[CLOSED] but watch how good i'll fake it.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"It's okay." He said, kissing her back. He brushed her bangs from her forehead, looking over at her. He hugged her close, laying his head on her shoulder. He rubbed her back gently, holding her there.

"Aw, stop crying. I always knew you were a wimp." He looked up at the familiar voice, his eyes meeting the bright green ones.

"Mat?" He asked, drawing his brows together.

"No. Morgan Freeman." He said, sitting down on his head stone. He drew his knees up to him, hugging them close.

"What are you doing here?" Britt asked, rubbing Zoey's side.

"Uh.. hiding from Dylan." He looked over the girl curiously. "Robbing the cradle much, Britt? I never thought you would date anyone, let alone someone like, half your age."

"At least one of you haven't changed." He said, shifting so he had his arms around Zoey, rubbing her stomach gently.

"I'm dead. Who are you?" Mat asked, leaning over. The way he was balanced on the head stone, you'd think he would fall off. But Mat never fell off of anything. He just combusted.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey blinked. This was Mat? So he wasn't-..oh.
"Zoey," She murmured softly, a hand rubbing the arms wrapped around her.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She didn't know the story. "We just left Dylan...why you hiding from him?" They had obviously had something together if he had the name laced through all of his tattoos.

She looked him over a moment, aware that he clearly was not a ghost. Tony had died, but he'd come back. It saddened her sure, but not to tears. So was this just temporary? What had happened?

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

Mat watched the girl carefully. He couldn't help thinking she was a bit young, even for Britt. But hey, it's not like Britt could knock her up, right? She looked to small to have a baby anyways. He shrugged at her question, waiting a moment to answer it.

"Be...cause Dylan.. isn't my Dylan anymore. This is my Dylan." He pulled the picture out of his pocket, handing it carefully to her. "He's just stuck in a picture.. But at least I can keep him with me." He rubbed at an eye, the idea of Dylan with some other boy upsetting him all over again. But he put on a smile, pretending it didn't bother him.

"If you're here, why don't you go see Dylan?" Britt asked.

"I did. He has a boyfriend." He said, rocking side to side on the head stone. He took the picture back from her, careful not to touch her. He put it back in his pocket, and continued to rock.

"She's a dwelling place demons.." He sang under his breath, trying to get his mind off of Dylan.

"This isn't very romantic. He's not very romantic." He told Zoey, nodding towards Britt. "He's like, a virgin. You just gotta lead him in the right direction. He's weird." He chewed on his lip ring, appearing to be completely serious.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey frowned some, shaking her head. "You're Dylan's still alive in him, somewhere..." She mumbled softly. She watched him take the picture back, listening to him.

"He wanted to take a walk," She shot back. "I'm fine with it not being romantic." She snuggled against him a little more, covering his hands with hers. The other words caught her off gaurd but she didn't bother question it, just tilting her head to kiss Britton softly on the lips.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

"My Dylan's long gone." He said flatly. It was quickly followed by 'EW! BRITT!'

Britt just smiled, kissing her back. Mat pretended to gag, but he hadn't had anything in his stomach for three years. He couldn't puke if he needed to. Britt kissed down her neck and Mat noticed something was missing.

"Your other lip ring! Where'd it go, Britt? You looked so cute with it in. Especially when you smiled." Mat complained, putting his chin in his hands. He looked over at them, perched comically on the head stone.

"I dunno. Hole closed." He said with a shrug. "I'm not twenty-one anymore, Maty Cakes."

"So? You were hot, okay? How are you still a virgin?"

"WOULD YOU STOP?!" Britt groaned, picking up a rock and flicking it at him.

"Ow." Mat complained, rubbing his forehead. "You ruined my pretty face, Britt."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smirked faintly at his reaction, tilting her head some. She gazed at Britt, trying to imagine what that might have looked like, then kissed him again.

It was hard to believe he WAS a virgin, but she only smiled faintly and rested her head against the crook of his neck.

She rubbed at his arm a bit. Twenty one. She did some mental calculation and realized Mat must have been gone for awhile. What had happened, to turn Dylan into such a monster?

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt held her close, running his fingers through her hair. He kissed her forehead, wondering what it was she was thinking about. The fact that Dylan actually had another boyfriend was what had shocked him. He thought Dylan and Mat were as tight as a couple could get. They were literally stuck together at the hip. He was proud of him for moving on though, even if it seemed to have hurt Mat. But Mat was dead. It didn't matter what Mat felt right?

"Maybe you shouldn't be so bitter about it, Mat. Be happy he's happy now. Or he was.. I guess no one likes April. No one who was on that bus. Maybe if you were just happy for him he wouldn't be acting the way he is." Britt said, rubbing Zoey's side.

"You know what? That's real fucking easy for you to say, Britt. When you lose everything, how about you come back to me and tell me how the fuck it feels. You wouldn't know, would you? Everything's always been peachy fucking keen for you. And what happened to you, you done to yourself. I didn't ASK to lose Dylan! I didn't ASK to die! You be fucking happy for him. I don't give a damn anymore. I died once, I'm gonna die again. Hopefully sooner than later." Mat walked off, his arms around his chest.

"See? That's why they got along. They're just alike." Britt said, laying his head on her shoulder.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey frowned as she listenedto them and Mat finally walked off. "Yeah.." She murmured, frowning some. She kissed his forehead gently. "He was part of the band, huh? I didn't know you knew Dylan so well."

She sighed, resting her head against him. A scuffle of feet stopping, and she looked up to see Dylan himself. He froze, staring down at them, and fidgetted. He had a bix of crackers in his hands, a small dog trailing at his feet.

He frowned, caught off gaurd, and Zoey caught his cold glare. Acting as if they weren't there, he set the crackers by the headstone, picked the dog up and turned away. "C'mon, Princess baby..." He mumbled under his breath.

She watched his shoulders shake, the way he wiped at his eyes as he walked away. April was coming up far too fast.

'You're smart,' The voice taunted in her head. 'Look at him, so ready to end it all. Maybe he'll be gone by April too, maybe he'll end it all.'

She just stared after him in silence, curling up further against Britton as she tried to block the horrid laughter out of her head.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt looked up at Dylan, realizing just how broken he looked. He wondered if Dylan had heard what Mat had said, if that's why he looked so sad. But Britt thought it was the crackers that hurt the worst. Who would have though people would bring someone crackers instead of flowers? But Mat was never one for flowers.

"Hop up, baby.." He said quietly, patting Zoey's leg. He didn't know why, but he figured Dylan needed him. If he broke any more, Britt might have another funeral to go to. He scrambled to his feet and jogged after him, gently grabbing his arm.

"Dylan, are you okay?" He asked, looking up at him. He knew damn good and well what the answer was. "He's just in the trees, Dylan.. You can go see him.. You're both so hurt, why don't you just go see him?" He let go of his arm, remembering all too well how terrified he had been of Dylan all his life.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Zoey got up, and soon enough, Dylan tensed at the touch on his arm. He hugged the little, three year old dog tighter against himself, such a contrast to his cold attitude. "No, I'm not," He muttered.

"I tried, okay Britton? They fucking gave me a chance, I can actually fucking touch him. But I already blew it, he doesn't want me back. I shoulda done something while I could. Now I can't. I can't deal with April anymore, can't deal with any of this shit."

He felt the arm drop and spun. But he didn't lash out like usual. Hesitation passed his face, and he handed the shitzhu over, clearly reluctant to let the little dog go. "I-...yeah. Bye, Britton.." He whispered, voice cracking.

He headed down towards the cemetary gates, fingering something in his pocket with a clear plan to use whatever it was.