I AM NOT DEAD~! JUST GRADUATING~! :D

Chapter Warnings: Suspicious activity, some brief swearing, and other shit.

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"Who the hell is this?" Gilbert growled into the cell phone. Heavy breathing could be heard coming from the other end.

"Why don't you ask Mattie?" The voice asked.

Gilbert frowned. "Matthew doesn't know anything."

"Ah, yes. I remember reading that in the paper. Well, when he does remember, I'll call again."

"Wait how will you know-"

*Click*

"Damn it!" Gilbert gritted his teeth, shoving the phone into his black trench coat pocket.

"Gilbert…" Came a soft voice. Said man looked up at the little Canadian standing next to Francis. "Gilbert… I'll help however I can."

A silence loomed over them before a laugh rang through the air, causing all three men to look at the door. "Oh come on, don't act so sad!" A blonde man exclaimed after laughing, flipping his hair out of his face.

Gilbert felt his face scrunch up. "Not in the mood Feliks." He grumbled, causing Feliks to laugh even harder.

"Come on now, that bastard may be out there still, but there is nothing we can do, except enjoy the good times while they last." Feliks smiled, determination clear in his green eyes.

Feliks looked directly at the youngest blonde in the room. "Hey Matt~"

Gilbert looked exasperated. "Does everyone know Matthew except me?" He asked rhetorically.

"Yep pretty much."

Gilbert turned and glared at Feliks. "That was rhetorical dumbass."

Feliks ignored this, continuing to talk. "Anyway I think you three should go to a club. 10:30, this address." The flamboyant man said, handing Francis a slip of paper.

The club's lights blinded Matthew as he walked in. He wore a black t-shirt, grey skinny jeans with splattered with black, and combat boots. He glanced at Gilbert, who was wearing an army green band t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and black converse high-tops.

"Where's Francis?" The blonde asked, only getting a grunt in return. Gilbert pointed at Francis, who was hitting on the bartender.

Gilbert frowned when his friend started yelling slurred words at the other man. "I'll be right back." He told Matthew, and walked away.

Matthew leaned against a nearby pillar, and felt the chilling feeling of being watched. He glanced up, noticing another blonde man staring at him on the edge of the dance floor. The man wasn't dancing, just standing and staring.

Then suddenly, the man turned and maneuvered his way through the crowd of dancing people. Matthew frowned, and followed shortly.

When he got to the middle of the floor, he twisted and turned, looking in all directions of the man who was staring. He couldn't get a clear look of his face, but he could see his eyes.

Ice cold blue.

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