"Mate."

1

**In the car...**
A: OK, Miles.
*Miles looks up from his book*
M: Yeah?
A: No funny business.
*Miles sighs, going back to reading as Alex slumps back into his seat*

-**Time skip**-

D: Here.
*Alex jerks awake. How long had he been sleeping? Miles seemed as energetic as usual. Miles squeals.*
M: I've always loved it here!
A: Same.
*Alex yawned, stretching his arms out*
*A random girl runs up to them, shrieking*
M: Erk-
*Alex jolts out of the car, stiff as a board, behind Miles.*
A: Miles, we better go.
M: Yeah, we gotta get changed and...
*As Miles lists what they need do do, Alex sighs and slowly inches closer to Miles, until their shoulders bump as they walk*

-**They get to the dressing room**-

M: Stay here, I'll be back in a bit! *Miles hums in a sing-song voice. He always love being on tour."
A: Alright. I'm waiting here.
*Alex pulls out a news-paper*

-**Miles has changed**-
*Alex walks into the cramped dressing room, the familiar smell of Miles' colonge washing over him. Oh, how he loved that smell.*

M: Sh*t. Forgot my jacket.

*Miles burst into the changing rooms to Alex rummaging in his bag in tight golden trunks*

*Miles squeaks, and before Alex can notice him, runs out."

A: Huh? What was that-?
*Alex grumbles to himself.*

-**Time skip**-

*What Miles saw in the dressing room is stuck in his head. Why? He has no idea.*

A: Earth to Miles-? Helloooo-?

*Alex snaps his fingers infront of Miles' face*

M: Yeah, what??

A: Get up, you lazy ass.
*Alex giggles, and Miles groans as he stands up*

*Miles grabs Alex's hand and drags him onto the stage in front of the roaring crowd.*

-*🎵 Calm Like You 🎵 *-

A: And if he was calm like you, locked-

*As Alex sang, Miles felt himself in some sort of trance. His hands moved along his strings without him commanding them too.*

*Alex grinned to himself as he gently shuffled backwards towards Miles, unbuttoning his top buttons*

(Ignore the song mess up)

-* 🎵 Everything you've come to expect 🎵 *-
*Miles squeaks, and Alex is straddling the mic-stand, and he grinned*

A: Everything that you've come to expect~

*Miles felt his shirt stick to his chest, an unexpected heat filling his chest.*

M: Everything that I've lived to regret~

-**Off stage**-

A: Phew! That was amaaaaziiing!!
*Alex carelessly threw his sweat-soaked shirt onto the setee and grabbed the nearest bottle of lager.*

M: Aren't we going on later?
A: Yeah, I'm gunna ask if we can do Shavambacu for you-!

*Miles turner away, searching for a way to escape. He felt the sweat on his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Alex aggressively rubbing his cold drink across his chest in an attempt to cool his sweat*

R: Now, Miles Kane and Alex Turner!!

*The crowd screams for them, as Alex hurriedly shoves his shirt on, not bothering to do it up*

M: Do your shirt up, mate.

*Miles half cover his face, trying to disperse the red that covered it*

A: The ladies love it.