"How old are you?" Mihael raised an eyebrow- though they had shaved his off for the role.

"Sixteen," Nate said, crossing his fingers over his chest, as if daring Mihael to say something about it.

"Uh-huh...alcohol?" Mihael smirked.

The younger boy snorted. "Mail showed you my facebook and the alcohol is the thing you're worried about the most?"

"No, the ED page worried me." Mihael smirked before walking out of the dressing room.

"ED page!? What ED page!" He heard Nate cry before the younger boy followed him. "I have an ED page!?"

"It's so nice to have a tutorial for getting into pants like those." Mihael laughed as he kept walking.

Nate stopped and looked down, blushing deeply. He wondered if Mihael meant skinny jeans or getting into his pants, but as he looked up he realized the blonde was already gone.

Mihael pushed the set door open and stepped out into the studio- squinting as the daylight his if face and then taking a deep breath of fresh air and stretching his long body.

Nate gave a long sigh and moved over to the back doorway, grabbing a black umbrella and stepping outside to put it up.

"Why does it have to be sunny?" He cursed at the bright sky, squinting painfully.

Almost as soon as he had stepped out, an orange mustang with double race-stripes swung out in front of him- the engine gunning loudly- making it growl.

Nate rolled his eyes rather dramatically and placed a hand on his hip, cocking the other one to the side. "Compensating for something?"

"Have you seen the money I'm pullin' in?" A redhead climbed partway out of the window and grinned at Nate.

His hair was a coppery, metallic red and his skin was deeply tanned. His wore a striped tank top and and seemed to have a very well toned- athletic build beneath it. His eyes- that Nate new were a very pale blue -were covered with a pair of red sunglasses.

"You're getting more for your modeling carrier then you are for your lame 2-line roll in this crappy show," Nate laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Have you checked the popularity polls lately?" The redhead smirked. "I'm beating out Light."

Nate blinked at him for a moment before he suddenly burst into giggles. "No wonder he keeps cutting out more and more of your lines!"

"Why do you think I'm almost not in the damn thing at all?" The other laughed. "Get in!"

Closing his umbrella - and wincing as the sunlight hit him - Nate quickly hopped in and buckled his seat belt.

"Tinted windows." The other boy assured. "You can relax."

He rolled up the windows, kicking on the AC and popping the car into gear.

"Isn't that illegal?" Nate laughed as he leaned back. "Mmm, perfect... you know how I like the AC. Oh gosh, did you really show Mihael my private facebook pictures?!"

"Oh right, those were listed 'private'." The other boy hummed.

"I told you I wouldn't let you add me as a friend if you spammed me with stupid game invites or showed my pictures around," Nate whined. "And you do BOTH!"

"I know, aren't I just the worst?" The other boy laughed. "Hey, does he know you Fangril4463 yet?"

"Shut up!" Nate snapped, glaring at the redhead. "And that is not my user name! And don't go telling him or I'll tell him that you are the one that gave his mom VD!"

"That's not even true." The red-haired boy blinked.

"I know it's not," Nate sighed, hanging his head. "And you know I couldn't go through with that threat anyway. I'm such a pussy!"

"That you are...it was the Clap, by the way." The other boy replied. "And one day, your mangina will flourish and bloom and some young, handsome fellow will be along to deflower it properly and maybe you'll grow a pair a balls."

"You sound like a Ke$ha song," Nate snorted, rolling his eyes. "Telling me to grow a pear... get me a god damn pear tree and I'll be happy to!"

"Mouth, young lady!" The other scolded playfully. "So when are you gonna pop Mihael? That didn't come out right."

"Oh gosh, like he'd be interesting in me!" Nate scoffed. "He's not only straight..." He said this word while making quotation marks with his fingers. "But I'm not even his type! He likes the sexy girly types who party a lot!"

"...So...you're too perfect for him?" The other raised.

"I'm not a woman!" Nate cried dramatically before he turned away and pouted, looking absolutely adorable.

"...Yeah." The other shook his head. "I mean you bleed masculinity, it's practically falling outta your ass...with stuffed toys and daisies."

He laughed and pulled out a cigarette.

Nate made even more of a face. "Just because your character smokes doesn't mean you had to pick it up!"

"It'll look more natural." The other shrugged as he lit up. "I'll crack the window...and don't you pick up any more bad habits."

Another scoff from the teenager. "Like what... playing with Legos and never using the word 'you'?"

"That would be too adorable." The redhead reached over and rumpled his companion's hair.

"It's creepy is what it is," Nate scoffed. "This guy is how old and he plays with toy trains?"

"Uhh...nineteen?" The other offered. "But he's got like...a Peter Pan syndrome or something...or is he autistic?"

"He's a replacement character for L that they don't want the fans to like," Nate informed, rolling his eyes.