[CLOSED] love? fuck that.

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"He better not." He smiled, turning the ring over and over on his hand. He had been tempted to take it off so many times now, the thing going by Death in his head telling him he didn't need to bother with it, that he didn't need to love Dylan. That Dylan didn't love him back.

He slid off the head stone, sitting down against it. He dug a little in the dirt, then covered it back up. He wiped his hand on his pants, a sigh passing his lips.

"I hope love treats you better than it treats me.. It's like Cupid was drunk or something. I could strangle someone I'm so irritated." He pulled his knees close. Mat never got mad. Mat was always so happy.

"Hows your dads? And your brother? The one that's not Dylan?" He asked, looking over at him.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon watched him quietly, frowned. He reached out, froze, and drew his hand back, scrstching at his wrist once more, tugging the sleeve up a bit to stare at it.

"I dunno.. I think he needs you."

He shrugged. "They're good, happy I think..when Dylan's not home 'least.. I'm stayin' somewhere else away.. Chrystian gets lonely I think. I dunno, he goes to school."

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"He needs me like he needs a hole in his head.." He mumbled, keeping his head down. 'Dylan doesn't need me. He's got who he wants.' He thought, then ran a hand through his hair.

"I dunno. He never talked to me much. I guess my obsessive annoyingness drove him away." He shrugged, leaning against the head stone.

"Let's just.. not talk about Dylan, okay? He's got a boyfriend, he's happy. Just leave well enough alone. We ain't gotta beat a dead horse." He started smoothing out some of the dirt, then made a hash tag. "Tic tac toe?"

[devon splyce parker]

"I didn't know he had a boyfriend," He mumbled, disappointed. The abuse sure handn't changed. He had hoped if Dylan fell in love it would. Was he in love?

Gazing down at the dirt, he watched curiously, drew in one of the boxes. "Three in a row?" He smiled. "It rh-..r. Rhymes." Nodding, he stretched. "Dylan proctected this place, he used to come all the time. Nobody told me where you went." He frowned. "Do you get lonely? Cos I can come back."

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Mat smiled. "Yep, it sure does rhyme." He drew the opposite sign in another of the boxes. He was bad enough that Devon could win without him trying.

"Did he? I've been here the entire time. Guess he never saw me.. I guess it gets lonely out here. It gives you a lot of time to think.. Makes you wonder about things.. You can always come back if you want. I never leave.. I'm always around here somewhere." He looked over at him, wondering if the boy realized he was dead.

"They never told you why I didn't come home?" He asked.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon frowned. "It's not good to be lonely," He complained, drawing the letter 'X' into the middle box. He shook his head. "No, Dylan said you prob'ly weren't coming back. When I asked him why, he hit me and went to his room and cried." He frowned, touching his cheek. Devon remembered every detail of the night three years ago. He wasn't one to forget things easily at all though.

"So I never asked him again...just knew he'd say he was goin' to see you and come here."

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Mat drew an O in one of the boxes and realized Devon could beat him like, four ways. He shrugged. "The home show we had? Half way through the set, I jumped to the other side of the stage and the cord out of the dead mic -that's the mic that only Britt and the crew can hear- it got pulled out. Caused a spark and my guitar went up. And before I could get it off the equipment went up, and that entire half of the stage exploded." He looked down at the game they were playing.

"Guess that's why he's so bitter.. He was there watching.."

[devon splyce parker]

"Oh...." Devon whispered, putting in an O. He obviously wasn't paying attention because he didn't notice the ways he could have won.

He frowned. "I couldn't live like that.." He mumbled. "He wanted me to come after the show..said he was gonna ask to you marry him on stage. Said he loved you so much and he wanted all your fans to hear. Then he never called....then he came home alone. And then he got mean."

He frowned again, eyebrows furrowing. "I didn't know you died...I jus' thought you left and maybe he was actually goin'a see you here.." He gazed at the headstone of the grave, touched the date. "Almost my birthday, then," He pointed at the last date. "I think..."

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The words hurt. He seemed to be getting one half of the story from Devon and the other half from Dylan. He marked in one of the boxes, not caring what he did anymore. "I guess everything happens for a reason, right?" He looked over at him, wishing he could hug him. But he didn't seem to understand it really. All he knew was his brother had taken whatever happened out on him.

"I'm sorry it happened.. It's my fault he's hurting you now. I've gone through a million things I could have done different, a million things he could have done, a million things Britt and the rest of the guys could have done, but when you get down to it, we can't change anything, Devon.. We just.. The cards fall the way they fall. If I would have ran into him a few days sooner, he wouldn't be hurting you now.. But there's nothing I can do about it now.. All I can do is hope he's happy and that you can stay away from him." He looked down at his feet.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon frowned, changing his O to an X. "None of us are happy," He shrugged. "You or me or Dylan, or anybody he's met since you died. But oh well..can't be happy I guess. No nomore."

He played with a lip ring, pulled his shirt up to reveal the tattoo on his chest, as well as the scabbed word across his fit stomach. "Wanted to be like him..tattoos. It hurt but it's pretty..." And obviously not too new.