Camera Doesn't Lie. (boyxboy)

Chapter IV.

It was early evening. Trent buried his head inside the pillow. He felt stupid. He had locked himself inside the Halloween Room and had not come out ever since like some sort of child. The blonde hoped that he had not worried Nick or Nathan too badly. He thought about coming out at least for dinner, but he didn't feel like eating a table with Boomer.

"Trent, tilt your head sideways. Now look at the camera."

Boomer rolled over, sighing heavily.

"Great, Trent."

Dark blue eyes looked intensely at him. Focused, strong, prodding. Boomer was turning over an idea in his mind. He could tell by the look in his eyes.

How else could he make the picture better?

What else could he do to hint the idea of the picture?

What would look beautiful?

'Dammit…' Trent thought. 'I told myself I was never going to think about him, and I see him once and look what happens! I can't get him out of my head!' He was still so damn sexy, even after five years.

"This one is good. Why don't you use it?"

"No, not this one."

"Hm? Why not?"

"It has too much of myself in it."

"Too much of yourself?"

"Yes."

Trent stopped himself. He shook his head.

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Nick got up from his bed. It was late at night; it was probably even early morning by now. They had all finished eating dinner long ago (Trent wasn't present, but Boomer was) and to get ready to the photo-shoot they had gone to bed early. Trent was more of a late sleeper, so he had been lying awake in bed since 9:00 PM. Nathan was snoozing peacefully in his bed. Nick pouted, placed his hands behind his head and wondered how his brother could sleep so easily.

Being in a large house, a nice room, and with Ryan McKee sleeping right next door only helped Nick stay awake. He really should be sleeping. If he had bags under his eyes, it wouldn't look nice tomorrow.

The brunette lifted his legs high in the air and swung forward; the momentum bringing him up to sitting position. Sighing, Nick got off the bed and went out. Perhaps if he got a drink of water he'd stop being so restless.

As he made his way to the door Nick paused to ponder his reflection in the dark. Moonlight fought through the curtains so there was enough illumination to see that his forehead and the tip of his nose were still a little red. The brunette frowned at his reflection.

'Well,' he grasped for a bright side, 'at least a little make-up could easily hide it now…'

The older Keane opened the door quietly and slipped outside (Boomer had finally disappeared.) Once there, he noticed that there was laughter in the hallway. Drawn in by the laughter, Nick went down the hall. It was coming from the Comic Room.

It was Zane and Ryan's voices, that was for sure.

Ryan laughed again (and the sound of it made Nick's knees grow weak.) "Go, go, and go!" Nick heard him urged.

"Dammit! Ryan, you suck!" Zane's voice cursed. Nick, unable to stop himself, crept closer to the door and pressed his ear to it.

"Shh! Shut up, you wanna wake everyone in the mansion?" Ryan said.