"Yeah, you must know all about that, right?" Mihael laughed before standing up. "You gotta bed?"

Nate's eyes went wide and he scrambled to sit up. "Uhhh-! T-the bed is u-up there, above t-the dining room table-!"

He scrambled over and pulled open a small hatch, showing the bed. It really was a tiny trailer, barely big enough for a person to live in... almost like a camper.

"Hmm...that'll work." Mihael nodded- slipping off his shoes before he walked over and climbed onto the bed.

He laid back on it and laced his fingers behind his head before he sat up- propped on his elbows -and blinked at Nate.

"...You coming?" He asked the ivory-haired boy.

He heard a squeak before the boy shifted out of his own shoes and slowly climbed up, laying beside the blonde on the small bed.

It was only a few seconds after laying there that he tore his eyes away from Mihael and looked up... only to realize he had a poster of Mihael only about a foot away from his face.

"...Sooo..." Mihael smiled up at the poster. "Well...at least it's not a poster sized photograph from one of my concerts or something."

It took the younger teen a few moments to find his voice before he squeaked, "Never been to one!"

"Not even one of mine?" Mihael blinked- seeming surprised. "...The white smudges are fade marks, right?"

Nate quickly grabbed the poster and ripped it off. He struggled, flinging his arms wildly in an attempt to get it off of himself before throwing it to the ground, his chest heaving.

"...So...how many of the girls you drag back here like looking up at me from your bed?" Mihael asked.

Clearing his throat, Nate rolled back on to his back and glared up at his ceiling. "I could never afford to go to one of your shows."

"No?" Mihael blinked. "With your setup, I thought it'd be easy. You have some outstanding debts or somethings?"

Mihael sighed and laid back- lacing his fingers behind his head again.

"I know how it is." He sighed. "Studio fees, fast-lane lifestyle...then with all the illegal downloading, I might not see a dime."

He sighed again and closed his eyes. He had really deep blue eyes- Nate noticed -but they were planning on lightening them with CG during post production.

After a few moments of silence the teenager gave a small sigh. "...For the record, I bought your CDs."

"Thanks." Mihael smiled. "I'll sign one of them if you like."

"Why would I need your autograph?" Nate asked, lifting an eyebrow. "We're co-stars."

"Right." Mihael laughed. "But after filming we're taking off back to our lives."

"Right... our lives..." Nate said, giving the other a frown.

Mihael blinked.

"...What'd I say?" He asked.

"Nothing. Uh... were we going to practice?" Nate asked, changing the subject.

"Huh?" Mihael blinked. "Oh...uhh...do you have a script onhand?"

"...You haven't memorized your lines?" Nate asked, lifting an eyebrow in the blonde's direction.

"You only remember things really well when they're fresh in your head." Mihael sighed. "So I only read for the scene like a half hour before shooting."

"Funny, I remember mine perfectly," Nate sighed. "And most of yours, actually... lets see here... blah blah blah, Near I hate you but I seriously want to fuck you, ect, ect..."

Mihael burst into laughter.

"I know the fanbase is screaming at us about stuff like that!" Mihael laughed. "I can't believe you just said that though!"

The younger teenager scoffed at him. "Are you serious!? You can't TELL!?"

"Can't tell what?" Mihael chuckled- smiling at Nate the whole time.

"Our characters totally have sexual tension going on," Nate snorted.

"Well, naturally." The other boy rolled his eyes. "I'd wanna jump ya too."

Nate's eyes went wide and he cleared his throat. "You mean Near."

"Huh?" Mihael blinked. "Eh...what I say?"

"You said you'd want to jump 'me'," Nate scoffed, looking away... his face completely pink.

Mihael snorted and gave a light laugh.

"What's that?" He leaned closer to Nate's face. "Color?"

"W-what!?" Nate cried, jumping back and gasping as he almost fell off of the bed.

"Whoa!" Mihael reached out and wrapped around Nate as it seemed like he was about to tumble off- pulling him close and back into the safety of the drop-bed.

Nate's heart was pounding and for a few moments he was frozen before he seemed to realize where he was and he jerked in surprise. "I-I-! Um-!"

"You're way too jumpy." Mihael frowned. "If you fall over and break something, it'll slow down production...right?"

Mihael could feel Nate's heart hammering against his own chest.

"...Not if it's a leg?" Nate offered, hiding his face in Mihael's jacket as his cheeks flushed.

Mihael wrapped around Nate a little more.

"...You're really shaking." Mihael commented- reaching up to pet Nate's hair.

"You smell like chocolate," Nate whispered, weakly.

"...I'm not allowed to eat chocolate." Mihael smirked. "Bad for my figure."

Nate scoffed. "Yeah, because weighing... what, 100 lbs is bad...?"

He was glad the subject was changed and he didn't have to mention that the fact Mihael smelled like Chocolate fed into one of his many fantasies about the blonde.