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Spur-of-the-moment idea…

"Huh?" the albino looked over, his scarlet eyes widening when he saw what his former best friend had. No way. I'm dreaming. Matt, of all people… he wouldn't ever pull out a gun… let alone point it at someone… damn. He looks badass… that's hot. No! He's about to blow your brains out! Dammit, Gilbert! He took a deep breath, "Matthew… I don't think you understand what you're doing… it's totally unawesome a-and…"

"Oh shut up, Gilbert." the noxious tone of the Canadian stunned the albino. "I'm sick of your shit and mark my words, so are a lot of other people." Gilbert stuttered a bit, not certain of what to say. Someone just basically called him obnoxious. MATTHEW just basically called him OBNOXIOUS! How dare anyone do such a thing! He's the king of AWESOME! Not OBNOXIOUS! This was blasphemy! This was madness! THIS WAS SPAAAARRTTTAAAA! Okay, well, not really. It was HIGHSCHOOOOL! No, that doesn't work as well… oh well.

"W-well, Birdie…" he started, trying to work his way out of this.

"My name is Matthew."

"Ah, yeah. Well, m-Matthew… I-I think this is v-very over the t-top and unr-reasonable…"

"Shut the fuck up, hoser! I don't care what you have to say!" he was taken aback. Matt was yelling at him. Matt was about to make himself a murderer…. He sighed… he still loved the guy. Matt was his best friend and… and he had a feeling that matt was his true love. So why would his true love try to kill him? He had no idea, honestly. He continued to decide what he wanted to say, because one wrong word and his brains would be blown out. NOT AWESOME.

"Matt… You're going to go to jail if you do this…" he said, hoping to convince his terrorist to put the gun away. "You don't want to go to jail… trust me, matt, my dad was in jail for years, and now he's in the mental institution. Do you really want to end out that way?"

"I'm not going to fucking jail." The Canadian growled in return. He had two bullets. He had planned this through. It's not like anyone would care. Six months later, he'd be unknown. Like right now. It didn't matter. He'd be known as the kid who killed Gilbert. Nothing more, nothing less. Nobody cared about him and this was his decision. He was old enough to do this. But honestly, he wasn't going to tell Gil he had the extra shot. Nope.

"Please Matt…" the Canadian lifted the gun, pointing it at the albino's head.

"I've had it with you, Gilbert." his finger went to the trigger, the albino's eyes watched it. Matt, you wont do it… I know you, Matthew… Please don't. I love you…

"You're going to regret this…"

"I wont."

"I love you."

The Canadian pulled the trigger, not hearing what the albino said. He watched the albino fall limp, eyes still open wide. One deep breath and its over…he lifted the gun to the same place on his own head. He took a long deep breath, and brought himself to pull in on the trigger once more. Pain shot through him, and then, there was nothing. There was no Gilbert; there was no gun, no rooftop, no tormenters, and no pain. No Matthew. Nothing.

"I love you…"

"I hate you too, Gilbert… I hate you too."

Yeah… I was listening to a depressing play list… (Consisting of Hero, Stand in the Rain, Adam's Song, etc.) So it ended with a bang. Sorry that it's so short… ^^'

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