[CLOSED] we die young.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

"I'm easily confused." He said with a nod and a smile. He moved closer to Dylan, wishing he could feel his body heat. It was cold where he was.

"You know who else had a cute smile? Britt. When he would put in his liprings. All the ones except the one on the right. It was like, contagious. But I think the cutest smile was yours." He smiled up at him, realizing he could see the same view he saw when he was on his back so many nights.

"You seem.. hesitant to talk about him. Is it because it's me or because the boy can't hear?" He asked. He wanted to hear him laugh again, so he reached over, his hand passing through his stomach.

"Aaah. It's a Mat-kabob! It's certainly a turn of events. You always told me I could never be on top. But I can spite you now. I'm inside yooooou." He smirked up at him, pulling his hand away.

[dylan flambyte parker]

"Yeah, he did." He murmured. "He's with a girl now, you know? She's only sixteen." He smirked faintly at the thought. "Just think. The day we left for that tour, she was a thirteen year old girl he never would have known."

He gazed over at him, shrugging. "I feel bad talking about him around you.." He mumbled.

But another smile formed, a soft laugh. "You're a dork," He complained. That urge to touch him was so strong... Just one last time...

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

Mat gasped. "Nuh uh! That's sick. He's like, what? Twenty something?! Well, he's shooting blanks, so it's not like he can knock her up, I guess." He shrugged. It wasn't his place, he supposed. To each his own. He just thought Britt would end up with.. no one. He hated people so much.

"But I'm your dork." He smiled. He wanted to pull Dylan down to him, kiss him as deeply as he possibly could. He wouldn't care if they ended up with sand everywhere. He could deal with sand in places he didn't want it if it meant he could kiss him again. "Or, I was-.. Well, no. I'm still your dork. It's like a mirror kinda thing. I'm stuck with you, but you're not stuck with me. This shit would confuse Confucius, bro."

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan smiled, allowing most of his saddness and grief go for the moment. He couldn't touch Mat...but at least he was here. For a moment he felt selfish, wanted him to stay. But Mat didn't deserve to stay in limbo firever. Eventually he would move on. And who knew if he would see him after that.

He laughed softly. "You make everything confusing," He teased, a gentle smile playing on his lips. For a moment, he was the Dylan he had been almost three years ago.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

"I always learned better the weird way. Everything just being flat and straight and explained confused the fuck out of me." He said with a nod, looking up at Dylan. Now that he had found him, he had no intentions of finding out why he was in limbo. He wanted to stay here with him. The chances of him going to heaven were the same as him going to hell. But the fact that there was a chance for him to go to hell is what scared him.

"Everything's pretty much the same as I left it?" He asked, looking up at him. He felt like crying for another year.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan smirked. "I noticed," He teased, running his fingers through the sand. Tye next question made his smile fall and he looked back over at him, searching that familiar face he was so in love with even now.

"Aside from you dying, me meeting Nash, beating my brither and making everyone afraid of me? Yeah I guess.." He shrugged. "I work at the tattoo parlor with Britt now." He chewed on his lip some.

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"So that's what Britt started doing? Huh.." He thought about it for a moment. It seemed to make sense. He had drawn enough of Mat's tattoos. He started playing with the forever chipped nail polish on his nails.

"I feel like when I was alive, I didn't tell you that I loved you near enough.. I didn't take the time to notice all your kisses. I didn't kiss you near enough. I wish I would have told you before.. that you're all I could ever think about, you're all I ever wanted.. You were so perfect to me it wasn't even funny.. You were my life. I guess I just think if I would have kissed you one more time, hugged you one more time.. I wouldn't want to so bad now.." He kept his gaze down, messing with his nail polish.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan looked away. "I knew, Mat, it's okay," He whispered, swallowing. "I want the same thing right now, so bad. I don't how many times I've dreamed it and woke up crying because it wasn't real."

He let out a shaky breath. "Just one more touch....I would never take any of it for granted ever again.." He bit at his lip some, tracing his tattoos with a finger quietly.

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Mat looked away, tears falling down his cheeks. He might say he knew, but he didn't feel like he knew. He felt like he hadn't told him enough how much he loved him.

"I just need to know that you can be happy, Dyl.. That if I leave this boy can make you smile like me.. Then I'll make it a point to fix whatever it is I did wrong to deserve this. I just don't want to go until I know you're okay, until I know that you'll have a reason to smile again.." He wanted one more kiss, but knew that would just be selfish. He had another boyfriend, and Mat would feel terrible if he stole him away.

"I'm not leaving until I know you're okay.."

[dylan flambyte parker]

"I dunno if I'll ever be okay without you..." He admitted softly. "It's selfish, but...I don't wanna go on without you..and if I had the chance, no matter who I'm with, I would kiss you again Mat..."

He worked his jaw. "I feel like I took it all for granted, never took it serious enough, Mat... I-...If you hadn't died..Dev wouldn't be so fucked I don't think...I wouldn't be... If-...if I had just managed to get on that stage to get to you... If I-...." He chewed on his lip.