-BOOK 4/4 IN SERIES- So This Is It (YouTube FanFic)

[Chapter 10] I'm Not In The Mood (Rewrite of Where Is She?)

Author's Note: If you didn't notice, this is a rewrite. Most of it is the same except for the second part of Natalie's POV under the *****. So, if you read the other chapter, I highly recommend you just skip to said part and just read that over, but if you didn't, well, then you have nothing to worry about and I hope you like it! Thanks for reading! -rac06h10ael

-Natalie's POV-

I hopped in my car and whipped my phone out. I opened my contacts and scrolled down to Kalel. I clicked on her name and pinned my phone in between my shoulder and my ear as I started the car up. It immediately went to voice mail. I raised my eyebrow in confusion as I ended the call and tried again. Still I was sent right to voice mail.

"Why?" I said to myself as I shook my phone in frustration. I heaved a sigh and leaned back in the driver's seat. Why was she not picking up her phone? Who else might know why...? I gasped as an idea popped in my head. I pulled up my contacts again and clicked on their name. Luckily it didn't go to voice mail, but when they picked up I was a little shocked.

"Hello?" They greeted in a deep, low voice as if they were sick or something.

"Anthony? Are you alright?" I retorted in a concerned tone.

"Sort of..." Before I could ask him another question, he continued, "What do you need, Nat? I'm not really in the mood to talk right now, so..."

"Uh...I...I was wondering if you might know why Kalel isn't picking up her phone. I need to talk to her about something."

"What do you need to talk to her about?" He replied, avoiding the most important part of my previous statement.

I sighed, "I just need to talk to her, Anthony. Do you know why she isn't picking up her phone or not?"

"Well she's on a plane right now, so..."

"A plane?"

"Yeah, she's going to Italy." My eyebrow raised. "For stupid Milan Fashion Week."

"So you're telling me that Kalel's going all the way to Milan?" I asked. Silence. "Anthony?"

"She just left, Nat, okay? I've got to go, I'll talk to you later." And with that, he hung up. I looked at my phone and locked it. "Oh my god!" I said to myself, "I've got to tell Rachael. She'd love to hear this."

I pressed down on the gas pedal and sped towards the apartment where I spent my first years in California.

I pulled into the parking lot and practically ran into the building. I skidded to a stop at the elevator and pressed the button. I nervously shook my leg as I waited for the doors to slide open. But it was taking too long, so I decided to take the stairs to the left. I pushed through the door and ran up the steps. I stumbled onto the floor she lived on and jogged over to her apartment where a cleaning cart was outside her door. I apprehensively approached the apartment and noticed the door was wide open, and some random person was vacuuming the floors. Everything was gone.

"Excuse me?" I said as I walked in.

The person didn't hear me.

"Excuse me!" I yelled. They looked over at me and turned the vacuum off.

"Are you new owner?" They asked me in a thick Russian accent.

"Umm...no. Where's my sister?"

"Your sister?"

"Yes, my sister. You know? Rachael? From Nachael Squared? The one who lives here?"

"No one who lives here anymore."