiss under the mistletoe, a messily, halfway wrapped present they both knew was for her under the table, and their first Christmas in the apartment. Together.
I was supposed to post this Friday but I forgot, sorry Natanya! Here's Part 2.
In which R5 completely rose to their fame and goes on their first world tour.
I’m never, never, never as far away as it may seem. Soon we'll be together, we'll pick up right where we left off.
Rocky: Guess who you get to see in a week!
Natanya: Hmmm. Well there’s this lame band R5 that I’m seeing next week but besides them, no one. ;)
R: Shut up!!! You’re excited to see me!
N: Nah not so much.
R: :(
N: Okay, fine. I’m excited to see you. You’ve been too far from me :p
R: Only an ocean away! Not too far babe. Glad you’re flying out to this NY show!
N: Mmm. Then you’re randomly going back to Europe. :| At least I see you soon though.
R: Hey, it’ll be okay. 7 days and we’ll be together again. <3
-
Paris, London, Tokyo. It's just one thing that I gotta do. Hello, tuck you in every night on the phone. And I can hardly take another goodbye. Baby, won't be long, you're the one that I'm waiting on. Girl, I'll be thinking about you worldwide.
Rocky jumped out of the van, shaking his hair out as he whipped out his phone, checking the time. It was 8am in Paris, which meant it was around 11pm back home. Today was Monday, a school night, which mean Natanya should be going to bed right about now.
He still missed her a lot, even though it was only a week since he’d last seen her. They’d reunited at the New York show and had the best time, but unfortunately that was just for one night before they both had to return home. Seeing her in person had made him realize just how much he truly had missed her and ever since then he called her every possible moment, Skyped when he could, and was non-stop texting her. It felt good talking to her this much and that wasn’t about to change, so he automatically started dialing the digits he had memorized a long time ago.
“Who’re you calling? We have to set up.” Ryland said, moving towards the venue. Ross laughed.
“He’s calling Natanya, duh. Tell her hey for me.” The blonde boy said as he walked by.
“Oh yeah tell her the same for me. And I miss her.” Riker spoke up.
“Me too!” A chorus of voices said as the rest of the band and Stormie started towards the venue.
“Don’t take too long.” Mark said, shutting the van’s door and following them. Rocky leaned against the car, waiting.
“Hello?”
“Hey, are you going to sleep right now?” He asked, perking up at the sound of her voice.
“Oh- yeah, I was about to.” Natanya answered. Rocky grinned knowingly.
“You’re still on Twitter aren’t you?” It was silent for a moment.
“…No?”
“Do you need me to check your tweets?” He asked, laughing at her. He could practically see her rolling her eyes at him.
“Shut up, I’m going to bed right now, I swear.” There were some muffled noises on the other line that made him know she was shutting her laptop and moving to lay down.
“Okay, well we just got to the venue and I have to go sound check and all that, I was just calling to say good night to you. Oh and everyone says hi and they miss you.”
“Oh, okay, tell them I say hi. And have a good show babe.” She replied.
So I've been writing this for awhile and what I did was use one lyric for one drabble and I was gonna post it all together, but then it got ridiculously long and I just decided to post pieces at a time. Here's Part one! :)
In which R5 completely rose to their fame and goes on their first world tour.
Wait a minute, before you tell me anything how was your day? 'Cause I been missing you by my side.
“Natanya?” Rocky asked, his voice instantly filling with joy. He had called her the second they had gotten off their flight. “Hey, how are you? How’s everything back home?”
“Everything’s fine Rocky, it’s only been a few hours,” Natanya laughed a little at the boy, “Did you just get off the plane?”
“Yeah, we’re walking over to baggage claim right now. I really miss you, I wish I could’ve brought you on tour with me.” He admitted, rolling his eyes at his brothers as they all instantly smirked at him teasingly.
“I miss you too.. But it wasn’t possible to bring me on tour, remember? I have school. Don’t worry about it.” Natanya replied sensibly. He sighed.
“I know, I know. But still, this is weird to me, you know? I got used to seeing you at least once a day for months and now I’m not going to see you at all for a while. It sucks.”
“It does, but we’ll be fine, think positive. I’ll come out to every show I can.” Back in California, Natanya sighed a little. They had already had this discussion multiple times. While she knew she was going to miss her boyfriend greatly, she was so proud of him and just wanted him to enjoy his first world tour.
“I’m trying, it’s just hard, and-”
“ROCKY!” Rocky’s head shot up and saw the band was already grabbing their luggage and he was way behind them. He groaned.
“I have to go, they’re waiting for me. I’ll try to talk to you as soon as I can, okay? I love you.”
“I love you too. Bye Rocky.”
-
Did I awake you out of your dream? I'm sorry, but I couldn't sleep. You calm me down, there's something about the sound of your voice.
Rocky rolled over in the bed he was currently laying, suppressing a moan of annoyance. He had been laying there for about 2 hours now, trying to sleep and failing miserably. He sighed and turned his head to the bedside table. It was currently 2:17am in London. God, he was going to hate everything when he had to wake up in 5 hours. Why couldn’t he sleep?
Suddenly Rocky sat up, the realization hitting him like a ton of bricks.
He hadn’t talked to Natanya today.
He hadn’t talked to Natanya today.
Rocky had literally talked to Natanya every single day on this tour.
“Crap!” Rocky murmured under his breath, grabbing his iPhone and pulling himself out of the bed as quietly as he could, as to not wake up Riker in the bed opposite of his.
Already dialing, Rocky pulled a hoodie over his head and moved across the hotel room, sliding the balcony door open silently. He crept outside and involuntarily shivered at the cool England air before pressing his phone to his ear. After a while, he perked up at the sound of his girlfriend’s adorable voice, only to frown moments later at the realization that it was only her voicemail. He frowned and hung up the phone before sliding down the wall into a sitting position, knowing he wasn’t about to fall asleep anytime soon. Why, why had he forgotten to call her earlier?
Seconds later, his phone started vibrating. He beamed and answered it immediately, “Hi Nat!”
“Rocky?” A sleepy voice said on the other line. His smile faltered.
“Yeah, it’s me, were you asleep?” Rocky asked, thoroughly confused, “Isn’t it like 7pm in California?”
“I think so, I don’t know. I was taking a nap, sorry.” Natanya spoke tiredly. He noted some raspiness in her voice, his frown deepening.
“Hey, are you sick?”
“Not sick sick, my throat just hurts, and my nose is kind of stuffy. And I kinda feel like I’m gonna pass out but I’m fine, I swear.” She said unconvincingly.
“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry I woke you up, go back to sleep!” Rocky said immediately. He heard some coughing before his girlfriend spoke up again.
“No, it’s okay, what did you call me for?” She said weakly.
“I just couldn’t sleep and I realized I hadn’t talked to you at all today- It’s okay though, please go take some medicine then sleep. I’ll be able to sleep now that I’ve heard your voice and I’ll sleep soundly if I know you’re getting better.”
“I can talk for a little bit though, if you want-”
“Natanya.” Rocky interrupted firmly, “Go back to bed, please. For me.”
There was a moment’s silence before she spoke again, “…Okay. It’s like 2am there, you go try to sleep too.”
“I’ll be able to, now. Oh and call me when you’re awake again, no matter the time. I wanna know how you’re feeling in the morning.” He told her.
“Okay. Night Rocky, love you.”
“I love you too, good night.” Rocky hung up the phone and got up from the ground. He opened the door and entered their room again, to find Riker sitting up in bed sleepily.
“Rocky? Are you okay?” He asked, squinting in the darkness at his younger brother.
“Yeah, sorry if I woke you, I was talking to Natanya.” Rocky whispered, shutting the door and moving towards his bed.
“Natanya? Oh that’s fine.” Riker murmured and collapsed back into his bed, half-asleep, “You and Natanya should get married..”
Rocky laughed a little, considering this. He was definitely not against the thought, at all. “Night Riker.”
He only received a snore in response. Rocky fell into his own bed, already feeling his eyelids get heavy. He pulled his blanket over him, thinking. Marrying Natanya. That would be nice, wouldn’t it? He could totally see them together in the future, maybe even with a few kids.
Rocky fell asleep with a smile on his face that night, lost in pleasant thoughts about marrying a beautiful girl.
Can Natocky just happen already? Like seriously I've been having too many Natocky feels lately because it's been coming on my dash. I've been shipping this more than Erocky.
In which Rocky, with the rest of R5, are on the set of Austin and Ally but Rocky makes a little video message for Natanya to cheer her up because she's ill~
