"...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.

"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.