It was early evening.

Will Campbell, Nathan McCabe and Cameron Bailey sat around an Apple Mac in Will’s study, staring at the blank screen patiently.

“Any minute now,” Will said, in his Canterbury accent. He ran his hands nervously through his shoulder length dark hair, today hung loose. He normally tied it back, but earlier he’d been beckoned in the bedroom by his wife Claire, and she liked it down. After she’d slipped the band off his hair, he hadn’t troubled himself to tie it up again.

“I don’t know if I can stand the excitement,” Nathan muttered, rolling his eyes.

He was tall, and broad, and had the all-American good looks of a police officer who worked out often and loved his family.

“I know who’s going to win," Cameron stated confidently. Like Will, he was from Canterbury, England, but his voice was a little deeper than Will’s a little huskier. His short, wavy black hair wove around a face of planes and angles, giving him a slightly dark, dangerous look. The sort of look women around the world swooned over. Which was probably why Cameron had become quite a famous actor.

The door to the hallway swung open and Claire Campbell entered the room, a tray of snacks in her hands. “Here you are.” Her caramel-blonde hair glinted in the ceiling lights as she bent to pass her husband the tray and kiss him. “This isn’t that important, you know. I love you, what else matters?”

Will frowned, and all but puffed out his chest. “It’s a matter of manly pride.”

“If you say so, dear,” Claire deadpanned, and left the room.

“Hey!” Nathan piped up as Will began to eat the snacks. “I think they were for all of us to share.”

“I didn’t hear her say anything about sharing,” Will replied through a mouthful of yummy-looking potato chips and salsa.

“Quiet, both of you,” Cameron ordered, as an email pinged into the Yahoo! Inbox they were all looking at so intently. “They’re in! They’re in!”

All three men were silent, reverent, for a long moment. Then Cameron leant forward and clicked open the email.

It read:

The FictionPress poll results are in.

Question: Who is the hottest, out of Will, Nathan and Cameron?

Result: Cameron Bailey wins, with six out of twelve votes.

“Yeah, baby! Yeah!” Cameron practically leapt out of his seat, doing a sort of clumsy victory dance.

“You know, I feel a bit better,” Nathan said to Will in undertones.

“Why is that?” Will asked, offering Nathan some chips.

“Well, look at him. He may be a great actor, and he may earn more than us, but he can’t dance to save his life. He looks like he’s having some sort of fit.”

Cameron had now left the chair and was doing a victory lap around the room. He looked ecstatic. And pretty silly.

Will and Nathan watched their friend for a long moment, shaking their heads. “There’s only one thing for it, now,” Nathan decided firmly.

Will lifted an eyebrow and looked intrigued. He ate another potato chip. “Go on.”

“I’ll hold him down, while you draw on his face. Make it something crude. And use permanent marker.”