"Hey, you alright?" Mail asked kindly enough. "Those other guys are always freaking out over something, I know it can be overwhelming."

"That is quite an odd thing to ask someone who has no idea where they are," Near informed, frowning even more.

"Touche, you little shit." Mail rumpled Near's hair. "You wanna get outta here?"

Frowning even more, Near reached up to fix his hair - which only meant he was messing it up even more, but doing it himself. "I want to go home."

"Where's home?" Mail asked.

"Shouldn't this person know it?" Near asked, eying the redhead. "Seeing as this person and his friends seem to know quite a bit about me..."

"You mean in England?" Mail laughed. "You know we're in Hollywood, right?"

"Yes, I know that," Near replied, still with a frown on his face as he watched the redhead laugh. "What year is it?"

"Uhh...that's a good question." Mail frowned and blinked. "Let's see, this thing started...and my contract validation...it's about 2010 or 2011."

"...This person doesn't know?" Near inquired. "Wait... 2011?"

"Yep, definitely that." Mail nodded. "...Or 2010."

Humming to himself, Near reached up and began to curl a lock of hair around his finger once more. "If I am still alive, that means that I am 20 or 21, now..."

"Well...what year was it back home?" Mail asked. "You look even more like a little kid that Nate does."

"2003," Near informed. "And it isn't surprising, as I am 13 years old. 'Nathan' is sixteen."

He paused, before reaching into the pocket of the coat he was wearing and pulling out a wallet.

"It says 21 on his ID," He informed. "But its obviously fake. And his phone lists his birth year. If its 2011, he is 16."

"Wow, you're cooler than the Near in the show." Mail took the items from the little boy. "You steal and crap. The Near that Nate plays can't do anything for himself."

Near blinked, before he frowned. "...How so?"

"He just sits around on the floor, like he's crippled or something." Mail replied. "And he's got three bitches to do all of the work for him. He doesn't have to do anything for himself."

"Then it sounds like he doesn't want to, not that he can't," Near corrected. "If this person had three people to do things for him, would he want to?"

"Yeah, but Mello has a whole gang...he like joins the mob or something and he still does everything!" Mail exclaimed excitedly. "He's some kinda psycho badass!"

"Psycho is correct," Near mumbled, rubbing his upper arm and looking away.

"Aww, don't pout." Mail patted the boy's shoulder. "Not used to gettin' shown up, huh?"

"Perhaps Mello is better at being a bully then I am," Near commented, wincing a little as Mail's hands fell on him, as if it hurt. "But where it counts, I am still number one."

"Yeah, in bed." Mail laughed before opening the jacket and pulling it down a little to get a look at Near- having not missed the wince.

"Hey!" Near snapped, jerking away and pulling the jacket back up. "Don't touch me!"

Mail noticed, however, that the boy had removed Nate's small tank top, leaving him shirtless. He also spotted the bruise on the boy's shoulder.

"So are there more?" Mail asked.

"I already stated that Mello was a bully," Near commented, zipping the jacket up and glaring at the redhead.

"I thought so...they never really made that relationship clear in the story or anything." Mail said. "It's not so surprising...but that seems like it might take some balls. Aren't you like...hot shit back home?"

"Hot... shit...?" Near asked, trying to figure out the redhead's meaning. It only took him a moment. "I am unliked. The only people I consider 'friends' are Linda and Matt. The rest of the students believe I am treated special... Mello included."

"But how many of them bully you?" Mail asked. "And the ones that do...how many of them get bullied by Mello?"

"I don't know exact numbers," Near informed, rather calmly considering the situation. "I rarely leave my room."

"Aww, well...I'll take you around Hollywood." Mail chuckled. "Show you some sites, throw some ice cream down you or something."

"I'm allergic to dairy," Near reminded, frowning even more. "And the sun."

"...So...sushi and a baseball cape?" Mail offered.

There was a small pause as the younger boy eyed Mail. "...I do love sushi."

"I knew one of you did." Mail laughed before slipping his hand over Near's and leading him to the door. "Pull up the hood and you can wear my sunglasses for now.

He pulled off his sunglasses to reveal a set of gorgeous emerald-green eyes.

Near blinked in surprise at the other, his eyes going wide. "Wow..."

Mail held the sunglasses right under Near's nose.

"What was that?" He smirked.

"...I'm surprised that the sun is up already," Near quickly covered. "I must have been hiding in there longer then I thought."

Mail laughed and slipped the sunglasses on the boy before pulling him towards the door again.

"Can you drive yet?" Mail asked. "You wanna drive my Charger?"

"I'm thirteen," Near reminded as he was pulled along, wincing as the door was opened and the rising sunlight hit his sensitive skin. "What on Earth is a charger?"