Matt x Matt

Grieving

Matt lied there in his bed, sobbing over Matt-Kun. He managed to find a mirror, as there were dozens scattered all around his bedroom.

"Alright Matt. Get yourself together." He sniffed, wiping his red, puffy eyes. "G-Gotta try to move on. Maybe... Maybe this will help."

Matt made the most fabulous expression in the mirror, but alas, it wasn't enough to soothe his grieving soul over Matt-Kun. Although he looked amazing, it wasn't enough to replace him.

Matt flopped on his bed, his hand gently releasing his mirror from his grasp. "It's just no use..." Matt whispered, silently sobbing once again.

Edd was still very confused as of why Matt was upset, but he wasn't going to let one of his best friends just be upset. Edd walked up to Matt's room, and gently knocked on the door.

Matt didn't move from his bed. He was on his side, curled up in a ball. He managed to soflty squeak out a "Come in..." Between cries.

Edd poked his head in through the door, with a worried expression on his face. "Matt? Are you okay?" Matt looked up at Edd with dull, blue eyes.

His eyes were usually filled with joy, but not now. Not after Matt-Kun left. "N-No... Things will never be there same Edd." Matt burried his face in his hands, still crying his heart out.

Edd sat down beside him. "Hey, it'll be okay Matt." Edd sympathetically spoke, yet, still rather confused. "No it won't Edd!" Matt yelled, sitting up from his bed. "He's gone, and he can NEVER come back!" Matt sobbed, flopping back down, burying his head in his blanket.

Tom walked in, bothered by all the fuss. "Could you please shut the hell-" He was cut off by Edd, giving him a death glare. Tom sighed, for he knew he had just gotten himself involved in this mess. He slowly shuffled his feet across the wooden floor, and sat next to Edd, a distraught Matt besides the two of them.

"Alright Matt. What's the matter with you." Tom sighed. "Matt-Kun! He... He's dead!" Matt said muffled due to his face being buried in blankets. "Matt-Kun? Wait, Matt, are your drunk? Don't tell me you drank my Smirnoff again thinking it was fancy water in a glass bottle." Tom said sounding worried.

He wasn't worried by Matt's crying. He was worried because the last time, and the only time Matt has gotten drunk, he cried, claiming a cat with wings stole his face. It had lasted for nearly seven hours, until he finally passed out.

"No..." Matt sniffed, sitting up. "Remember the clone of me?" "Oh yeah, that Matt clone that you guys replaced me with. You know, when you threw me in the trash." Tom shot a glare at Edd while all he did in return was shrug.

"Yeah, that's him. He was exactly like me. He was perfect. And now... He died out of no where!" Matt wept. "Well you know... Clones die sometimes and... Stuff..." Tom said, scratching the back of his neck.

"But why him? Why now? Looking in the mirror isn't the same anymore!" Matt cried out. "Shhhh... It's okay Matt. He's in a better place now." Edd said softly. "He wants you to be happy. So look in the mirror, and don't think about what happened to him, think about all the great times you had together."

Edd gave Matt the mirror that was on the bed. Matt smiled, tears streaming down his face. "Thanks guys, what would I do without you?" Matt said, embracing Edd and Tom into a hug.

"Hey, it's no problem Matt, we're always here to help!" Edd hugged back. "Uhhh, yeah. Did I even do anything?" Tom asked, not responding to the hug.

Matt let go, and hopped out of the bed. "C'mon guys! Let's watch Return of the Insane Zombie Pirates From Hell 6!" He ran downstairs, and began to prepare the movie.

"Hey Edd," Tom said getting up. "What is it Tom?" Edd asked in response. "How much you wanna bet he's already forgotten about everything?" "I'm not betting on that, because I know for a fact that he has, and he's probably wondering there the DVD goes in the DVD player." Edd chuckled.

Just as he said that, Matt called out from downstairs, "Uhm, guys? Where does the DVD go again?" "Told you." Edd smirked, walking downstairs to help him, with Tom following after him.