It's been a while since I've uploaded a story. Some of you may have noticed that I removed my story DA It's Over. I decided not to finish it because of two reasons. 1. I'm a lazy betch. 2. I have no time. Over the summer I wrote 2 stories though. I'm uploading this one called The Deep End. It was the first of the two I wrote.

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING AND AM MAKING NO PROFIT. I only own this story :3

When we were young, everything was just fine. We did everything together. We went to the movies, bowling, we painted, we learned how to ride bikes, we even experimented together... Though that was when we were a little older. When we were really small, about four or five, we always went swimming together. I saved him multiple times from drowning. Heh... He never listened to me when I said to him that the deep end was a lot harder to swim in once you looked down.

He should have listened.

He was the kind of kid that loved to play games. He always wanted to play a family. He was the father and he always forced me to be the mother. We never had a child though. Once, I caught hi researching something online. I went up to him and he was looking up things families do. We read this one part where it explained how to get a child. It said, "Child Time". So being the 'genius' he was, he looked it up. We read about it for a bit. When we were done, he asked, "Do you think we should do this next time we play?" I responded, "No. That doesn't sound like something we should do." At that, I didn't speak to him anymore about it and left the room.

We lived together for 13 years. I was four when I first moved into the orphanage. He moved in a year later when I was five. We were both obviously too young to know each other and to know what was going on, but we were always put into the same 'play groups'. I guess that's when we both started to hang out. Though at that age, it's not called 'hanging out', but calling it 'playing together' is just too odd for me at my age now.

I was ten when things really started to change. Since he was a year younger than me, he really didn't know what he was trying to get me to do.

It was about a week later, after he had looked up 'child time'. He asked me, "Hey... Mello, we should pretend!" He was excited and hyper like always. I looked at him and asked, "Alright, what do you want to pretend" He smirked and said, "A couple". I waited a few seconds to register what he had just said, then answered him, "Matt... I don't think that we should. There's people around and it's kind of weird." "What do you mean it's weird" Matt asked me, sitting down at a table in the cafeteria. "Well don't couples usually kiss" I asked, standing in front of him on the other side of the table. "I'm not going to kiss you Matt. Especially in front of all these people." He looked down and nodded his head.

Later that night, when we were both in our bunks, Matt looked down from the top bunk and asked, "Were you sure about earlier, Mello?" "I'm sure Matt. I don't want to talk about it anymore" I responded back to him. I turned over in my bunk to face away from his silhouette hanging over the side of his bunk.

We never spoke about it again after that night.

The urge of crying pounds at my soul at the moment. I hate being kept here around my friends, family, old enemies and people I clearly don't know.

I've cried so much already about it. Parts of me want to kill myself. Other parts want to live on and complete the tasks that couldn't be done. I blame myself for this. If only I was there. If only I wasn't occupied in something else at that moment.

I honestly hate this music. I've never liked it really. When I was 13, I used to tell Matt how much I hated certain tunes. He used to tell me to shut up and be glad that we were even allowed music in the orphanage. When we listened to rap, he said that all of the people them were talking about their 'hoes'. I used to laugh at that and say, "I could rap about you and say a bunch of stuff." He usually flipped me off after wards.

When we listened to country, I used to think the people were singing about their brothers, sisters and or cousins. The reason why I thought that, was because I used to hear rumours that every body was related to one another. Matt said that he wouldn't be surprised. When we listened to blugrass, the opinion was even stronger.

Over the years, I've warmed up to the 'metal' age. Sure, I like it. It wouldn't be the first genre I'd play at a wedding or a funeral though. I used to go to the hardcore metal concerts back in my teen years. I remember this one time that we went to a concert. I forget who it was now, but I know they were good.

We were getting ready to go to the metal concert. We still lived in the orphanage at the time. I was at the mirror in the bathroom, putting on a crap load of eyeliner. Matt came into the bathroom sporting his signature striped shirt and his sectioned jeans.

I looked at him in the mirror and asked, simply annoyed, "That's what you're going in?" He responded, "Something wrong with it" I nodded and set down my eyeliner and demanded thhat he put on some tight black pants and a black wife-beater. I motioned at myself, showing him that it was a mirror image of me I wanted him to dress as. "Keep the shoes though," I winked at him. I pushed him to my dresser and took out one of my shirts for him. He looked at me in question then asked, "Are you sure that your shirts will fit me?" I shoved the shirt at him and he took it. "You may be larger than me, but tighter shirts are always sexier than loose ones", I said, turning around to walk back into the bathroom to finish applying my eyeliner. "Find a pair of loose pants. They're in there somewhere."

I went into the bathroom and finished doing my eyeliner. Matt walked into the bathroom wearing the clothes a few minutes later. "It's not my style, but... For tonight it'll have to do," He sighed, looking at his reflection in the mirror behind me. I smiled and play punched him on the shoulder and said, "It's party time".

The concert reeked of weed and alcohol. It wasn't the place to be the night before a huge test at school. At the time we didn't care. We apparently looked older than we were because we were offered variety's of drugs and alcohol. They just shoved them at us and hell... We wouldn't say no to free and illegal things being forced down our throats.

We moshed and grind-ed the night away until shit got crazy.

It was about halfway through the concert that things started to get heated. The drugs had kicked in and everybody was getting out of control. Fights broke out and it looked as if people were screwing themselves in the mosh-pit. Both of us must have made out with at least five girls and touched things we weren't supposed to then got slapped for it after wards.

We found each other in the madness and started 'dancing' together among the rest of the pandemonium in the room.

Things went farther and farther on into the night, under the city lights.

When we got back to the orphanage, it was obvious that we were both wasted and high as the sky. We made tons of noise when we stumbled through the hallways. People looked out of their rooms and yelled at us to be quiet. We just turned around and flipped them off and laughed our asses off.

Then we got back to our room. We fooled around, playing air-guitar and mimicking the things that the performers did. It had to be an hour later that we finally settled down and fell to the floor with fatigue. We got up after a few more minutes and sat on my bunk, smoking the last of the drugs we snuck out of the concert. Matt looked at me and said, "Great night. We absolutely have to do it again."

We sat there for a while until the last of the drugs kicked in. We were screwed as hell and Matt told me, "No matter what we do tonight, we can't possibly get into any more trouble than what we'll be in tomorrow."

"No matter what we do?" I asked, looking at him hesitantly.

"No matter what we do," he smirked then leaned over me and kissed me, moving us down flat on the bed.

Then the night rolled on.

The next morning we woke up in each others arms. I opened my eyes to a bright piercing light and a massive headache. I felt a warm figure around me, so I looked up and believe it or not, it was Matt holding me in his arms tightly as if he was protecting me. He opened his eyes slowly and smiled, "Morning".

I don't know if I could listen to metal music again.

I hate churchy music.

I really hate funerals.

I hope you all enjoyed chapter one of The Deep End. xD;; It's honestly been a while since I've typed up stories. My grammar is probably really off.

I've noticed with other stories that people are typing them as if they're from the Netherlands or something... Using words like "Bloody" and "Mate". Example: "Bloody hell mate!" lol.

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