Death Cast does not call Mateo Torrez and Rufus Emeterio today because they were supposed to die yesterday.

Mateo knew something was up the moment he took a bite of the French Toast on the morning of September 5, 2017. He knew something was off when he crawled out of the safe space on the bed to go and turn on the oven. He knew he was safe when he felt two strong arms pulling him from the extreme heat. However, panic filled him as he felt the air suddenly grow to nothing. He could hear Rufus muffledly screaming and crying. Something was wrong, something was terribly wrong. He tried to move, he was kicking and yelling out, but he couldn't see anything. His glasses. The fire must've melted them. There was a loud rustle, then the air was back once again, along with the bright light of the moon, which was quickly followed by a blast of pain throughout his entire body. He survived. He cheated death. Rufus was there, sobbing as he hugged the life out of Mateo, who deposite hurting badly, did not push him away. He embraced this, almost like a small victory. His head ached, his muscles ached, the burns that covered his skin ached the most, though. But he was alive. He was alive and so was the love of his life, his dearest and "Last Friend", Rufus. No, not a friend. His soulmate. His boyfriend. His lover. He was not his best friend. He was something far more than that. The Plutos were his best friends, Mateo, was his world. And Rufus was Mateo's world. And they had each other. And would always have each other. They cheated death. They proved Death-Cast wrong. Or so they think. There's still two hours until midnight. Two hours until one of them could die. They were on their way to the hospital, both of them on hospital beds hooked up to oxygen and breathing steadily as they held each other's hands. They were doing it. They were cheating death. They were going to live. They were going to live and they were going to be the d*mn godparents Penny could ever have. They would always be there for Penny. And they'd be there for Lidia. For Tagoe. For Aimee. For Malcolm. For Mr. Torrez.

I'm sure this has been done before but this is what I think would have happened if Mateo and Rufus didn't die at the end. Based off the book "They Both Die At The End" By Adam Silvera Mateo and Rufus playlist- https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3JUjczTD90swSJwPiOTjzH?si=MGMjhs98T8GW40MlpVxSVg

A fanfic of the happier ending to Adam Silvera's phenomenal book, They Both Die At The End.