A/N: This is the last chapter on this story. I ran out of ideas for this fanfic.
It's been two weeks since Sam and Freddie got together. There was a lot of shocked people, but there was also a lot of people who knew they were getting together. Freddie's mom freaked out about it, but then three days later, she got over it. Freddie had frequently visited Matt at his house, but Freddie usually brought Sam along, and Matt relapsed to cutting himself again.
Freddie found out when he walked in on Matt using a paperclip to cut himself, and tried to find out the reason. Freddie had made sure to talk Matt out of thinking about suicide even passing notes to him, trying to talk Matt out of it. Freddie was disappointed in Matt, but soon found himself sitting down on Matt's bed.
"Why did you take it up again?" Freddie asked, his tone coming out more demanding.
"You're my only friend." Matt answered, his knees to his chest, and his arms around his knees.
"But what about Sam and Carly?" Freddie questioned.
"They don't matter to me." Matt answered shrugging.
"Why did you cut yourself again?" Freddie demanded, knowing that Matt was trying to change the subject. "And don't change the subject."
"You've been spending to much time with Sam and left me to become a loner again. When I want to hang out with you, you have to bring Sam with you, making me feel like a third wheel." Matt explained and looked at the red sheets. Tito walked in and then jumped on Matt's bed, resting his head and left paw on Matt's arm, as if trying to comfort his depressed owner.
"You know you could have told me. I would've understood." Freddie said.
"Didn't think of that." Matt muttered.
"I think you do things without thinking. Like jumping off that bridge, nearly drowning." Freddie said.
"Don't remind me." Matt said, remembering waking up in the hospital sore from nearly drowning.
"Yeah, I'll remind you of that, because it was the second time I was worried about my friend who tried to commit suicide, again." Freddie snapped and Matt hung his head down, in shame. His hair was fading to brown. Freddie guessed that the hair dye was washing out, or Matt was getting careless of dying his hair, or he stopped dying his hair because he stopped caring.
"Sorry. It was just that, you were hanging out with Sam more than me, and it felt like my old 'friend' who used to be there for me, but then stopped being my friend when he found out I was suicidal." Matt said and he started to cry. Freddie sighed, and stared at his crying friend.
He didn't know what to do, he had never comforted a crying boy before. More or less his depressed friend. That was when the teen put his arms around Matt and patted his shoulder, in which he hopped was a sign of comforting the teen.
A/N: Sorry this was so sort. Like I said, I ran out of ideas for this fanfic. I keep getting ideas for other fanfics.