Author's Note: So, this is a TINY chapter… just something I thought was cute and followed up the previous chapter. Anyway, enjoy the cute fluffiness now while you can, the next chapter will be good :).

Best Friends, Lovers, and Nate Gray

Elvis

By: Chelsea

Rating: T… 13+… language and possible sexual content in future

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Camp Rock or its characters. I do own the theme and plot of this story as well as my own characters.

"Natey, you know you want to…" I said in a baby voice as I held up a small, pink, stuffed pig to his face.

"Get that thing out of my face," Nate scuffed as he shoved away the pig. I dropped my jaw in disapproval.

Last night after dinner while we were waiting to pay, Nate went off and bought the pig that he had picked out earlier. Now we were on the tour bus on our way to Baton Rouge, Louisiana.

"Nate," I said lowering the pig and adopting a more serious tone, "please."

He looked over at me, eyes squinted. Nate stared at me for a moment and I stared back, but he knew this was a battle that he wasn't going to win. "Fine," he huffed and threw the remote at me.

I smiled victoriously. We were arguing, but not seriously of course, over what to watch. Nate and I never seriously argued. I picked up the remote and switched the channel from a re-run of Heroes to a re-run of DeGrassi. I know that Nate secretly likes DeGrassi, but he just doesn't like to admit it.

I set the remote down on the coffee table and sat on the couch with my legs underneath me. Nate looked over at me, well, actually, the pig that was in my lap.

"You like your pig?" he asked almost rhetorically, probably because I had it brought it with me instead of leaving it in the van.

I smiled brightly. "I love him… I just can't think of a name," I said with a defeated tone.

Nate stared at the stuffed animal and then picked him up out of my lap. He held it up at face level and stared at it. "Hm," he sighed, his eyebrows drawn close together. I pursed my lips together tightly to try and stifle the laughter that was starting to form inside of me at his expression.

"Elvis," Nate said decidedly, handing me the pig.

"Elvis," I repeated looking at the gift from Nate. I was looking for something like Mr. Snuffles, but I really liked Elvis. "Are you naming him after Elvis Costello or Elvis Presley?" I asked looking back up at Nate.

"You're seriously asking me that?" Nate asked surprised.

"Costello," we both said at the same time. I knew that was the answer but for some reason, the question was unavoidable. I hugged Elvis up against my chest and turned my attention to the television screen and into the drama filled world of Manny Santos and her topless affairs.

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