Legally Nave
Chapter Three

Note: xD If you don't know who Nat and Rave are, join Tumblr, read them on the 'nathan kedd goldberg' and the '' tags. If 'Larry' is reading, please, go on and continue calling me a cunt for your lack of knowing the Tumblr!Canon characters. This story is Nave/NatxRave, get over it, and Mirror Mirror is a smut writing of them as well for anyone interested.

Please enjoy chapter three!

Slowly, more of the student body were showing up at practices when the rumors of who the cast was made up of went around. Rave couldn't help the giddy expression on his face as he looked past the curtain, always one to be encouraged by having an audience watch him. Though of course, the fact his 'Emmett' was current leaning over the edge of the stage to flirt with a group of freshmen just lowered his mood. Why must the theater gods push him so far? Did he screw up a line? A note? What was it he did to deserve this?

Sighing, Rave straightened his shirt before stepping onto the stage. They would be working on the scene where Elle is kicked from class and Emmett tells her about his troubles. A simple folding chair was place for him to sit, a script in hand just in case. With a clear of the professors throat, Nat moved into place and grinned.

"Heeeeyyyyy, little lady. Them legs so sexy."

"What the hell are you doing?" Rave hissed violently, eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowed as he looked to Nat who wiggled his eyebrows. "What time do those legs open? What did you say your name was? Jessica, Brittney, Sarah, Claire, Brenda?"

The glare from Rave was growing, his fingers twisting the script in his hands. Even professor Amus was confused though amused by Nat's actions. Nat gasped and snapped his fingers, grinning as he leaned in to Rave with a flirty smile. "Your name is Edith, isn't it?"

Rave was doing all he could to not scream and shout at the teal haired idiot. Just breath, calm down. Breath, calm down. Breath, calm down. Bre- "Lily, baby, why don't you ever look at we when me make love?"

That's it.

"Go fuck yourself Goldberg"

"Can I do it with you instead?" Rave glared harshly, crossing his arms over his chest at the grinning, egotistical male before him. What was his fucking problem? Why did he have to ruin this all for him? WHY?! Even the professor wasn't doing anything to assist with this . . this . . maniac!

"No."

"Thats not what you said last night."

"That's not what your mom said last night either." The words slipped from his lips. He saw the wince on Nat's face. A moment of guilt at remembering the situation with Nat's mother before hearing the retort.

"Your dad enjoyed it too."

It was fucking on. The students watching seemed to turn towards the free show, amused, curious and mentally wondering when they would just shut up and get to the sex. It seemed almost disappointing when they didn't jump each others bones, instead continuing on with grit teeth, eyes flashing with anger and another emotion hidden behind the tension.

"I didn't know you like to fuck with parents."

"Only the best for you baby."

"And I'm the statue of liberty."

"Well you can hold my torch any day"

"Then I'll light it with fire."

"I like it hot."

Rave balled his hands into fists, pushing himself from the chair to stare down at the shorter Nat who was grinning wickedly, no, smirking at him. Face to face, their tones were getting louder, violent, and far more into their verbal fight. The professor raised an eyebrow. Most of the cast had either started practicing their own lines or left for the day, the audience watching. Someone had popcorn. Amus wanted to sigh, wanted to stop the fight, wanted to cease the madness! Yet … they were bonding. This was the first and it was needed between the two teenagers. Plus it was them working on acting, or so he told himself with the insults thrown.

"I'll get someone that has a vagina with teeth to fuck with you. So that when you stick your dick in, it'll get bitten off." Whoa. That was rather violent, even to Rave. He was about to retract the statement, yet somehow, Nat continued on. "Are you saying you have a vagina?"

"No. But if I did, I'd make sure it'll cut your fucking horse shit dick off."

"So you are saying I'm well hung?"

"Too big to fuck anyone."

"At least I still get more then you, virgin butt."

Was this a challenge? Was this Nat's way of questioning if he was a virgin? He wouldn't admit that he wasn't, it would give Nat too much to prod into, to question and involve himself even further. But if he lied and said he was a virgin, then it would be harassment until he revealed the true. Cut back to the prodding into his personal life plus harassment of being a liar. "You wouldn't even know if I was a virgin or not."

"Oh I do. I have skills. How do you think I get those photos of Kevin and Double Dee?"

"Then I can officially report you to the police for stalking two people and constant harassment."

"You ain't got proof and even if you did, I look good in stripes."

"You'd look terrible in stripes." Perhaps this was too much to say for Nat as this time, a look of concern crossed his face. They hadn't even noticed the empty theater, even professor Amus was gone, having either not wanting to deal with the drama or avoid the sexual tension. It was just them, face to face, eyes staring into anothers, anything but romantic, and anything but violence. "WHAT YOU TRYING TO SAY?!"

"What do YOU think?"

"I think you called me fat."

"Obviously", Rave rolled his eyes. The quiver to Nat's lower lip was signal that their argument was either going to worsen or settle at last. He was hopeful for the later. "My booty is fly."

"Oh please, yours is as flat as a billboard."

"At least I'm wanted. No one wants your booty. It ain't fly."

"At least I'm waiting. You're just whoring yourself to everyone else and becoming more loose every single time, like an overused, overstretched and old piece of underwear."The anger on Nat's face increased, trying hard to keep this as a game in his favor more then one he was losing or something that he would lose his cool over. No, Rave would NOT affect the great Nathan Kedd Goldberg like that! "Bitch, as if I am loose! My booty is so tight!"

Rave stepped forward and suddenly pinned Nat to the floor. His hands and legs on either side of the other, with a stern glare. He slowly leaned down and whispered into his ear, tone low and husky, "You're loose." And with that, he pushed himself off and proceeded to walk to the dressing room. To say that Nat was surprised would be an understatement as he was pressed to the hard ground, his hands gripping the wood panels. "What the fuck?! I AM TIGHT, BABY, DON'T DENY IT, AMANDA!"

What neither noticed as Nat pushed himself to stand and stomp from the theater was the tall, blonde haired Russian senior. Smoke flowed slowly around him from his cigarette. It seemed the two actors had more in common then it seemed. Including mutual feelings. The teen grinned to himself, flicking the cigarette and crushing it under his boot. This could be fun, even to Planks standards.