Matt smiled as he gathered everyone around. "Alright, so you know what to do right?" Everyone mostly nodded or gave small noises of affirmation. His sister on the other hand snorted at his question.

"Matt, you already ran it through with us 100 times already. We get it. You know what to do." He rolled his eyes at his sister sarcasm.

"Yeah, I know. I just want to make sure everything goes smoothly." Matt needed everything to go smoothly. It was a special day today. He and Lance had been dating for 2 years and a half. And he finally wanted to show Lance how much he really cared. He felt ready to do this. If he can stay with him for the two whole years he's been a vampire, he's pretty sure he can deal with anything Lance could throw at him. "If you're all sure you all can-" Someone rapping on the door interrupted him. "Fuck-! He's early!" He rushed to shoo everyone into their respective hiding places and ran to the door. "Hello?" He asked, trying to not sound out-of-breath from the scurrying. Standing before him, just like Matt had anticipated, was Lance.

"Ummm, hey Matt. I know you invited me over for something but..."Lance looked around a bit, when he didn't see anybody he continued, biting his lip before speaking. "Can I talk to you?"

Matt stare for a moment, his eyes glancing back at the living room for a second where everyone else was hiding. He started to become worried. Lance looked like shit. His face had clear evidences of a tear trail, his hair was disheveled, and the expression on his face was not a pleasant one. "Ummm," his throat suddenly felt dry, what was going on? Didn't he have this all planed out? What went wrong? "Yeah, what's wrong Lance? Are you having one of your bad days-"

"I've been having those all week." The taller boy deadpan. Matt was taken aback a little. He had said that so quickly and without much emotion. As if he just wanted to get that fact out it the way. Matt felt a spark of both pity and anger flare up within him. Why the hell hasn't he come to him? Why was he keeping it to himself? A whole fucking week? Why hasn't he noticed something was wrong with Lance? Suddenly, Matt felt like shit for not realizing sooner.

"Oh, uh. What did you want to talk about?" Matt swallowed the lump in his throat. He took a peak at the living room again, making sure on one was viable.

"I want to break up." Matt's eyes widen in surprise as he snapped his head back.

"W-what?" Matt sputtered. He blinked, was he hearing this right?

Lance sighed. He knew this was going to be hard, but he have to do this. "I said-" He stopped for a second, and then ran a hand thought his hair. "Ummm." He turned around to close the door and bushed by Matt. Said boy followed. "Matt," he began, his voice much softer and meaningful than earlier. "This isn't going to work out. You know that."

"What are you talking? There's nothing wrong." He talked a little louder than necessary. Hoping the others would hear and maybe leave them to talk about this. The look Lance gave him in return made Matt flinch.

"What are you talking about?" He grabbed a finger in his direction. "You know damn well what's-" Lance flared with angry but was cut off by his boyfriend covering his mouth with his hand. A confused look graced his face, but this gave him enough time to properly compose himself. In that moment he finally took in the presents other of other humans in the room. Before he could grab Matt's arm to speak. The other boy beat him to it.

"Guys, can you all leave? We need some privacy."

Lance watched in horror as his friends slowly moved out from their hiding places. Now he understood why Matt said that. He didn't actually mean it. On the other hand, the looked he got from the others were mix reactions. Disappointment, shock, anger (mostly from Pidge), and confusion. Matt took a step back and Lance just stood there. When everyone had left but Hunk, Matt walked into the kitchen. Presumingly to get some water for himself.

Hunk opened his mouth to say something, but quickly closed it. He looked at the floor and then back at his best friend. "Look, I don't know what going on...but I hope you two can work it out. Bye Lance." He gave his friend a reassuring squeeze on the shrouded and walked out the door. Lance watched from his spot in the hallway, seeing his friends get into cars he didn't seem to notice on his way here. Damn, he was really out of it today. "Shit." He whispered. This is going to raise a lot of questions. He already knew that breaking up with Matt would make the other storm him with questions, but since they had actually heard him try to do it; they would act like they know everything or flock him like birds. Lance sighed. No no. They're not like that; they wouldn't do it like that. He heard Matt leave the kitchen and walk behind him, although Lance didn't make an effort to move. A set of arms wrapped around his torso, and a head rested on his back. The vampire tensed up from the familiar gesture.

"So," Matt's voice was soft as he spoke, "what happen? Why this?" He could feel his grip in him get tighter. Lance shrived. He really didn't want to do this. But it had to be done, he'll thank him later.

-Time Skip bc I realized my writing is shit-

Matt pulled on his hair. Wet, angry tears streaked his face. His body shook, having cried a bit too much. "What is that supposed to mean?! You act as if there's no way to reverse it! You know damn well there is! You told me!" Matt was shouting, his voice was in an upset bitter tone. When Lance had tried to explain himself and give his reasoning, Matt was quick to rip at it.

Lance took a breath, equally upset if not more. He clenched his fist in irritation. "Look," he mumbled through is his teeth, "Matt it's harder than it looks. I have to find the person that turned me and kill them! I mind you, I was bit two years ago; they could be anywhere!" He gestured wildly around the room as he spoke. "It's not like I can just ask around the place and expect answers. It might take me years to find that bastard."

"Then so be it!"

"Ugh!" Lance turned in frustration, running a hand through his hair. "You know what Matt; everything I told you is true. Those statements still stand. But the real reason I'm doing..." He motioned his hand in circles, as if prompting himself to speak. "This is..." His mouth felt dry at this moment. He wasn't all that sure anymore if he could finish his sentence.

"What?" Matt prompted; his voice a calm seething anger. "What is it? Why did you suddenly decide to end things?"

The taller boy's face soften and his body language relaxed. A frown formed on his face. "I'm sorry..."

Ugh, I can't finish this. I'm not sure if I even want to make a part two for this. I mean, I know older me will probably end up making part two later down the line but, now know? I sure as heck don't. Why?

I just can't. The writing's so badddddd. I don't like it. n I hate it, this is shit. My writing is shit; I'm not sure what I was thinking. I can't write angst. I have no experience in writing angst! (Unless you count that langst one-shot I made and never posted bc it's not done and I keep forgetting I made it in the first place. Man, I really need to warp that one up and get it out.)

So yeah, this is just gonna hang out here, unfinished. I give up on this.

Sorry if you were expecting a full chapter.

P.S. Yes, they were supposed to fix things up in the end, but that was after a week or so of them being apart. :P