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"As good is my memory is-" Matt replied, sarcasm tainting his voice. "-I can't tell you every single one. I do remember this one though cause it stung like a bitch." Matt dipped his head, red hair covering his face. "It was about two years ago. Crystal meth lab...one of the flasks got too hot and shattered. I was standing too close like the special person I am and it went into my arm. Though it was covered in the drug so I was too high to sort it out. When I came to, it was infected and just lovely so...yeah it scarred pretty bad. But like hell I was going to tell that to that chick." Matt paused, pulling his sleeves back down, covering the array of scars. "As hot as she may have been...I didn't even want to tell you if I'm honest..."
"Ahhh, meth. Yeah, I smoked and snorted $2,000 worth in a few hours once. Probably not my brightest idea, but I did get an amazing amount of work done." Mello smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "Everyone was amazed I wasn't dead, doing that much at my size. Oh well." He shrugged, grin splitting his face. "So I can't really bitch at you for making the shit. I prefered extacy to meth, but it was there on the table...a lot of drugs are. They start to suspect you if you don't participate." He made a face, thinking back on all the stupid shit he had done, and in truth was still doing. "So you fucked a ridiculously stupid bitch, what of it?" He said, trying to change the subject, knowing it may or may not work, depending on the mood Matt was in.
"Actually I didn't run it. It was a rival mobs lab, we were smashing it up quite a bit. Quite a lot of fun, but luckily for me they always accepted my excuse of 'needing a clear mind to work computers properly' so I've only ever taken drugs by accident." Matt explained, tenderly touching the gash on his face, hoping it wouldn't scar. "I never got to fuck her either...she passed out after drinking some absinthe. It was kinda amusing especially when her drunk friends tried to haul her out of there...and then ended up making out in the doorway." He shook his head laughing. "Girls are sluts sometimes." Pulling his hand away from his face he looked up at Mello, laughter stopping in his throat. "So...do you still do it?"
"I only drank absinthe once, it spiked my sugar so bad that twenty minutes later it crashed and I actually went into shock." Mello laughed, remembering how badly the people around him freaked out. He ate a few packets of sugar and was able to function enough to right himself.
"Um, do you have any food? I'm starving." Mello said, begining to walk away from Matt. When he caught the look on Matt's face he stopped. "I haven't done anything since I stepped into your apartment." He turned, rubbing his arm.
"You know what I mean Mello. Don't get picky with your words." Matt snapped. Taking a breath, he drew a cigarette from his pocket, placed it between his lip and lit the end. "Sorry. I didn't mean to get grouchy." He murmured taking a drag, the almost itch like feeling in his mouth dying down in an instant. "Last time I checked for food I just had grape jam. But you can look if you want."
"I prefer jelly to jam, but at least it's not strawberry. Are there any places that deliver around here? I don't feel like going out...I'm not feeling to well." Mello admited. He walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge. He stared at the jam for a moment, stomach turning, then returned to the living room. He took a chocolate bar out of his coat pocket instead. Mello sat on the couch, unwrapping the sweet, snapping off the corner of it. It was about 30 seconds before his stomach lurched, bile climbing its way up his throat. Mello ran for the bathroom, pushing his way past Matt, hugging the toilet as chocolate and stomach acid was forced out of his mouth by violent stomach contractions.
When he was done heaving, wiping his mouth with toilet paper, he turned to the red head, holding his head in his hands. "You wanna know the truth? I've done more drugs then I can count, some I don't even know. Meth, Coke, Ex, Crack, LSD, Mescalin, Acid, Vikes, Oxy, Speed...you name it, I've tried it. It's part of being a higher up in the mob. Tables covered in drugs of every varitey." He paused, taking a deep breath. "The one that's the problem, the one I can't just stop is...heroin. We get damn near pure, uncut stuff. It started with me smoking opium in Japan two years ago... Shortly after one of the doctors that worked for us offered to shoot us up with some grade A shit. I was young and stupid and needed to accepted by them... I've been shooting up or smoking the shit at least once a day since that night. Last time I had a fix was in the bathroom after I landed at LaGuradia." Mello shook his head, face covered.
"I'm sorry Matty. Sorry I didn't tell you that I'm a fucking junkie now. I didn't want you to ever see this side of me." He apologised, glancing mometarily at the boy with eyes that were bloodshot from vomiting, before lowering his head again. "I brought some oxy's and methadone pills with me to stave off withdrawl, but I haven't taken any yet. I should of taken some while you were out so you wouldn't of found out." He sighed. "It's ironic isn't it? One of the most intelegent people in the world and I do something so stupid." He laughed bitterly, swiping at his face to hide the treacherous tears that had started to squeez their way out.
Matt walked out of the room and grabbed Mello's coat. Feeling around inside he pulled out the packet of pills. Clutching it tightly in his hand he walked back into Mello, crouching down so he met his height and passed them to him.
"Here. Errors make us human Mello so don't regret them. Besides you look like you could use some sleep." Reaching over to him, he wiped away the tears that leaked out, knowing fully well that Mello would deny crying at all later.
"It wasn't an error, it was a decision. I knew perfectly well what it was going to do to my body." Mello corrected, carefully taking the pills from Matt. His hands were shaking, making it hard to open the packet. He finally was able to remove four white methadone pills, enough to cause a normal person to stop breathing, but it was barely enough to stave off the burning corsing through his body. "I am tired, I'm exausted, but I wont be able to sleep. Not until these things kick in, and then I wont be tired anymore...probably. I can never tell." He admited, poping the pills into his mouth, swollowing the bitter drugs dry. "How is your face feeling?" He asked, reaching out towards the other man. "I have pain killers." He laughed bitterly, holding the packet up. "But really, how is it feeling? A gash on your cheek must hurt like a son of a bitch. I know one on your stomach does, it's the muscles moving afterwards." His face went serious as he asked, concerned.
"Looks like I'll have to knock you out then." He teased lightly, though a smile never graced his lips. "My face is fine. I can't even feel it. Stop worrying about me when I'm way more worried about you idiot." He took Mello's hand lightly and helped him into the bedroom. "You might not be able to sleep but you can sure as hell try. You get grouchy else...Yeah I haven't forgot. Your morning mood still terrifies me even now."
"I only got grouchy because you threw shit at me!" Mello protested, shuffeling his feet behind Matt. He sat down on the bed, head hanging down. "Don't be worried about me. You should never worry about me...it's my job to worry about you. I'm older." He smirked, looking up through his hair. "Give me a half hour and I'll feel fine, promise. But if you insist on my laying down, you are too." He said, dragging Matt to the bed.
"I only threw shit at you because you would get worse if you didn't get up and missed first period!" He countered, sitting down next to him as Mello so graciously requested. "You may be older but you're still the youngest." He grumbled. "And no trying to sex me up. I'm actually tired 'cause I had to get up early and someone kept me up all night."
"Valid. I can't believe I made such a big deal out of classes when I just ended up dropping out anyways." Mello laughed. He turned to look at the red head. "You do realise what you just said is a complete oxymoron, right? Are you really that tired?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at him.
"You don't have to worry. I feel like such shit right now that sex is the last thing on my mind, which is saying something since I'm next to you." Mello grinned. "Come on, lay down." He said, patting the bed next to him.
"Yes I really am that tired. There had to be at least two hundred firewalls I had to break through, Takes a lot of thinking, even for me." Matt collapsed completely on the bed, chest rising and falling steadily in content. Rumpling the covers as he squirmed, Matt tugged the goggles off from around his head and placed them on the bedside table, arm flung over his eyes to block out the light.
"I don't want to think anymore, it's over rated." Mello said, more to himself then Matt. He stood, walking over to the dresser. "I'm stealing some pj's, leather sucks for laying down in." He said, opening the third drawer down. As expected Matt still kept his clothes for sleeping in the same place. Mello grabbed the first thing he came to, a pair of red sweat pants. He smoothly unbttoned his pants, peeling them off, then laid them over the dresser so they wouldn't wrinkle.
Mello slipped on Matt's pants, fabric hanging loose on his hips, then turned back towards the bed. He gripped the blanket, tugging it out from under the other boy. Mello opted to crawl over Matt rather then forcing him to move over, after all it was his fault that Matt was so exausted. Me laid down, pulling the blankets over them, and rolled on his side, throwing his arm across Matt's chest, resting his forehead on his shoulder. "Nanight." He said softly, closing his eyes. He tried to force his body to relax, but his blood felt like molten lead and his muscles felt tight enough to snap. His skin was freezing but his inside was burning. Everything that touched his skin ached and his head felt like it was imploding. He did his best to act normal, not wanting Matt to worry about him. This was not something Matt should have to concern himself about, it was his dumbass fault. Mello laid there, focusing on his breathing, praying that the warm fuzzyness of the little white pills would kick in soon.
Clasping Mello's hand in his own, Matt sat back up the icy chill of Mello's skin running through Matt's hand. Pressing his free hand to Mello's head he bit his lip. He stumbled from the bed, suppressing the sleep depravity that bit at him, walking into the kitchen he pulled a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. Returning to Mello a few minutes later he held out the glass to him. "Drink it." He ordered, pressing the cup into his hand. "It may not help much but you need to drink before you sweat it out."
"Matt I'll be fine." Mello muttered, but sipped on the water. Normally he would just chug it down to appease the red head, but he was afraid if he did that he would start throwing up again. Though he was use to vomiting by now and it was no big deal, he really didn't want to get up again.
"Lay down and stay down. You're going to collapse. I might be a bitch if I don't get enough sleep, but you have a tendancy to fall asleep sitting up, or hell standing up! Stop worring about me and worry about yourself." He chided, setting the half drank glass next to Matt's goggles.