They ending up meeting at a coffee shop. Rave had just got out of his drama class, leaving him wired and slightly restless. There was a big production planned for later in the spring and normally the professor wouldn't allow freshman to have any role in it. But as soon as Rave took the stage all eyes were on him and any doubt that could have possibly settled was lifted with the volume in his voice. Every movement was calculated, pressed, and charged to create something beautiful and believable, leaving all witnesses dazed at the unexpected talent.

Rave had a spot in production before his song even ended.

Now, sitting in the cramped café with cider in his hand, the mahogany haired student could barely control his heartbeat. It had been a rather eventful day.

He stopped looking for his roommate's friend long after he had ordered his drink, too focused on his shaking hands and jittery feet. When the bell rang above the small doorway Rave didn't even notice.

"Well hello there, beautiful!"

Slightly startled but refusing to show it, Rave stilled his hands and glanced up. He was met with bright, shockingly green hair and golden eyes that twisted with undisguised mirth. The drama student was slightly put off by the stranger's appearance, but upon searching his clothes found that he at least knew how to put an outfit together. There was some definition under his thin shirt, though, leaving Rave to suspect he was an athlete of some sort.

"And you must be the idiot."

The stranger took his hands out of his pockets and pulled up a chair before sitting himself down heavily, legs crossed and wearing red converse. He looked like a goddamn Christmas tree.

"Knew it had to be you. No one else could look so fucking gloomy on such a nice day."

Rave turned his head to look outside, quirking an eyebrow at the heavy rain pouring alongside the campus cement. His companion chuckled.

"Er, well, it was sunny earlier. Probably until you showed up."

Rave failed to see the humor, opting to give a pointed glare. His feet began to get jittery again.

Having picked up on the mahogany-haired teen's disapproval, the green haired loon decided to finally introduce himself. He didn't offer a hand, just lightly nodded as he gave his name with a big smile.

"Name's Nat by the way, and unless you give me yours I'll have to resort to calling you 'princess'." His smile smeared into a daunting leer. "Unless you're into that kind of thing?"

Rave, tired on the inane silent front he was giving, chose to speak.

"Buy me another cider and we'll talk."

It took less than a minute for Nat to bounce up, skip to the counter, and place his order with a bright grin on his face. What made it take longer from there was the flirting with the cashier over the drinks, resulting in a dollar dropped into the tip jar. The green haired teen proceeded to make annoying quips about the steaming cup in front of him until it was to his liking. When he returned, Rave had to clench his hands to fight back the desire to hit him.

Idiot.

"Ahh…" he sighed, setting his companion's drink down in front of him with no regards to spillage. Nat pulled his own cup closer, a thick white liquid that was no doubt some form of chocolate, before setting his head down contentedly in his folded arms. "Cozy in here, yeah?"

Rave sipped his cider, muttering. "If you have the right clothing for it, I suppose."

"Mmm?"

"Nothing."

Nat watched interestedly as Rave glared at the downpour from outside the café window, shuffling his shoes together nervously in the process. The green haired teen was amused at the thought that his 'princess' was worried about getting his pretty little feet wet in the rainy weather. He supposed that the drama student was similar to Double D in that way. No wonder they're roommates.

"So…" Nat began, lifting his head and giving a lecherous smile. Speaking of roommates… "How's Double D doing? Pining after my dear Kevin, as per usual?"

This seemed to pull Rave from his inner musings, and slowly he turned his attention to his otherwise insane companion. Quirking an eyebrow—Nat couldn't quite tell yet if it was genuine interest or sarcastic inquiry—the mahogany haired teen grabbed his cider and took another sip, all the while keeping contact over the rim of the cup. It was then that Nat became aware of exactly how attractive the drama student was (because holy shit eyes weren't supposed to do that they weren't supposed to make you feel that way get a hold of yourself Goldberg) and had to swallow due to the sudden dryness in his mouth. His confident smile almost slipped, and by the way the drama student gave a dark smirk, the bastard knew it too.

Rave finally set his cup down and crossed his legs. "I haven't seen much of him lately. Thought he was at your place or something, getting his dick wet from your fucking dinner thief of a roommate."

Pretty eyes but a filthy mouth. "Dinner thief?" he asked, laughing. "What the fuck?"

The drama student suddenly closed in on himself, becoming more defensive and looking away in embarrassment. "Eddward's a good cook." He mumbled, fighting the urge to cross his arms. "But he's never around to make anything now that Kevin is in the picture."

"Oh my god," Nat choked. "Are you seriously pissed that my best friend stole your housewife?"

Rave threw back his head and groaned, exasperated. "It's not like that!"

"Sure, sure, sure," his companion said, leaning back further in his chair. "But now that I think about it, Double D makes some pretty damn good lasagna. Last time he came over with some leftovers I think and Kev wouldn't stop moaning about how good it was. I swear, the sockhead turned almost as red as the sauce!"

Rave silently fumed. "He brings you guys food?"

"Yeah, whenever he comes over to help Kevin 'study'." Nat's shoulder's sagged, a grimace settling across his face. "That's really all those lovebirds do, though. Nothing naughty going on behind those closed doors."

"I have a feeling that you try and watch every move they make. They probably know it, too."

Appalled, the green haired teen scoffed. "C'mon, I'm not that obvious."

Rave took in the bright hair, lazy yet confident smile, and squeaky sneakers. His jacket was still wet from outside and his pants looked like they were a size too small (in a good way, but Rave wouldn't admit that out loud) but what stood out the most was the bright gold of his eyes that were alert and ever watchful. He was probably one of those crazy guys that watched people in the park.

"I'm sure."

They lapsed into a small moment of silence as the café became a little busier. By the time it quieted down again, the rain had settled to a small drizzle and their cups were half way full. Or empty, in Rave's case.

"So…" The green haired loon decided to make his presence known yet again, although it wasn't hard to acquire. "What're we going to do about our obviously gay for each other roommates?"

"Not slip any aphrodisiac in their drinks, which is probably what you're thinking." Rave muttered, swirling the settled espresso in his drink.

"God, how the fuck do you do that? Read my damn mind." Nat laughed. "Seriously though, the tension is killing me! Kevin won't admit anything other than they're childhood friends or something, and Double D just gets all stuttery and won't spill nothin' in the end."

Rave sighed. "That's because you're confronting them all wrong, dipshit. You're being too obvious. Not asking the right questions."

Downing the remains of his drink, Nat fell back further in his chair. "Alright Mr. Know-It-All, what do you have in mind? Got any dirt on your sweet little innocent roomie?"

The drama student thought for a little bit, staring hard through the café window out into the school courtyard. Eddward liked to keep to himself most of the time and hadn't exactly expressed too much interest in sharing his personal life or daring childhood stories. For all he knew, the science major was still a virgin.

Expect… there was one time where Rave caught the end of an interesting phone call. Eddward didn't know he was home, and had left their bedroom door open. He was talking, animatedly, although there was a slight desperateness for the conversation to end. His voice was high, shrill, and slightly shaking. At some point during the conversation Eddward had dropped his phone and it had somehow turned to speaker.

"…I remember you dreaming about him, ya know? Way to break a girl's heart!"

The voice was nasally, but no doubt feminine. Eddward has fumbled again with his phone, adjusting the sound, and proceeded to apologize over and over again before ending the phone call. He sighed loudly just as Rave caught a glimpse of their room, Eddward's head cradled in his hands as he whispered:

"Kevin, this is all your fault…"

Rave's brows furrowed at the memory, biting his lip before shaking his head.

"No," he said to Nat, shrugging his shoulders and returning to his drink. "Eddward is rather quiet about personal matters, and I'm not the kind of asshole who goes snooping for them."

"Ahhh," Nat moaned, hand dramatically splayed over his heart. "You wound me, right here."

He snorted. "Sure."

When the rained cleared and the sky began to show more signs of returning to a brighter color, both college students threw away their drink cups and proceeded to walk around the more scenic part of the campus. The chill wind bit at Rave's face, so he pulled his scarf up to cover his nose.

Nat chuckled, hands deep in his pockets. "You looked like Rudolph there for a second, Princess."

Rave deemed it wise not to respond when his mouth was thickly covered.

They walked for awhile, thinking, Nat occasionally breaking the silence for an attempt at conversation since he was, well, Nat and couldn't contain himself for longer than a certain amount of time.

He questioned the drama student relentlessly about every topic he could think of, ignoring the thickly wound scarf interfering with Rave's verbal abilities. He didn't seem to mind the lack of responses though, until he breached a rather dangerous topic.

"Broadway! Haha, I've been there a couple of times for vacation when I wanted to see some old friends of mine. Nice place, nice people; just only for so long, ya know?"

Rave stopped in his tracks, turning to his companion incredulously. He tugged his scarf down. "You've been to Broadway?"

Nat blinked in surprise, tilting his head in confusion. "Uh, yeah? Isn't that what I just said?"

Impatient, Rave batted his arm childishly. "No, you idiot! I meant you've actually been there and have seen people on stage? Like, the theater?"

Understanding slowly dawned on the green haired teen's face, smile stretching smugly as he found an opening. God, his princess's exterior was hard to break through.

"Ohhh, did I hit the right spot? Yeah, honey I've been there. My parents know some people and I get to vacation in our small townhouse occasionally. I also get to go backstage and shit, chat with a few people and try on the costumes."

Rave's eyes looked a mix of deep irritation and glossy adoration, making him bite his lip hard.

Then Nat made the second mistake of asking the question:

"So… what's your favorite musical?"

And suddenly he knew why his princess was called Rave. He talked and talked and talked and Nat was almost envious of how he managed to draw in that much air to speak, voice never breaking and passion bleeding into every word he said. Half the shit that fell out of Rave's mouth Nat wouldn't be able to remember, but he would remember that he said them and felt it with all his heart, because it was the way his lips moved, or the way he smiled, that made Nat stare and listen and never forget.

His heart was beating a little too fast for his liking, and Rave's mouth just kept moving.

"…and that's why I want to be in Broadway." He finished, sucking in another breath before releasing it in tired relief. His smile was beautiful, if not a little nervous and slightly intimidating.

"Fuck…" Nat said. He honestly didn't know how to respond for once in his life. Rave rolled his eyes before turning away to continue down the campus pathway, slightly embarrassed at living up to his childhood nickname yet again, causing the green haired loon stumble as he scrambled to catch up.

"Wait!" Suddenly hit with an idea, Nat caught up to the drama student and faced him. "You're a singer, right? Why not take our roomies out to dinner, get wasted, then go do some karaoke? It'll be the perfect male bonding experience!"

The drama student almost looked disgusted at the idea. "You do realize the challenge you're placing, correct? Asking me to karaoke?"

"Wow way to sound high and mighty there, princess." His lecherous grin was back full force, gold eyes sparkling. "Kinda like me! Which isn't the point, by the way. We're here for our stupid roomies, Shovel Chin and Double Dweeb, yeah? This'll be perfect!"

Sighing heavily in an attempt to gather some patience, Rave pinched his temples and tried to honestly weigh the pros and cons of the situation. He had a feeling that either way Nat would scam them into getting drunk or at least drinking, so dinner couldn't exactly be avoided. Karaoke, however, he didn't want to participate in since he knew Nat would try and make a stupid fucking show out of himself. Then again, maybe that would be the perfect distraction for his roommate. Maybe, just maybe, the only reason those two hadn't been able to advance in their relationship was because of the idiotic green loon in front of him.

It would make sense, considering he had thought about drugging them into sex not an hour ago in the café.

Releasing his temples, Rave came to the only solution he could find. Agreeing with the fool's ridiculous plan.

"Fine." He said, and Nat jumped in the air and screamed in victory. "Oh my god shut up you imbecile! There have to be some rules!"

"Sure, sure, sure. Anything you want, princess!"

"First, this dinner you speak of will not be anything fast food or greasy cheap shit of the sort. A decent diner, at least."

Nat clasped his hands in front of him, eyes gleaming. "Yes."

Rave's eyes narrowed. "Second, I refuse to get fucking wasted. You and I can't get drunk, but our roommates are free game. I don't want to clean up vomit all night, considering that wouldn't exactly be the most romantic of moods."

The green haired teen's nods increased in speed. "Yes, yes."

"Third, don't make a fool of yourself on stage. If we end up doing a duet, I lead. You follow."

"Oh yes."

"Lastly, and most importantly," Rave started, glaring at Nat's obnoxiously bright and buzzing figure. "Don't pressure them into anything they don't want to do. This includes kissing, touching, sex, rimming, ramming, blow jamming, and any other gay alternative to the phrase 'ass virginity' that you can think of. Is that clear?"

"YES."

Unsatisfied, but knowing there was not much else he could do, Rave shook his head before pulling out his phone. "How does this Saturday sound?"

Nat dropped his phone twice in his eagerness to solidify their plans. Rave just couldn't believe he had met the fool in his phone in person.

Saturday was not going to be pleasant, the drama student could already tell.