"But they do like him, see the public responses on the polls?" The redhead offered.

The white-haired boy turned to glare at him. "In terms of actors, I'm number one... but in terms of characters, Near is tied for dead last with Ross."

"Now hold it, wait up, hold the phone." The other boy said- waving around extravagantly. "...We all know I'm number one for actors."

Nate scoffed and pulled out his iphone. He fiddled with it for a moment before he grinned. "You, my dear friend, are third!"

"Below who?" The other chuckled.

"Myself, in first," Nate scoffed. "And Mihael, in second... pssh, this thing is rigged. It was probably voted on by a bunch of angsty teenagers who think being different is what is in right now."

He paused for a moment. Something about the line up seemed familiar, but he didn't let the thought linger as his cell phone rang and he answered it.

"Uh...where the hell are you?" It was Mihael's voice coming through to him.

"Where are we?" Nate asked Mail, before quickly returning to the phone. "I would be there if Mail didn't have this nasty habit of only being able to turn right..."

The red-head flipped Nate the bird before pulling around again.

"What the hell, do you get rides from that guy or something?" Mihael asked hotly.

"I haven't been able to drive since I got my license pulled for drunk driving," Nate hummed, leaning against the window. "I would have gone to jail but luckily he took payment and only pulled my li... gosh, don't look at me like that, Mail! I gave him an autograph!"

"Tell him to get his head outta the fucking gutter- and DON'T RUN ME OVER!" Mihael burst in alarm before Nate heard the tires screech loudly.

There was a thud and Nate shrieked, leaping from the car and rushing over to Mihael, his phone dropping to the ground. "Mihael, are you okay!?"

Mihael blinked up at Nate from the ground.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed.

"Who walks right out in the middle of the street!?" Mail snapped as he stepped out of the car next. "Is he hurt!?"

"Are you hurt?!" Nate cried, fawning all over the blonde with tears in his eyes.

"No, I think he killed my fucking cell!" Mello snapped as he stood up and glared at Mail. "Where'd you get your fucking license!?"

"He's fine." Mail snorted.

"Thank god... I mean gosh!" Nate cried, his face flushing in embarassment before he quickly got up and stumbled across the street, over to where the trailers where at.

"Quit bein' a baby, I didn't hit you blondie." Mail laughed.

"Screw you Jose!" Mihael snapped before turning to follow Nate.

Nate slipped into his trailer and looked around, groaning. Mihael had never been in here before... what was he going to think!? The entire place was a mess! And the curtains were all black... was he going to think Nate was some emo goth or something!?

"I can't believe that asshole friend of yours, why do you...your trailer's bigger than MINE!?" Mihael looked around.

"W-what!?" Nate cried, looking around. "N-no... its... its all the white contrasting against the black... it makes it look bigger..."

In truth, the white and black together would make the place look smaller, but he hoped Mihael wouldn't know that.

"That tears it, I'm gettin' a fuckin' hotel suite." Mihael grumbled before flopping in a beanbag chair.

The teenager looked surprised. "They'll pay for one!?"

"Are you kidding?" Mihael smirked. "My contract says I can practically ask for whatever I want."

He sat up and looked Near up and down.

"What's your modeling gig get you?" He asked.

Nate stared at him. "What modeling gig?"

"I thought you were like a teen model or something." Mihael blinked.

The boy stared at him for a moment before he started to laugh nervously. "Oh! Yeah... yeah, that! Um... it gets me... it gets me loads of things! Loads..."

"He means sex." Mail said as he came in.

"Shut up!" Nate cried, glaring at Mail. "And I didn't invite you in!"

"Oh well excuse me all the hell." Mail snorted before holding out Nate's cell phone. "Thought you might like this."

"So Nate's getting ass right and left, huh?" Mihael chuckled.

"I am not!" Nate snapped before he quickly added, "And I'm not gay!"

It was only after an awkward silence that he realized 'getting ass' could mean either gender.

"...Right." Mihael blinked before shaking his head.

"Yeah, Nate's knee deep in pussy like twenty-four, seven." Mail laughed before heading for the door.

"Jerk!" Nate snapped after him as he slammed the door, making the whole trailer rattle.

"...So are you two like...a 'thing'?" Mihael asked.

"WHAT!?" The younger teen shrieked, turning to stare at Mihael in horror.

"I mean why else would you hang with that guy?" Mihael laughed. "Is he just mooching off your fame or something?"

"Uh, no," Nate snorted, rolling his eyes. "For the press... When we go to parties together we're all over the front pages. Any publicity is good publicity, right?"

"You ever seen an interview with me?" Mihael asked, but didn't give Nate time to answer. "No? That's because I don't do 'em."

Nate lifted an eyebrow. "An effective way, I suppose, seeing as you beat out Mail in the polls..."

"People are always interested in what they know practically nothing about." Mihael snorted. "By being an enigma, I compel people to seek me out and try to find out more about me...get it?"

"...Sure," Nate offered, though he inwardly wanted to point out that Mihael wasn't the top of the poll, he was only in second.