A/N: Hello! Another update so soon? What is this?

To answer that question, I will not be able to be online tomorrow because of a trip. I didn't want to leave y'all with nothing. And this is one of my favorite chapters.

Mike might be just a tad OOC because of his irritation and frustration. But he doesn't snap. Not yet.

Enjoy!

"Mike, where are you? Get down here NOW!"

"Ok, Noah, sheesh. I'm just...packing."

"For what? And don't call me Noah, call me sir."

"Nothing. Sir." Mike rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, right. Get down here!"

Mike sighed and placed down the shirt he'd just folded into his bag. It was the blue one Brick had given him. He raced down the attic stairs as fast as he could with his bad leg, and found Noah at the foot. He stopped a few stairs up.

"What are you packing for? And don't tell me nothing," Noah asked.

Mike sighed. "A trip, sir."

"Where? You don't have anyone else."

"To the capital. For the show I'm in, sir."

Noah chuckled. "Since when did you do anything other than clean and take up space?"

"Since I was nine."

"Yeah, like you have any special talents." Noah rolled his eyes. "You're just a servant."

"A servant who owns this house…" He muttered.

"What did you say?!"

"Nothing, sir. But I do act."

"So I've heard. We're coming with you. I can't expect people to believe you are allowed to go to the capital city by yourself!"

"I'm going with the rest of the cast and crew. I won't be alone."

"Still, I don't trust you to go off without-ahem-adult supervision."

"Trent's an adult! And I'm seventeen! I'm not a kid. Plus, I'm the youngest cast member. Everyone else is an adult."

"Can't trust actors." Noah turned his head into the hallway. "Scott! Vito!"

His sons were in their room, no doubt driving each other crazy. "Yeah?" "Wassup?" they both responded at the same time.

"Pack some clothes and make yourselves presentable, we're going to the capital."

"Why?" Scott asked.

"Because the servant needs to do a 'show'"

"Really? Why should we care?"

"We shouldn't. It just so happens I have some...business there I have to take care of. It would be a welcome distraction. Besides, it's only for.." Noah looked at Mike and raised an eyebrow.

"Two weeks." Mike replied quietly.

"Two weeks!" Noah called back.

"Fine," Scott said. "This place is boring anyway."

"Ey, who knows, we might see a hot princess o' somethin', bro." Mike heard Vito say.

"Yeah… but I'll see her first!" Scott called.

"Naw, bro, she's mine!" And they began fighting with each other.

Noah took a deep breath and exhaled. "Sometimes I wonder why I let Izzy get me in that closet…" He muttered. "My life would be so much easier."

Mike had slowly started to creep back up the stairs.

"Get back down here this instant! I'm not finished with you yet!"

Mike sighed and came back to his original stair. "What?"

"We are not going to be seen together, understand? Not in public. I don't want to be associated with a filthy servant like you." Noah wrinkled his nose in disgust, like he'd smelled something rotten.

Mike frowned. Then, he haughtily and slightly uncharacteristically said, "I wouldn't want to be seen with you in public either. Besides, the cast is staying in one place. We don't have to see each other at all."

Noah's face turned red. He huffed and turned away and went back down the stairs.

Mike was confused about Noah's reaction, but shrugged it off and went back upstairs to finish packing.

Please review, it's appreciated. See you next Monday!:)