when we broke up >> l.h.

cinco

~Luke's POV~

The funeral was... well, cold. I still can't believe that Snoop left me like this without even saying goodbye. He had the audacity to die on me. The taste of his lips still linger on me from the night before. On the long way home, I swore to God, I saw his reflection in the car window when I was looking out. I fucking hate the way he left me. All alone and broken.

"Hey, mate. How are you holding up?" A voice from behind says. I recognize it from the way it was high pitch and happy. How could he still be happy when something this devastating just happened?

I take a deep breath. "Ashton," I said. "Leave me alone."

"Luke, holy sh.it man! I'm just trying to talk to you, and you give me this DUMB FUFU SH.IT. I felt fuc.king bad for you because I knew how much you loved Snoop, but you don't need to fucki.ng be like this, dawg. You are being extremely unreasonable and you need to fuck.ing understand that I am only trying to help. If you don't let any of us talk to you about this, god forbid, you'll never get better."

"He used to call me Dawg." I bury my face in my pillow and pull my covers around my head. Like this, Ashton's talking is muffled and I can hear the pulsing of my heart that will never reach my dic.k again.

"...So? Are you saying that I can't call you dawg too? Does fuc.king Mr. Snoop Doggity Dog own the word dawg just because it's apart of his pu.ssy ass name?"

"Ashton, just leave. No one asked for you to be here and bully me. Why are you like this now? You used to be the nicest to me."

"That was because - Never mind. The point is, I'm not bullying you. I just care about you enough to tell you the truth. I'm not gonna baby you, Luke. Not anymore. But just know. At the end of the day, I will be here for you, but Snoop won't be." Ashton sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He's been pacing around, looking at pictures and posters. I've broken my cocoon and I watch him.

"Because he's dead, dumb.ass. Now get out of my room."

Ashton leaves and I swear I haven't felt happy about him leaving until now. The last thing I need is some p.ussy as.s bi.tch trying to tell me bullshit I already know.

I wipe the tears from my face and get up to go to the bathroom. My skin is red and blotchy, eyes watery, and my throat feels like sandpaper. Why did this all have to happen?

Walking back from the bathroom, I trip over my amp cord on the floor. I lay there for a little bit and think of how many times Snoop and I had se.x on my floor. I turn my head so I am facing directly underneath my bed. I see something sparkle so I crawl and shove my long, muscular arm that Snoop loved to feel underneath the bed and pull out a gold studded beanie... His gold studded beanie.

It smells like Snoop. A little dusty, but I can smell remnants of Snoop's shampoo still clinging to the insides along with some curly hair.

I've missed you so much, Snoopy Poopy.

I know, Lukey Pukey.

Before I know it, my hand is creeping to the waistband of my boxers and I imagine us, together, on the first day we got back together. I can still feel the candy cane in my ass.hole. Wrapping the beanie around my di.ck, I can feel the cold golden studs hit my gen.itals and I shiver.

Come, Luke. Come for me. It's like he's whispering into my ear.

Luke, you're so beautiful. A choked sob racks through my body. I think about Snoop's hands caressing my face.

I love you. Then why did you leave me?

I can't come. It's not enough. I remember the candy cane that I saved laying in my drawer. The lu.be sits with it, begging to be put together, so that's exactly what I do. It eases into me, reminding me of a finger much like Snoop's. Just like that, with the candy cane shoved up my a.sshole and Snoop's studded beanie around my dick, I reach my climax. I see Snoop's face above me, o.rgasming, and I try to reach out and touch his face, but I catch nothing but air. No Luke, he's gone.

He's gone.

He's gone.

He's gone.

The echoes get louder and louder. Gravity forces itself upon me and I realize all things are meant to fall, just like Snoop. Just like... me.

-

It takes seven minutes for me to die. The rope feels scratchy around my neck, and the pain is too hard for me to bear. Throughout the whole thing, I can feel all the blood rush down my body and I struggle for breath the whole time. My eyes bulge, and I suddenly regret doing this in front of a mirror. The clock ticking like a time bomb doesn't help. It seems like your life does flash before your eyes when you're about to die.

But, before I know it, darkness floods my eyes, and then all there is is light.

~ Ashton's POV ~

He has an e.rection. He has an e.rection when we find him, in his bathroom, a gold stud beanie on his head and e.rection in hand.

Who the fuck has an e,rection while dying?

I can't hold in the tears anymore, but Michael is there to hold me in his arms.

"His last words to me were, 'Now get out of my room', Michael." I'm sobbing and Michael is wiping his tears, too. But goddamn it, I can't take my eyes off of his enormous pe.nis. Even dead, he looks hot as fuck. I was never even able to get any of that.

I won't be able to get anything now.

Because he's gone.

"Dude, he left a note." Michael says.

"What?!!" I grab the paper and I scan the paper.

I'm coming, Snoop. Wait for me.

Heyy guys! So finally, WWBU has ended. I know, sad. We had originally meant this to be a oneshot, but one thing turned into another, and we had this baby of a story! Don't worry, loyal fans, there is more to come! A lot more! And we will also be making a non-rappers fanfiction, with a girl named Flo, so that's coming up too! Don't forget to follow us on twitter @Be patient, we love all of you XOX - Kariberry and Chlothes <3