[A/N: Inspired by starsnuffers! :D] [I need to stop posting stuff. Like, now.]

Before the fame, before the money, before everything - they were best friends. Nate and Shane. Always together. (They hadn't met Jason yet. Not until next year, when Brown tells Shane something about him starting a band.) But, now, Nate was facing a dilemma. A girl dilemma at that.

"Shane?"

"Sup?" He asked, nonchalantly sitting at the dock.

"Uhm, can I talk to you?"

"You are."

"In private?" Nate rolled his eyes.

"Oh." He stood. "Sure." They made their way back to their cabin, the same cabin they've had since they met. Shane plopped down on his bed, watching Nate stay standing. He rose an eyebrow.

"Well, there's this, uhm, girl.."

"Yeah?"

"And I like her. And she likes me."

"How is this a bad thing?" He crinkled his nose.

"It's not." He paused. "It just...what if...she wants me to kiss her?"

"Then you...kiss her?"

"That's the problem."

"How?"

"I don't know how." Both of his eyebrows rose in surprised amusement.

"Is that so?"

"Shut up, Shane." He cleared his throat.

"Well, what do you want me to do about it?"

"Help me."

"Help you how, exactly?"

"Teach me how to kiss someone." Shane immediately thought he was kidding. But, by the serious look on his face, he took his thought back.

"You want me...to show you how to kiss?" A silent nod. "Are you kidding me, Nate?"

"What? I'm serious!"

"So, what? You wanna kiss me or something?"

"No! I don't want to, but I don't wanna be a bad kisser when...yeah." He blushed.

"I can't believe this." He sighed, standing in front of him. "What's the girls name?"

"Amy."

"Pretend I'm Amy then." He coughed. "Oh my God, you're like sooo hawt!"

"Really, Shane?"

"What? Does Amy have a man's voice?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Then shut up and go with it. Before I change my mind." He paused. "And this never leaves the cabin." Nate nodded.

"Well, uh, Amy.." He stuttered.

"No."

"No?"

"You can't say uh. It makes you look stupid. Try again."

"Amy, I really like you and..."

"And?" He made his voice high again.

"I was wondering if....you wanted to go out sometime?"

"Oh my God, I'd love to!" He giggled, clapping his hands together. "Bye!" He turned, walking back over to his bed.

"Shane." He groaned.

"Oh, come on. She's not gonna kiss you like that."

"On the date she will!" He sighed, turning back around, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Make it believable."

"Okay." He stood there, not knowing what to say.

"Hello? Nate?" Shane said, snapping his finger in his face. "Anyone home?" In the blink of an eye, he had him rammed up against the wall, Nate's lips attacking his own. His eyes widened in shock. Not at the fact that his best friend was kissing him - at the fact he was a good kisser. And he really shouldn't know that about him, either. He let his eyes close and hesitantly returned the kiss. Oh, God, this is so wrong. The thought was pushed aside as he wrapped his arms around Nate's shoulders, pulling at his curls. Nate moaned, pressing more into the kiss. Shane's tongue entered his mouth, making him shiver against him. He turned them around, so that Nate was pressed up against the wall. He pushed his hips into his, making a loud moan erupt from the young boys throat. Soon enough, they pulled away for air. And stared at each other. Realization slapped them both in the face as they tore away. Shane stumbled backwards a bit, and Nate stood against the wall, a look of shock across his features.

"Shane, I, uhm.." Shane caught his breath and nodded at him.

"I think you'll do find on your date." He said, before turning and quickly rushing out of the cabin. Nate ran his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, thanks."