i'm in love with illusion, so saw me in half.
i'm in love with tricks, so...
Matt wasn't being creepy or anything--- it's just that Near's door was open.
Trying his best to push the I am a stalker, what the crap am I even doing just sitting here watching him thoughts from his head, Matt sat down in the hallway and peeked into Near's room, watching as he assembled a blank puzzle.
He finished the puzzle, dumped it on the floor, and started again.
"Matt, I know you're watching me."
Matt winced. He'd been caught.
"Come in."
Matt slowly climbled to his feet and took a few cautious step into Near's room.
"I have a magic trick kit sitting at the foot of my bed. Would you please fetch it for me? You can leave after doing so."
And even though Matt felt completely intrusive and out of place, his heart hurt knowing that Near had only wanted him to fetch his toys.
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watch your eyes as they pour and i never really loved you more
"Maybe it was all just some stupid lie that we had going on." Matt sighed, strongly fighting to urge to grab Near's hand. "Maybe, like, I really hate Mello. I hate him. Maybe I'm glad he's gone."
"If this were the case, 'maybe' wouldn't be an issue." Near said, and he looked very much like he didn't want to hold Matt's hand.
"Well, maybe Mello has had me tricked all these years."
"It all goes back to 'maybe.' "
"Fine. Mello had me tricked and I definately never really loved him." Matt said, and then he cried for about an hour onto Near's shoulder, but they still didn't hold hands.
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we'll never sleep--- God knows we'll try...
Eventually, Matt stopped sleeping. He would sneak out of his room in the late hours of the night and lightly knock on the door to Near's. Every night, he would say the same thing:
"I can't sleep. Can I please---"
And Near would always cut him off before he could say, 'get in bed with you,' by saying:
"Come in."
Near would climb in the bed first and press his back against the wall. Matt would follow, shivering because he was lying in the part of the bed that Near's body never touched, therefore it was always cold.
They would talk and talk about anything and everything. Sometimes Matt would mention his parents. He wouldn't cry.
Sometimes Matt would mention Mello. That's when he started crying.
He would close his eyes and pretend he was sleeping.
Near would just look at him.
Neither one of them would get any sleep at all.
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Notes and stuff: Yes, yes, three drabbles based on three random songs by Jenny Lewis/Rilo Kiley.
You Are What You Love
The Angels Hung Around
We'll Never Sleep (God Knows We'll Try)
You should all listen to them.
After, of course, you leave me a nice review.