Okay, just a forewarning, I had posted this fanfiction first, and I inadvertently goofed on the chapters. Matthew went through the day in one chapter because of the song, but the others took two chapters, so Matthew is technically a day ahead if I leave that second chapter in there. So I'm gonna remove it, now making this one the second chapter. So sorry if this confused anyone who is reading all four *but I don't think there is anyone, I think there's like one person reading three of the stories; and this isn't one of them.*

Warning: Suicide mentioned.

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Matthew rolled himself out of bed the next morning. His injury still hurt, but he could deal with it. Better dealing with bruises than dealing with his brother wanting to escort him to the emergency room.

Not even bothering to change, because honestly no one would notice anyway, Matthew wandered down the stairs, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to semi-straighten his bedhead.

He discovered Alfred was bouncing around in the kitchen like a kid on sugar-high.

"Come on, Mattie! Let's go let's go!" Alfred's blue eyes locked on him instantly.

"Shut up…" Matthew said sleepily, still attempting to straighten his hair, "Since when are you so energetic in the morning…" It was one thing that annoyed him to no end. His brother could have endless energy, and he was struggling to just keep moving.

"Pulled an all-nighter, I got energy to spare!" Alfred pumped his fist in the air.

Matthew was surprised and NOT in a good way when his brother handed him pancakes. Sure he loved pancakes, especially with syrup…but not green pancakes. Pancakes weren't meant to be green. It looked like mold. Suppressing his gag reflex, Matthew quickly tossed the plate and…green…pancakes into the trashcan once his brother had turned around. One more morning without breakfast, who would notice he wasn't eating anyway?

"No problem! Let's go!" Alfred had bounced out of the room, leaving Matthew standing by himself, as usual.

"Yeah sure." Matthew sighed, grabbing his backpack and walking out of the house after his brother, who had already hurried out the door.

"You ate that fast." Alfred bounced up and down at the end of the sidewalk, glancing over his shoulder presumably when he heard Matthew approaching.

Matthew felt his cheeks flush slightly and he sped up his pace to make it past his brother, shrugging his shoulders as he went to make it seem like he was answering.

"Dude you must be super hungry in the morning~ You eat your breakfast before the rest of us even turn around!" Alfred's voice skipped along behind him, indicating the energy was showing no limits yet, "…you are eating it right?" And there was a definite change in voice.

"Yes Alfred." Matthew lied, hoping that Alfred would stop asking about it.

"Your ribs still hurt? I can still take you to the hospital!" Now really, how did he guess that Alfred would ask that?

"NO, AND NO." Matthew snapped. There was NO WAY he was going to the hospital. That would make his lack of eating very obvious.

"Aw, man, seriously. . ." Alfred pouted but thankfully stopped bothering him about it.

Matthew shook his head and kept walking in silence.

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Cruz grabbed a slice of toast and walked out the door, munching it on his way. He would have preferred a waffle or even a pancake, but he didn't have the time to make it this morning. Crunching on the slightly burnt bread, Cruz's thoughts drifted to the girlfriend he seemed to have grown overnight. The date proposal had come out of the blue, and Cruz half-wondered if she was playing a joke on him. Probably. But what did he care? It wasn't like he liked her. She probably had this huge idea he was completely smitten with her, and that was so far from the truth he couldn't even laugh at it.

Cruz shook his head and finished the toast, brushing his hands together to get rid of the crumbs. He knew Matthew had told him to stop being so cynical of other people, but it was just a habit he had. Most people judged him by his outer appearance, he had to admit to himself though that he did not have a friendly appearance, and for that, he reacted as such. He didn't even know how Matthew had managed to convince the principal that Cruz was just taking what was being said the wrong way, but the little blonde had somehow managed to get him out of trouble. Somehow. That year was fun. Cruz grinned remembering the faces of the bullies he had scared away from Matthew. Their faces were hilarious. He wished he'd had a camera.

"I should remember to thank him for that year. I keep forgetting." Cruz hit his head with a sigh. He didn't know why he kept forgetting to tell his friend thank you, but somehow it kept slipping his mind. Didn't help that Matthew had this way of disappearing into crowds of people. If every person had a superpower, Matthew's was definitely invisibility, and now he sounded like that idiot brother of Matthew's. Cruz shook his head, trying to get the annoying face of Alfred out of it, "Damn moron. How can Matthew have such a messed up brother?" He would love spending more time with Matthew, if it wasn't for the fact that his brother almost always showed up! Seriously, give the kid some alone time.

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Matthew found himself being dragged through the hall, almost immediately upon entering. He didn't even know what the hurry was about!

"Oh man, assembly! Hurry up Mattie!" Oh. That's what it was about.

"Slow down!" Matthew sighed, he must have missed the memo when he left early the day before, "You don't have to be in such a hurry!"

"I wanna get a good seat! It might be something totally awesome!" Alfred flashed a grin back at him.

"And it might be something totally boring." Matthew retorted, and it usually was. But nonetheless, he tried to keep up with Alfred's pace, but failed miserably. Alfred had way too much energy this morning.

Alfred had somehow found them two seats near the front and promptly sat down, pulling Matthew down in the seat beside him before beginning to , once again bounce up and down in his seat. "This is gonna be awesome! We get out of class! Hey if it takes long enough, maybe I won't have to worry about that test after all!"

"That's why you were up all night." Matthew moaned, slapping a hand to his forehead, "You went over to Arthur's house again, didn't you?" He felt so sorry for Arthur. Every night before a test, whether Alfred had the class with him or not, Alfred would sprint over to his house.

"Well yeah. He's got notes from every single day, well except for yesterday, but no big deal on that! I don't think we covered anything important." Alfred was saying, shrugging carelessly.

Matthew stared at him, "And didn't you get sent to the office yesterday during that class?"

"Well yeah. Meh. He got distracted by me and Gilbert having a totally fun time." Alfred gave Matthew a thumbs-up, to which his brother shook his head, "Hey! Arthur's sitting across the aisle from us!"

Matthew sighed heavily. There went Alfred's attention, completely gone to the green-eyed Englishman who was completely oblivious to Alfred trying to get his attention.

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Cruz stared at the memo that someone had put on his locker regarding some assembly for all sophomore students. Well that was fine…but…did they have to put it on his locker? Cruz glared at it before stalking off towards the auditorium, he didn't have a reason to open his locker anyway.

Cruz looked around upon entering, discovering that the lights had been dimmed already, "Geez. Nothing like wanting to start early." Cruz wandered up a few rows before plopping down in a random seat that was located right next to the aisle. He could see his supposed girlfriend about two rows up, by the looks of it, flirting with the guy that was sitting next to her. Cruz suppressed a laugh and shook his head. Being cynical saved him a lot of trouble sometimes. If he wasn't cynical he would probably be upset about that. Now, however, he was going to be amused and watch the show play itself out.

Cruz glanced around, but didn't see Matthew anywhere. "He's probably with his idiot brother…" Cruz glanced around down front, and sure enough, saw two blonde heads sitting side by side, and that was unmistakably Matthew's hairstyle. And of course, his brother's stupid hairstyle next to it.

"Cruz, you're not sitting with me!"

Cruz looked up at the female who had appeared next to him, "No. No I'm not." He looked at her as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Come on, you gotta sit with me!" His 'girlfriend' tugged on his arm.

"Nope. I'm good right where I'm at. You have fun at your seat." Cruz shrugged her off.

"There's no room for me to sit here." She pouted.

"I'm well aware of that. That's why I said for you to have fun at your seat." Cruz pointed to the one she had vacated to come back to him. "Go flirt with whats-his-name."

Obviously surprised she had been caught, judging by the shocked reaction and the sudden stepping back, it took her a moment to compose an answer, "I-I was just talking to him. I wasn't flirting!"

"You most certainly were. I could hear you laughing from here." Cruz said flatly, "And that takes a bit considering the noise level. And in any case, that whole dating thing was a joke to you, wasn't it? Sorry for ruining your fun." Cruz was quite pleased with himself to see the angry look pass over her face.

She stalked away without saying another word, confirming Cruz's suspicions.

"Ha. Go after a target who isn't cynical." Cruz grinned and watched her as she went right back to flirting with the boy who sat next to her.

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"Can I have your attention?" A male speaker tapped the microphone up on the stage.

Matthew sighed heavily, "You already got it by tapping on the microphone." His eyelids were beginning to feel heavy. It didn't help he had been straining his eyesight trying to find Cruz in the crowd. He was probably sitting with his girlfriend anyway.

"I understand some of you would much rather be in class right now…some of you would rather not be in school at all…some of you would do anything to get out of class…" The speaker started.

Matthew raised both eyebrows. It was never a good subject when the speaker started out with something like that. And he was sure it was going to get worse.

"And there is a minority of you…sitting in this room at this very moment…who wouldn't want to be here or anywhere at all."

Definitely worse. Matthew moaned and leaned on his armrest, he did not want to be lectured this early in the morning about things that had already crossed his mind, several times, and over the past couple months now. Last thing he needed to hear, was someone trying to prevent it.

"I know to many of you, this may seem like a big joke, but I assure you, this is no laughing matter. The teenage suicide rate has increased this past year, and there are many speakers going around to different schools to try and educate the student body to be more attentive of their surroundings."

For once, Alfred was completely quiet. Hopefully he wasn't taking this seriously. Matthew shrugged it off, Alfred always laughed at everything as a joke. Matthew was already well aware of the rate of suicide increasing, and couldn't be bothered to listen, instead, he looked around again, trying to see if he could find Cruz once more.

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"Every single teenage suicide can be prevented. Look at your fellow students around you. How many of you talked to, on a daily basis? How many of the students around you, do you notice, but never bother to do anything about, walk by themselves to every class? Who don't have friends to talk to like you might?"

Cruz blinked. One. He could already think of one person without even turning around. Sure the kid had a few friends…maybe it was more like two. His idiot brother, and of course, himself. Cruz looked down at where Matthew's blonde hair was barely peeking above the chair, apparently he was sinking down in his seat. His invisibility trick at work maybe.

"Would you notice, if that one person you never spoke to, stopped coming to school? If they never showed up again to class, would you wonder why?"

Of COURSE he would notice it! How could he not notice that Matthew would stop coming to class? The thought of it actually made him feel sick. That or it was his now ex-girlfriend kissing the random guy. She clearly wasted no time. Thankfully, Cruz hadn't kissed her. The perfume alone made him gag. Cruz redirected his attention back to the speaker, now interested in what he was saying.

"How many of your classmates suffer in silence because they don't want to burden their troubles on someone else?"

There it was again. Something that sounded exactly like Matthew. Why was everything this guy was saying reminding him of Matthew?

"You alone, can make a difference in one student's life. Just by reaching out to them and saying hello, you could change their mind for one day."

'I say hello to him…wait…did I talk to him yesterday? I don't think I did. Crap.' Cruz racked his brain trying to remember what he had been doing during class yesterday. 'Wait…he wasn't in school after gym. He wasn't in any of the classes after that, I never saw him. Did he get hurt again? Damn it.' Cruz made a mental note to talk to Matthew about what happened during gym the moment he saw the smaller blonde. Provided his idiot brother wasn't nearby. Too close to him, and Cruz was liable to punch Alfred's lights out.

"You can prevent acts of suicide just by keeping your eyes open and staying alert to your surroundings. Report any suspicious activity of another student to a teacher. If you see someone by themselves in the hall, say hello when you pass by. Don't just ignore them. Making them feel like they don't exist is the worst thing you can do to a person."

Cruz gave a slight motion with his hands. That just described Matthew's whole life. His invisibility trick was a curse! 'Mental note: talk to Matthew and make sure he isn't showing any other signs of this crap.'

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Matthew had never felt more relieved in his life to get out of that auditorium. 'Hopefully Alfred didn't take that seriously…'

"Dude what was up with that speaker? Could he get any more pessimistic? Really! None of us are gonna go and off ourselves!" Alfred's loud voice was protesting behind him.

Judging by the reaction, most of the classmates agreed.

Matthew just shook his head. 'Right. Why was I even worried? Alfred wouldn't notice someone in depression if they were two feet in front of him. Or lived with him. Or was his damned twin brother.' Matthew hugged himself and stalked off towards his next class, feeling the tears burn at the edge of his eyes. 'Stupid stupid Alfred.'

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So I know this story has like no reviews to it, which is funny because this is the one I like the most :P Probably because I'm such a fan of Canada/Cuba but oh well. If someone does read this…GIVE ME A SIGN. Please? TT_TT