JAmie never did dress down, or maybe he just never dressed up. He had on a red shirt that looked not so much like a shirt than it did a torn-up rag that someone had so desperately tried to stitch back together, but got too bored to do more than the sides. He had a skirt that might have been just a little bit to short for a boy. His shoes were from his favorite -- and only -- brand he wore, Ed Hardy. His socks went up to his knees, one black the other red. Too finish off his look he slipped on his Ed Hardy Sunglasses, the ones with the dragons on the sides.

This was one of his favorite outfits. Too bad Yana was going to force him out of it. Of course, in any other circumstance, namely the innuendo one, he'd be fine with it. But he had the distinct feeling he'd have to wear pants. And that was a thought he was not quite fond of.

"Yeah, yeah. I guess," He walked to Yana's side, "We going?"

Yana nodded. In truth, he'd always wanted to force JAmie to let him play dress up with him. He was determined that JAi would look SO AMAZING if he could get a hold of him for ten seconds. Honestly, Yana was just going to make JAmie try on some pants to make him sweat a little. Unless they were so amazing that Yana had to get him in them, They probably wouldn't be going home with pants. He liked that JAmie thought so. It was a riot.

When they exited the room, He was pretty sure JAmie would head for the elevator that passed the main room. Knowingly, he grabbed his wrist and pulled him in the other direction towards the one flight of stairs. "You DON'T want to be in there." He answered the question that was sure to come.

The reason was answered by an older voice yelling in complete disbelief. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU HAYATA!?" Kaito's vocals billowed from the door. Yana smirked as he pulled the other away from the mess. Kaito was Hayata's punishment. JAmie was HIS to torture.

He opened to door to the stairwell and trotted in, finally releasing the other's hand. "I think I'm gonna get my hair done different too. I haven't changed it in a while..." To anyone who knew Yana, three months was a long time for him to leave his hair the same way. Mind you, this was a natural color, and it was longer than he normally liked it, so making it this way was one of these months. Yana liked to play with his hair, but that was Kaya's fault as well. From the moment she decided on her goal, Yana had been her little dress-up doll, and hair was part of it.

He walked himself gracefully down the stairs to grasp the door handle. He waited for JAmie to catch up, but heard two sets of steps coming down. He looked up to see Sebastien following JAmie.

"JAmie, hold up a second!" He said grabbing his shoulder with a knowing smile. "I think we need to have a chat." At the moment, Yana was the only one within earshot that had NO IDEA JAmie had been after his heart since forever. Seba was a goofball, and He pretty much spent all his time chasing girls, but he knew stuff. You didn't join every club involving girls to get attention and not know stuff. He knew exactly what JAmie was up to, and he didn't oppose JAmie's like Yana. He just didn't want JAmie to dive into this a get himself in trouble. "Alone."

Yana shrugged, "Fine, fine. Hurry up, though, Mmkay?" he said opening the door and scuttling off. He wanted to know the secret, but he hated eavesdroppers, so he calmly waited outside. He didn't know why, but he knew that Seba wasn't going to be mad at JAmie. He had a feeling this was about something he couldn't possibly guess, so he just gave up on it.

"See you in a bit Yana!" Was all poor little JAmie could get out before he was yanked up the stairs and into a hallway, and out of earshot just in case.

"Sebastien, what's your beef?" He frowned, looking worried, "What's the matter, did I do something?"

He tried his best innocent face, which was almost genuine, but he had the oddest feeling 'ol Sebs knew something about him he hadn't let loose yet. So the innocent look turned into one somewhat concerned, eyes afraid and bottom lip bitten.

Seba gave him a look. "Come on, JAmie. Do you honestly have NO idea what I'm gonna say?" He said, crossing his arms. It wasn't like him the get involved in other peoples business. Normally, they just asked him about their problems, because he never spread gossip around like most would. He was cool like that.

This situation was entirely different, however. He knew JAmie had agreed to this, not because he was afraid of what Hayata might do, but because he wanted any form of affection he could get from the oblivious singer. He didn't want JAmie to get in over his head. He sighed. "Man, You ought to just TELL Yana. This is ridiculous."

He looked around the other at the door to the steps to make sure his brother wasn't there. "Listen....I'm not saying not to do this....I'm just saying don't get ahead of yourself, okay man?"

JAmie sighed, responding, "I can't get ahead of myself. I know this is as good as it'll ever get for me. And I'm okay with it, really. As long as he's fine, I'm fine." There was a hint of sadness in his voice, and the more he continued on the more his shoulders drooped, the more his head lowered. It was obvious the situation was not okay, "I'm putting him first. I'm sure outright telling him isn't the best thing, especially if telling him would give him the wrong idea of our friendship. Right? Am I even thinking clearly? Does it actually make sense or is my mind literally on it's last leg? I swear to God...."

He stopped himself. He had been rambling. He bit his lip again and looked timidly up at Sebastien, "I'm.. I'm sorry.. I'm just, kind of stressed out about this. I won't mess up your brother, I promise. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I hurt him in any way."

Sebastien wasn't normally easy to surprise. It took a lot of effort to get the expression he had on his face. It's not that he was unaware that a person could feel so many different ways about something. He'd just never seen someone be so genuine about stuff like JAmie was. ".....You're really nuts about him, aren't ya?" he inquired after a long pause.

"....You sell yourself too short, you know? I don't think Yana would agree to this if he wasn't at least okay with the idea of you caring about him." he replied. He looked off to the side. "Just between us..." he began, looking back and lowering his voice. "I'm rooting for you." he finished winking.

"...Yeah. I am."

His face softened a bit, and he nodded at Sebastien's last phrase, "Thanks. You know? You're cooler than most other older brothers. With anyone but you guys I would've been black and blue by now."

Then he snapped back, "Oh! Shit! Yana's still waiting! Seba, Catch you later, I've got to go. We're shopping today."

He smiled, "Thanks for everything dude," And shot through the doorway, down the stairs, and out the hall to meet Yananame.

Seba laughed and shook his head as JAmie scuttled off. "Moron doesn't know a thing about Kaito, apparently...." he muttered to himself, going back into the suite.

Yana was leaned up against the wall when JAmie came out. His eyes were closed, but he knew who it was by the way they walked. Hm...maybe that wasn't something someone should know about their best friend...

He opened his green eye and looked at the taller boy before talking. "You sure took a long time. What did he want?" he asked as he opened the other eye and stood straight, stretching.

"Oh, something about my guitar. But I don't want anyone to even touch my baby, so..." He smiled soflty.

"Well, it's your day, and I don't know where we're going -- honestly, I'm not sure I want to -- but still! lead the way. It's all you."

He smiled wider and slipped his hand into Yana's.

Yana smiled. "You let me touch your 'baby'. I can't even play a guitar..." he noted, with a thoughtful noise. He got that devilish grin of his and added. "You better be careful. My brothers'll be thinking we're really dating, and Kaito..." He looked nervously to the side, but then sneered. "Aw, I'm joking, man! Don't get so excited."

He smiled. "Well, first thing we're doing is going to get my hair fixed up nice. I can't stand this dull color anymore." he said running his free hand through his bangs. He gave and evil look up at JAmie. "Then, we're going to go pick out your new clothes."

He laughed, and walked ahead, tugging the other along with him. "Oh, and...I guess today will be practice. Since we'll have to be acting for the press sooner or later...Gotta look real, riiight~?" he added, looking back at his friend.

"Well, you're different. You're... Yana." Oh, great job JAmie, a lot of sense that made.

He was glad Yana changed the subject, "Maybe you should get bright hot pink. It'd be really sexy."

"Yeah, real, right..."

Yana thought for a minute while he played with his currently brown hair. "Um....yeah. Well...eheh...it's not that big a deal! We're really close, right? It couldn't be that hard..."his voice trailed off. This was getting too intense. Perhaps another subject change was in order.

"So you really think hot pink would be a good color hm? Maybe I should try that...." he pondered. He held a hand to his chin and looked up in thought, though he really wasn't thinking about hair color. He was concocting his plans. This acting game was his test, and he always did like to have a strategy for his games.

JAmie smiled warmly, thinking about it, "and maybe," he twisted his free hand in the other's hair and ran his fingers through it softly, "And maybe curl it a little, because that would be so cute."

He kept his mind off of the acting part, and of course, the fact that it had to be acting to begin with.

"What do you think?"

Well, damn, so much for plotting.

JAmie was a whole lot better at this that he was ,and, try as he may, Yana couldn't seem to rile the same emotions from JAmie that he felt. When JAmie's fingers ran through his hair, and his voice purred something about curls, Yana was focusing on the fact that it was just an act, instead of the other way around.He tried his best to look calm and composed as his mind processed the blur of words that were turned to static by the thoughts of being petted so lovingly, but his cheeks fell into a deep red. "Ehm....well......It might, but I usually like my hair straight...I guess I could always straighten it if I don't like it. I probably won't have the same hair very long anyway." he replied.

He wanted to get JAmie back for the terrible trip his mind had went through, so he stepped away a bit, only to take the other's chin in his fingers. "If you think it would look cute, I suppose I just have to, don't I? You're the only person whose opinion I care about anyway." he said with a smirk. This was pretty much the truth, but Yana made sure to keep a look in his eye that made it seem more than friendly.

Here it comes. The blushing cheeks, the pause of shock. Go on...I know that had to hit some kind of nerve.

Little did Yana know, JAmie had become a pro at hiding his feelings. Every time they were on stage together, he had to train himself to not jump on him and kiss him during drum solos. When they slept in the same bed... Well, let's just say he had to keep himself in check. So this, this was natural for him.

Mostly. He turned bright red at the touch, but answered without thought, "Oh, honey, you're cute to me however you do your hair..."

He bit his lip, tugging at his blonde hair. He had grown it out pretty long, and it was beginning to get boring and ugly, "Maybe I should change my hair? What do you think, hun, want to really have some fun with me today?"

Yana inwardly scoffed. That was not what he'd been expecting. Where the heck did JAmie learn to be so cool and smooth? Yana was smarter than he was...how come he was losing a mental game with him? He wanted to pout, push him away and refuse to do anything until he acted surprised at his flirtatiousness but that wasn't winning. Yananame was going to get JAmie to squirm before this was over.

The outward Yana smiled, though inwadly beaming. He liked to be pampered and complimented. "Gosh, JAi, you know flattery isn't going to get you out of shopping~"he hummed, jerking the hand from the other's chin.

He turned to walked towards the door as JAmie mused about his hair but stopped dead in his tracks, spun around and gaped at JAmie. "OH! But I love your hair!" he replied truthfully. He had always had this thing about blond hair. He never had it. He thought his skin was too pale, but He loved it on other people. He was taken aback by his own sincerity but didn't falter. It was true, after all.

"Oh, I'm not trying to get out of it. I'm looking forward to what you're gonna do with me..." That came out wrong, but JAi pushed past it.

"Yananame," He almost whined, "you think I should cut it short or something? I dunno..."

Yana smiled and reached up to comb through the other's hair with his fingers. "I like it this way...but as long as you keep this pretty color on it I don't care how it's cut." he informed the taller male.

"Maybe you should put some blue highlights in it, though. That'd be sexy." he added shamelessly.

He didn't give JAmie's first comment much thought. He was lost in his own mind. He'd always wanted a reason to play with his hair. He was beginning to like this fake boyfriend thing.

"Mm, If you think it's sexy then I'll do it." JAmie smiled.

He was starting to get a bit bothered by Yana touching him so much -- not in a bad way, of course, but his urge to tackle the boy to the ground was rising, and that feeling could not possibly end well.

"Where is this hair salon place, by the way?" he inquired.

Yana smiled at the other's compliance. If it was that easy to make him do something, then why hadn't he tried this before? It would've made dragging him to the library to study a lot easier- or at least a lot quieter. JAmie usually whined the whole way there about how they could be doing a million other things. Yana knew JAmie needed the push to actually get anywhere, and if he didn't help him no one would.

Yana pulled his fingers to the ends of the other's bangs. "It's just a few blocks. I saw it on the way to the concert last night. Remember when the guitarist for the girl band we opened for had that haircut that was all spiky and poofy? I think she said that she got it done there." he answered, not really looking at him, and more at his own fingers as the dared the other's resistance even further by brushing at the ends of his hair.

He looked away and let his hand fall. "But we're gonna end up walking if we don't want to enter the battle zone upstairs. We'd better get moving if we're gonna be back before time to leave."

"Well let's hurry up, then! I can't wait to see your pretty pink hair..."

The salon really wasn't too far away. It only took about ten minutes, by JAmie's count, to arrive there. It wasn't too crowded and it took no time at all to get -- which was surprising, because they were walk-ins.

They were lead to a station by an attractive man with a green mohawk, torn pants and a tight black shirt. He twirled his scissors around his pointer finger as he walked, whistling to himself. He motioned for Yana to sit down first.

"Okay, cutie, what're you going for? A trim or a change?" He asked, his voice laced with a light lisp. He ran his hands through the boy's hair lightly.

Yana hadn't really been thinking about what he was going to do with him hair. His mind had settled itself on this immovable rock of willpower JAmie had suddenly become. After all that, he didn't even twinge in the slightest. It was vexing Yana so badly that he wasn't thinking about hair until they walked in the door.

He was thoughtful still as he got in the chair. "Hrm...I was actually thinking about that...you see...I'm definitely ready to change this brown. JA-...." he paused to think. He had to use today as a test. That meant he had to do whatever he could to act like a couple with JAmie. "My boyfriend...said he thought pink curls would be cute...I was thinking about that but...I kinda want my hair a little shorter, but I can't think of a good style to do for all that..."

"Anything would look perfect on you, sweetie," JAime replied.

The hairdresser looked at them with a grin, "New couple? Ya'll are so cute. I think I know what to do. Can I have some fun with it? It'll look cute, I promise."

He began to spray down Yana's hair while he waited for a reply.

Yananame was abnormally pleased by the fact that he and JAmie made a cute couple. He decided the reason behind that was that they were supposed to look like they were really together, and if a stranger who obviously didn't know their band thought so, then they must be doing a better job than he thought. Something nagged at the back of his mind that it wasn't the real reason, but he ignored it.

Yana smiled. He always loved a surprise. "Sure, why not?" he agreed. It's not like he had any ideas.

If anything, Yana must've been easy to work with, because the insane sytle only took about an hour. He opened his eyes to see a reflection of pure awesome. The front still had the same straight bangs, but they were trimmed to slant, and were parted in the middle. The back was a little shorter than before, and it was curled most beautifully. The color was pink with chunky navy-blue highlights that contrasted the bright color well.

He stared out from under his bangs in awe. "Ooh! I love it!" he turned the JAmie. "What do you think?"

JAmie beamed, leaning down close to the boy's ear, "Honey, I didn't think it possible, but you look cuter than ever before."

He bit his lip and gave him a gentle kiss, small and short and probably unnoticeable for anyone but them. It wasn't anything big, just a peck to the top of his cheekbone, and he pulled away as soon as he realized what he had done.

"Uhm..." He chewed on his lip, face lighting up to a color somewhere south of red, he turned to the hairdresser, "Uh, are you doing my hair too?"