Chapter One

The next morning was hell for Matt. He woke up, showered and went downstairs. I followed him and watched him sit down at his dining room table while his family ate. Once he sat down, his father cleared his throat. We look at him curiously, I noticed Mrs. Busek looked like she had been crying. I soon caught onto what was about to happen.

"Matthew, I don't know how to tell you this. But Dylan, he's gone." Mr. Busek says bluntly and Matt chokes on the orange juice he had begun to sip.

"He ran away?" I heard the accusation in his voice; great now he thinks I abandoned him.

"No." His father answers and I saw the realization hit my beloved Kurlie.

"O-Oh my God! No! No! He is fine! You're lying!" Matt shrieks, shoving out from the table, knocking his chair over in his haste.

He hurriedly pulls on his sneakers and rushes out the door. I follow, knowing that is all I could do. Matt runs down the street, tripping halfway to the corner. He jumps up, his palms were scraped but he brushes it off and keeps running. The curly-haired male clears the corner, sprinting across the street and trips again, this time falling on his face and cutting his cheek. He didn't care though, just kept running until we got to my house. It was a decent sized white house, nothing fancy. He goes through the front door, quickly going into my kitchen. My mother sat in a chair, her face in her hands as she bawled like a child. I stop in shock, and so does Matt.

"Mrs. Alvarez?" Matt says quietly and she looks up.

My mother's light brown eyes were red from crying. She stands up and hugs him, not sure how to tell the boy her son was in love with that he was no longer breathing. I told my mother a long time ago that I love Matt, and she fully supported me. Matt stands there quietly, unsure how to react. My mother pulls away, tears and mascara streaming down her cheeks.

"W-Where's Dylan?" Matt asks, I heard the desperate, pleading tone in his voice as I watched the tears threatening to pour from his beautiful blue eyes. My mother just shakes her head.

"He's gone Matthew. I'm sorry. He wanted to tell you something, but I can't tell you yet. He told me if he ever died or anything that I had to wait a full year before telling you. I'm so sorry Matthew. You can have whatever you want of his, that's what Dylan would've wanted."

With that, she goes into the bathroom, probably to fix her makeup so she could go to work. Matt slowly walks up to my room, it was up in the attic because I smoke and my mother didn't want to smell it. He sluggishly made his way up the stairs, I follow closely behind him. The blue-eyed boy makes it into my room and looks around. He sniffles and I knew he was going to start crying. Matt goes to my bed and curls up in it, hugging my pillow close to him as he breaks down, sobbing and screaming that it isn't fair. I sit down next to him, rubbing his sides. I knew that my comforting was useless; he couldn't see me, feel me or hear me. But I couldn't just sit there while the man I love, both as a best friend and as something more, grieved for me.

It seemed like an eternity before his sobs quieted into soft sniffling. He sits up, looking around the room once again. Matt gets up and goes to my dresser, pulling out the top drawer with my t-shirts in it. He strips down and puts my clothes on. I looked away, feeling awkward. When he was dressed again, I watch as he climbs into my bed. He gets out his phone and sends a text, telling his mother he was going to be here for awhile. My best friend takes my pack of cigarettes and lights one, inhaling deeply from it.

"Dylan, I miss you." He whispers, more tears falling.

"I miss you too Kurlzz." I say, sitting behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist.