[CLOSED] love? fuck that.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

Mat sat on his head stone, his heavy vest back on. He drummed his fingers on his legs, kicking a bit at the dirt. Someone had come left flowers, and he could only guess. Dylan hated flowers, Devon probably was never told where he was buried, their dads probably didn't care, Britt probably didn't remember him.

He reached over, and the flowers died at his touch. "Oh.." He mumbled, then shrugged. He looked down at his head stone.
MATHIEU DARREN BLANK
OCTOBER 31ST - APRIL 1ST

He ran his fingers over the letters of his name. Britt had probably gotten the head stone made, paid for it with what money Mat had in the bank when he died. 'Bought my own head stone, ma.' He thought, curling up on it.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon trailed up the path towards the cemetery, biting on his lip piercings and looking around uneasily. He hated walking around alone anymore. Scuffing his feet, he skipped a bit. He was no fourteen year old anymore, his hair grown out a little longer, lips pierced, nose, ears gauged.

But he had the same attitude, understanding. Or lack of it. He paused, stopping short, and smiled down at the headstone, crouching to set down the flowers. He stood up again, looking around, and paused. A hooked canine tooth peeked from his lips as they parted and he tilted his head, stepping closer to the figure without fear.

Stopping, he rocked toe to heel, a smile passing his lips. "Mat."

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"Oh, don't touch me.." He said, scooting away a bit. He didn't think he understood death, and didn't want to tell him 'if you touch me, you'll die.' "No one's allowed to touch me. I'll hurt them."

He tapped his fingers on his legs, looking over at him. Mat hadn't changed a bit, but the boy had. "You grew up. A lot. I always knew you were going to be cute." He smiled over at him, then started chewing on his lip ring.

"You're out here seeing your mom? She's really pretty. I got to see her when I died. Got to see my ma too." He pulled out the picture of Dylan in his pocket, looking at it before tucking it away. That was his Dylan now. A Dylan trapped in a picture.

[devon splyce parker]

His head tilted to the side, one thing that had not changed, and he sat down, careful not to touch him. "Is she?" He smiled faintly again, playing with his lip rings.

Catching sight of the picture, he pointed at it before it was put away again. "He's smiling..." He whispered. "He doesn't smile. He hasn't smiled since he came home that night."

He stared at the ground. "He started hurting me...and he always cries at night, you can hear him when you're in the house. But he screams if you try'n help."

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Mat took the picture back out, handing it to him carefully. "Yeah, I know. But he's got a new boyfriend now. He's happy with him." He said. That hollow feeling in his chest just got more hollow and he looked down.

"Just don't help him. I know you love your brother, and you don't wanna see him hurt, Dev. But you can't help Dylan. He's always been a pain in the ass. You just gotta let him be." He wiped at his eyes. 'Of all the people to love.

"I missed you. You were't but like.. a little boy when I died. How old are you now?"

[devon splyce parker]

Devon frowned. "No," He mumbled. "You're wrong. If he was happy 'gain he wouldn't hurt me nomore..he wouldn't cry at night." His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Would he?

He didn't understand.

Touching at the picture with longing, careful, he handed it back. He rubbed at his wrist, the cut there stinging. He had done it himself, it had become habit.

"'M..uh, seventeen."

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"He's just.. Dylan. Don't let him get to you." He looked down at the picture. He longed to have him back. But he knew he never could. He almost wished that boy on the other end of his life line would die. Or someone could come put him out of his misery. He was tired of loving someone who he couldn't have. He tucked the picture away.

"I liked being seventeen. That's when I met your brother. And he brought me home and I met you." He smiled over at him. He rummaged through his pockets again, pulling out the house key. He tossed it into his lap. "Give that back to him, okay?" He turned the ring around and around on his finger.

"I heard you have a boyfriend. What's he like? He better be nice to you or I'm gonna go kick his ass." He smiled over at him. He loved the boy. He had never had family, and Devon was a close as he could get.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon smiled faintly. "Why-..okay." He mumbled, not questioning it. He touched it faintly, windering if the actual one was this, or buried beneath them. He frowned.

Glancing up, he smirked faintly. "He's nice to me, saved me from Dylan the other night..after he touched me 'n stuff.... But Zander made it okay...he's been in the hospital though."

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"Zander? That's a nice name. Different." He looked down, wondering if his body really was down in there, or if he was in it right now. "Well, as long as he's nice to you. But if he's ever mean, you better come tell me. No one's gonna- He's not gonna hurt you. You're like the little brother I never had." He smiled over at him, reaching up to push his hair out of his eyes.

"I hope he's not in the hospital much longer. Hope he gets to come home. See you." He played with his lip ring, looking out at the other graves. He shifted on his head stone, letting out a breath. "Just don't make him any promises you can't keep. Someone's just gonna end up getting hurt.."

[devon splyce parker]

Devon smiled again. "Okay, but he won't." The words were insistant and whole hearted. He looked over at him. "I won't, I dunno how to make good promises, Mat." He shrugged, rubbing at his growling tummy with a frown.

He scratched at his wrist, the small cut itchy and bothersome beneath his hoodie sleeve. Mat never would have seen the scars before. They hadn't been there when he was alive.