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No new emails.

No new calls.

Not even a letter in the mail.

Damn it.

I sighed, running a hand through my shoulder-length blond hair, eyes downcast. I didn't want to look at the computer screen anymore because it was telling me exactly what I didn't want to hear. Matt was gone. Where? I wished I knew. Also knowing why would be nice.

It wasn't like Mattie to up and leave like that, so what was wrong? Maybe I'd said something. After racking my brain for anything offensive I might have done or said to Matt, I came up empty. But why, then?

"Where'd you go, Mattie?" I whispered, shutting my eyes tightly. I don't cry. Ever. Period.

But damn; if losing Matt wasn't going to make me, nothing would.

No. I wasn't going to cry over this, I was going to do something about it. So Matt thought he could just walk out on me, huh? Well, I wasn't that easy, he should've known that by now and too bad for him; he was mine and I was going to find him and drag him back kicking and screaming if I had to. He was not leaving me.

Think, Mello, think! If I were Matt, why would I leave? Where would I go?

I paced, keeping my eyes on my leather boots as they treaded back and forth over the scuffed hardwood floors of the dingy apartment that, up until two days ago, I had shared with Matt. There was one thing that had been worrying me: He left all his stuff; minus his car, of course. The only other stuff of his that was missing–that I could find–were his cell phone and his usual cigarettes and lighter that went everywhere with him.

That was the thing. He didn't bother to take any of his games with him; that meant he would have to come back, right? Matt needed his games and all three of his handhelds were still here, not to mention the other three heftier consoles that remained hooked up to random TVs. Ugh, this was bad.

I was overreacting, wasn't I? I mean, it had only been two days since he'd left to get more cigarettes and chocolate, right? But it was a simple errand. Matt didn't just disappear like that, without a call or a note. What had happened?

No, I was right, something had happened to him, I hated to think of what but I forced myself to focus, forced myself not to panic. I was going to find Mattie and I was going to bring him back, that's all I needed to know at this point.

I starting passing again, snatching a bar of chocolate of the worn kitchen table and discarding part of the wrapper, taking a satisfying bite of the substance I was addicted too. As a let the chocolate slowly dissinegrate around my tongue my mind was moving at a mile a minute. First off I had to figure out that had happened, like I said, it wasn't like matt to just disappear so I pretty much ruled out that he had left me of his own violation(which was also my worst fear) so that left, kidnapping, getting killed for some reason, or perhaps being arrested? I doubted the last option, matt was an idiot sometimes but he was stupid enough to get himself arrested. I hope, it would be a bitch to get him out of prison if he had gotten himself locked up.

Okay, I was getting sidetracked again, focus Mello I repeated in my head, closing my eyes momentarily to help block everything else from my mind. I needed to find matt, simple as that.

So before I could talk myself out of it I grabbed my 9mm and headed out the door into the LA night. I hopped on the slick black motorcycle(my pride and joy by the way) and sped off, intent on recovering what was rightfully mine.

So should I bother to continue this, I have a plot in mind but i'm not sure if its worth it... tell me what you think please!