Y/n's pov:
we've been sitting her for almost 20 minutes now, it looked like leo had to piss really bad. my cat fell asleep in his lap, he was purring only thing creepy about this cat is that he sleeps with his eyes open.

"pssttt, y/n!" leo said while poking my shoulder, i rolled my eyes and answered him. "yes, leo?" he pointed to his lap "can you take this cat off of my lap please? i really have to pee." i grabbed my cat and i couldn't tell if it woke up or not but it just laid comfortably on my lap.

leo got up, when he did mattheo finally took off his headphones and put his phone down. "where exactly do you think you're going?" he sat up straight on his bed and looked leo dead in the eyes.

"to fuck your mom."

"really? so you're fucking her dead corpse?" mattheo replied quickly. i really tried not to laugh because in this situation you don't know if you should laugh or not.

after 2 minutes of pure silence leo spoke up and said "i'm sorry for your lost, but seriously i gotta take a piss." mattheo nodded his head, with that leo ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut and locked it.

"can you two ever get along? i mean cmon, it's like two children fighting over a purple crayon." i asked mattheo. he turned his head over towards me and looked me up and down.

"one, never call me a child again. two, he's a dickhead. you haven't even seen his true colors yet." he chuckled to himself at the ending. what does he mean by that? i've known leo longer than his ass has, unless i'm wrong..

"what do you mean by that?" i asked him

"mean by what? you to never call me a child ever again?" i rolled my eyes at him and shook my head.

"no, dipshit. what do you mean by me not seeing his true colors yet?" he gave me that classic smirk of his, usually when he gives me that smirk he's going to put it into a riddle or something. i get that his last name is riddle but that doesn't give him a right to make everything into a riddle.

"you'll see soon enough, just know he's not all that. he's a king while you're just a pawn to his chess game." he made a gun with his fingers and slowly brought it up to his head. "one wrong move..." he turned his fingers up to make it seem like he shot himself in the head.

okay, now what the hell does he mean by that? that shit makes no sense at all. why can't he just speak like a normal person? sheesh.

"why should i believe you, riddle? you were the one who brought us here and is keeping us captured." he nodded after i was done speaking.

"look, the only reason why i am keeping you two here is because you know too much. if you didn't know anything i would've let you free." i glared at him. i mean i guess that makes sense but why treat us so horribly then? i mean we're basically getting starved and have no access to our friends.

"mhm, like i believe that." i said sarcastically. mattheo shrugged his shoulders "hey, i'm just trying to look out for you. maybe you should double check on those who you think are yours friends." what the hell is he meaning by this? leo wouldn't do anything that bad. i've known him for a long time and he's like a brother to me.. maybe he's just saying this to mess with me.

after all, mattheo only does his silly mind games. he's very hot headed. i'm just going to ignore it for now because i shouldn't be worrying, should i be?

"sup bitches" leo kicked the door open the door came back and slammed him right on the head. mattheo rolled his eyes like he always did, he deserves the most eye rolls trophy. leo reached up to his head and started rubbing the part where the door hit him. "ouch." mattheo sat there confused and started thinking on why he does some things that he does, honestly to be fair, there's a lot of things that leo does that doesn't make any sense to us.

"you know, that wouldn't happen if you weren't so careless." mattheo mumbled and went back on his phone. the blond shot him a glare then pick up the cat that we all know and love. he may be a little shit sometimes but he has a sweet soul, he's just misunderstood. who knows what he has been through in mattheos care.

Dracos pov:
what the hell the leo talking about, what the bloody fuck is a espresso? i just got him a coffee instead, not sure if it's the same thing but it's close enough. i had 4 bags worth of food and drinks in my hands, those two fat cows definitely do have some issues.

the cost came out to be 234, which is ridiculous. we could've just simply went out to eat instead but no they wanted a bunch of junk food. i cant be complaining though, it wasn't my money. it was mattheos money, he's probably going to be very upset with me once he finds out but when isn't he upset? it feels like everyday he's upset. he's a very bipolar man, i thought i had some anger issues but he definitely has more issues then i do.

i mean one time he threw a flower pot at my head because i told him he had a mark on his suit.

i wonder if the reason why he's like that is because of his dad. me and him are similar in a way, i do got to admit. both of our dads are shitheads but his dad definitely has caused a lot of damage on him. i know that because of a ever slight memory i have of him.

•flash back•

the room around us felt very dark. i could sense that he was feeling some hatred and sadness. my father sent me over to his house because voldemort ordered him to send me, since mattheo hasn't eaten anything or left his room for a very long time. voldemort could care less if he died however he knew that his son held something great inside of him that even him cannot handle. he knew that mattheo would become very powerful and maybe even more powerful then him one day.

the whole reason why he killed his childhoods bestfriends family and her because he was getting too attached to her and he could sense that she would become very weak once she got older. he only wanted him to be surrendered around, rich and powerful people. mattheo did not have any time for any love interests, he only had time for working hard to become strong, strong enough to take over the whole world and have a whole army of people underneath his feet. you could even say that voldemort was thoughtful, but in a very wrong way.

draco was tapping his foot up and down on the floor, he was having an emotion that he didn't really know what it was.. was it worried? concerned? happy that this little boy who ruined his whole life? he didn't technically ruin his life, it was his father who ruined it. if maybe his father wasn't so evil and reached out for his own father to join them, maybe he'd still have a normal life? deep down inside of him he knows that he shouldn't be blaming him for everything but for some reason he just has a big hatred towards him, he was always a dickhead towards him.

mattheo looked up from his pillow, his hair was all messy, he had black circles under his eyes and he looked paler than usual. draco almost flinched when he saw him. he looked in his eyes and all he could see is sadness, hatred, guilt and so many other emotions however at the same time he looked so emotionless.

"why are you here?" his voice was so dry, it sounded like he was crying for ages. to be told the truth, he was. he cried until he had no tears left inside of him, all he wanted to do was cry and sleep. he wanted to go back in time and change everything, if he could he would without no hesitation.

draco wanted to give him his honest answer which was because he was force too be there. he didn't want anything to do with him or even be in the same room with this douche, but for some odd reason he couldn't shrug off the fact that he was feeling some sympathy for him.

"to be truthfully honest with you, i'm not sure. however you need to stop wasting your life built up in this damn room, i mean jesus. how could you stand the smell that's in here?" mattheo smashed his head back into his pillow. he knew draco was right but he didn't want to admit such a thing, they both had a hatred towards each other. to answer your questions, it did smell horrific in there. it smelt like dirty socks in his room, his room was dark too. not a single light was on or a window.

"i don't want too. leave me here to die.." he mumbled against his pillow. draco was having enough of his shit, he walked over towards his bed and ripped the covers off of him. mattheo didn't dare to look up, to be fair he couldn't care less. he grabbed him by his ankles and pulled him off of his bed, there was a thud when he landed. mattheo sat up and rubbed his head from where he fell. "seriously? you didn't have to do that assshole." the blond rolled his eyes at him and sat down next to him.

he debated on what to do, he didn't really want to be his therapist but also he couldn't help and feel bad for him. he was fighting his mind on helping him or not but his mind won.

"i understand that you miss her, i deeply do understand but you need to get over it."

"it's easier said then to be done." he looked away while saying that.

"i understand but listen, do you really think she'd want you to be sitting here looking like this?" mattheo turned his head back to face draco. he looked like he was thinking, draco couldn't figure out what he was thinking and nobody will ever know expect for mattheo.

"no, i guess you're right. i cant believe i'm saying this, but thank you. i really do appreciate it." he smiled at draco.

"now don't get all soft on me." mattheo punched his shoulder and draco glared at him.

back to draco's pov:
it's funny how i'm the only one who remembers all of that, it's actually kinda sad. mattheo doesn't remember anything from when he was a kid, he doesn't even remember his childhood friends name or anything really. it might be because his brain is trying to block out of all the traumatic stuff, or perhaps his dad did a spell on him? i'm not really sure and i don't really care.

i should probably open the door now since i've been standing outside of mattheos door for awhile and if anyone saw it would look really weird for my end.

i opened the door and leo was the first one to glance up, his eyes widen and he jumped up and ran towards me. "FOOD!" he yelled, that made y/n's head perk up. leo roughly grabbed the bags from me and ran back towards y/n.

"not even a thanks?" i mumbled as a i rolled my eyes. leo was too busy dumping all the food onto the ground, mattheo sat his phone down and look glared at leo.

"don't even think about eating all of that, some of is was mine too."

"yeah, yeah. don't get your balls twisted."

authors note:
uhm hi, this is awkward remember when i said i wouldn't take this long again? yeah hahaha oops. anyways i hoped you enjoyed, don't get your hopes up for another chapter bc yk im lazy and i have finals next week lmao.

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