Legless Porcelain

Act 3

Try as he might, Nate could not keep himself from visiting the blond performer, much to Alec's displeasure, Nate had taken an interest in Alec.

"Argh!" Alec growled exasperated, throwing his hands in the air.

"I give up!" He managed to say as he threw himself backwards onto the bed he was sitting on, earning an amused laugh from the brunet by his side.

"No matter what I do you always come back! You're like the freaking plague..." Alec moaned as he slung his arm over his face.

"Plague, huh? Never heard somebody compare me to that before..." Nate replied in feign thoughtfulness, attempting to suppress a smirk.

"Yes, you are the bubonic-fucking-plague, and people were probably not educated enough to think of such a perfect comparison!" Ale spat as he grunted in irritation.

Nate snorted in a closed mouth laugh of amusement from the performer's, new found, snarky tactics.

"I fail to see what is oh-so-hilarious about this situation Berret." Alec grumbled with an arm still slung over his face covering his eyes, trying to hide a smirk from breaking out onto his face at the expected reaction from the brunet.

"You make me sound so old...use my first name..." Nate whined pleadingly with a pout making the blond snort in amusement.

"Will you leave if I do?" Alec asked hopefully.

"Not a chance." Replied Nate, trailing his silver eyes over the blond doll-like-boy.

"Will I ever be rid of you?" Alec grumbled.

"Nope." Said Nate, popping the "p" teasingly at the blond.

Nate watched with sharp eyes as Alec deflated onto the mattress with a sigh of defeat.

"What is it that you find so amusing in talking to me anyway?" Alec asked, voice meek, as he silently cursed himself for sounding so vulnerable.

"Many thing actually, first of all your snarky, well-thought comebacks (though you were cold at first), your short temper is also-"

"I am not short-tempered!" Interrupted Alec.

"Sure you're not...live forever in denial..." Sighed Nate dramatically.

"I hate you..." Said Alec, trying to keep a smile from breaking out onto his lips.

"Nope, you adore me, you probably have a diary full of hidden sketches of me somewhere..." Nate said with a teasing glint in his eyes.

"I really hate you." Insisted Alec, his voice lacking venom.

"Aw, your need to live in denial is so adorable." Nate cooed teasingly.

Alec kicked him on the side with his nub, only making the errand boy laugh.

"Shut it Berret." Alec snorted, giggling softly at the brunet's pouted lips.

"I'm not that old doll-boy..." Nate whined childishly.

"Did you just call me doll-boy?" Asked Alec, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

"I would call you princess...but I don't know, I kind of like breathing."

"Who would have thought? You actually have the ability to think before you speak, this is progress." Teased Alec.

Nate Dramatically clutched his shirt over his heart as he said,

"You wound me doll-boy, why must you hurt me this way?"

"Idiot." Alec murmured before cracking into an open laugh.

Nate only stared in pleasant surprise at the melodic laugh. It was by no means loud, but it echoed off the plain walls of the small trailer. It soon became contagious and Nate soon found himself laughing along with Alec. Their laughter, like and orchestrated melody, resonated off the cramped walls in the old trailer, until the noises from the outside could no longer be heard, and this became their only reality. It was an hour before Nate had to take his leave to his own personal trailer.