"Look at him, he isn't even pretty. Ugh, why the hell did they have to be all modern and pick a guy from a girl role?"

"I know, right? Like, I know gay's are similar to girls, but this is just too much!"

"I should have been Elle! At least I got the tits for it."

Rave snorted to himself as he walked past the group of girls in the theater. The girls who had lost the lead role to him, the girls who only got the roles of the Greek friends. Jealousy was such an ugly color, even worse on the ugly faces of the females. Yet something was off, something was missing from the little posse' of bitchy girls. Rave looked over his shoulder, counting to himself. There were only three. Where was the fourth, main bitch of the group?

"Hey, cock sucker."

Rave looked forward, the bleach blonde female flickering strands of hair behind her shoulder. Thanks to the invention of four inch heels, the girl was eye level with Rave, able to sneer and crinkle her nose in his direction. The words came naturally, easily, and in a very bored tone. "Last time I checked the rumors in the locker rooms, you were the known cock sucker. Now, if you'll move before I catch your herpes." He watched as her mouth dropped open, plucked eyebrows shooting into her hairline. It was when the rest of the group started their hurried scuttle to him in their heels, did another voice join the party.

"What are you five girls doing back here? Hair and nails?" Nat grinned, resting his elbow onto Rave's shoulder, awkward with their height difference, which Rave pushed off roughly. "I could hear a little cat fight. Everyone rabies free back here? We can't have any scratches on a pretty face."

A giggle sounded from one of the girls, fingers twirling in hair. "But I don't see any scratches on the emo princess' face, so we are good to go!" The smiles and hair twirling stopped. It wasn't just the looks of surprise and near horror on the girls faces that made the lip splitting grin to slip onto Nat's face, it was also the look on Rave's. The look that screamed to know what he was doing, saying and was he trying to piss him off further? Oh yes, yes he was.

"The princess and I need to get going to rehearsal though, so excuse us, ladies. Shall I carry you like a gallanted steed, my lady?" Nat received a stomp to the foot in response, earning a yelp from the now injured football player. Grinning Nat whined over his foot, he leaned over to whisper into the jocks ear. "I'm no ones princess, bitch."

Rave returned to the stage.


Amus rubbed at his temples, listening once again as both Nat and Rave bickered on stage about their lines. Nat wanted to add a line, Rave wanted to staple Nat's mouth shut. It was like telling a compulsive eater not to eat that cake when putting those two together on the stage and requesting them not to fight. It was just too much for them to resist.

"I'm going to knock a luggy in your fartknocker!" Amus didn't even look up, shaking his head and sighing to himself as he listened to the sounds of his students once again. What was a man to do? What could be done? What was there that he could say to make them bond or talk or even work together for a bit? It seemed that they did better when alone together, but how … that's it. That's when the lightbulb when off in Amus' head. Looking to the stage of the before school practice, Amus shouted loudly, gaining the two attention.


The situation was not one that Nat considered pleasant. They both were forced to stay in the theater during their lunch hour to practice as he and Rave were bickering during the rehearsals, Amus believing it would do them well. Rave scowled at him from the other side of the stage, Nat responding maturely by sticking out his tongue and showing his half chewed food. The look of disgust on James' face was worth it as the teal haired male snickered and grinned.

"You are revolting, Goldberg." The sneer was obvious, Nat waving his hand with a half eaten banana and peanut butter sandwich. "Sticks and stones, princess, you wish you had as much swag as me. Yolo." Rave snorted. "You realize swag is an acronym for 'secretly we are gay'? Is there something you would like to tell me?"

Nat choked on his sandwich, beating his own chest to make himself cough. It wasn't that he had a problem with homosexuality, hell, as long as that ass was tight, he would be a happy man and he loved his best friend and said best friends boyfriend. But the idea of his rival having such information about his sexuality when he himself was straddling the border was not acceptable, nor cool.

This couldn't go ignored though, no way. Nat had to respond, had to push the line and make the brown eyed emo boy regret mocking the sexy Nat.

All it took was a few strides to cross the stage and move to were Rave was leaning against the back wall, raising an eyebrow. "You would like that though, wouldn't you,buttercup? You just wanna jump all over me, I know it. I knew that I was too much for even you to resist, I mean how could you? I'm sexy, I'm cute, I got a nice ass to boot." Yet nothing else was able to escape his lips. Nat found himself turned so Rave had him pressed to the wall, a knee between his thighs.

The lips that were a mere breath away were moving, taking the teal haired wide receiver a moment to understand. "And if I said yes? That I want you? I want every inch of you? That you make my knees quiver and my brain go into a haze? That you are my every thought?" Nat's mouth ran dry, though it was far from disgust or horror. Far, far from it.

"But you're not my type. I prefer men taller then me." Rave stepped back, flicking a lock of his hair back as he left the stage, Nat slipping to the ground. What the hell just happene- HEY!

"I AM OF AVERAGE HEIGHT FOR MY AGE!"


The after school performance wasn't any better. The two still bickered and fought, though this time, the stayed a good three feet from each other. An odd tension between the two. Even Edd thought it was curious as he stepped towards the star of the show. Rave glanced up, raising an eyebrow. While he and Edd didn't dislike each other, they wouldn't … consider each other friends. So why Edd was fidgeting, staring at him, Rave couldn't explain.

"You know … Nathan isn't quite as horrible as you may believe. He has some redeeming qualities!" Rave simply raised an eyebrow, watching as the hat wearing teen made hand gestures. "Well, to start with, he is a very loyal friend . ."

"He sells photos of you and your boy-toy Kevin to the school and on the internet. I wouldn't call that loyalty."

" . .…He is a positive person …"

"He whines daily about the lack of love he feels and how the world will end."

"… He … knows how to liven up a crowd?"

"Do you not remember how he tried to liven up the crowd during the class hamsters funeral? He fucking tossed it across the field."

Edd was running low on ideas, a sweat breaking out along his skin as he looked around for any form of inspiration. "He umm . . can accomplish almost anything he puts his mind too! Why, he even made his goldfish break dance for a full thirty seconds! Isn't that impressive?" Rave gave Edd a look, raising an eyebrow and snorting before Edd reluctantly explained. "… he took it out of the bowl and it died."

"So he is a fish murderer. Exactly what I want in a man. Got anything else to try and convince me he isn't an asshole, fish murdering dramatic freak or was that your last line?" Rave questioned, Edd giving a shaky smile. "He … is unique? I just … I know that the fighting is affecting him, and being as Nat is quite good chums with Kevin, I just … wish ti assist in any way I can. Is there nothing you find redeeming about him?" Edd questioned once more before looking up as Rave pushed himself to stand, a good inch or two taller then the Edd boy.

"No. Nothing at all. In fact, I wouldn't mind if he dropped the fuck out. Save me trouble in my high school life."

Plank leaned against one of the background sets, listening as he took a drag of his cigarette slowly. Narrowed eyes looked to the two males, listening in without a care. While Edd was easily fooled with the words, Plank was not. He had noticed the look given when the girls flirted with Nat. He had seen how Nat scowled when anyone touched Rave. He had seen the way their eyes connected and had locked together during the rehearsal. Something was going on, and Plank needed something to spice up this musical. Something to make things fun.

What was more fun then a bit of drama?