[I changed the last part of the last chapter, I switched it to the morning]

Matthews p.o.v

I felt like I was in those movies where I was bring treated like a little boy. I wasnt allowed to be in or near the kitchen when Owen and Tyler talked to Owens dad. Now Tyler was driving me to school, he had carried a sleeping and exgausted looking Owen to their room. Tyler didnt look any better.

"You OK?" I asked when he pulled up to my school, I scanned his face. His eyes were fairly red and puffy. His cheeks were red, and he wasnt dressed for work, "Are you not going to work?"

Tyler slwoly turned to look at me, "No. Im going to spend some time with Owen." I fought the urge to shiver in disgust, I didnt need to know that. "Not like that, smartass." He swatted at the side of my head lightly, "I dont think Owen is up for that now anyway."

I nodded, gripping the door handle, "Tyler, what happened?" I felt like a little kid asking this, but I couldnt help. Curiosity was eating away at me little by little, I gave a innocent shrug of the shoulders, "You know what they say... Curiosity killed the cat." The vehicle went quiet, and Tyler bobbed his mouth open and shut, as if thinking of something to say, "You can tell me anything you know."

"Yah... Owen and I just are not sure about this whole thing. Its pretty... Fucked up." Tyler ran a hand through his hair. "Owen is calling him back later tonight because he called his mother... She didnt pick up." My brows furrowed, what was he saying?

Grandma always answered the phone in the morning when Owen or Tyler would call, or she would call bac right away after if she missed it. I turned in my seat to face Tyler, "What are you trying to say?"

"Owen called Californias hospital and asked if grandma had been submitted, and they confirmed it. But she died two nights ago, having a heart attack."

I could feel my face falling into a frown, and go whiter than it already was under some of my bruises.

"I understand if you dont want to go to school today." Tyler wiped under his nose.

"No... Im fine."

Tyler frowned, "I dont want you to think I dont have enough love for you and Owen equally, because I love you both. And I dont want you to think Id rather comfort Owen over you. If you want to go home, call either of us."

I closed my eyes for a second before nodding my head, pushing the tears back. My grandma...

Opening the car door, I climbed out, giving Tyler a small smile as he drove away. I waited until he turned out of the parking lot before turning around and walking into the school.

Immediatly getting stopped by Tyson.

"Jeremy wants to talk to you today. Just letting you know, he wont stop until he does." I frowned and shrugged my shoulders. I felt so... Void. I couldnt even imagine what Owen was going through. He had just lost his mother. The women that had been with him his whole life. When he was depressed, and hurting. When he was sad and nearly died.

Sure, he had Tyler too, but Tyler wasnt a blood relation. A mom was... A mom.

Just like if I lost one of my dads, I would be devistated, even worse. Ruined.

"Are you alright? You dont look s'well." I shrugged, shutting my locker door.

"Some family issues, its nothing big." I gave him a lazy smile, "Im going to go. Tell Jeremy Im wide open." I let my shoulder slump again.

It wasnt until lunch that everything started to tumble on my body, my shoulders felt sickly heavy, the weight of my bag not helping one bit. My forehead seemed to have this invisible weight on it that made me want to just pass out. My body seemed to be swearing more than usual as well.

"Oh my gosh." I groaned, nearly slamming my head into the locker as I shut it.

Moving away I started walking down the hall to the back of the school. Maybe none of the stoners will be behind the bleachers and I can go and lay down behind them.

My eyes felt oddly drowsy and the sides of my head started to ache.

I left the building, my eyes squinting as the sun beat on my head. I walked passed the empty soccer field, speed walking as kids started to dispense from the school. I jogged up a small hill to behind the bleachers, which was thankfully empty.

Walking to the other end, I threw my bag down and collapsed on it, letting out a grateful sigh. "Thanks the lord." I mumbled to myself, rolling onto my side and letting my arms and legs fall limp.

The urge to just drop dead and sleep was so overwhelming, but I know if I fall asleep there would be a good chance I wouldnt wake up for my two afternoon classes. But I was also to tired to stay awake. The gentle and calming wind not helping so much either. It was just so calm, something I was craving for a bit now.

Then something popped into my head. Owen didnt know what happened to the Night-Quill. I was so tempted to drink it all, maybe chew some Tylenol along with it. I remember as if it was just yesterday that I stood in the bathroom almost wanting to pour the sour liquid in my mouth and take long gulps until there was no more.

But then Owen popped into my head. What if I actually did it and did survive. Owen would of lost me, then his mom. I didnt want to even think about how he would cope. How would Tyler cope?

All the thoughts made my head ache even more to the point that I didnt hear someone sneak up behind me, "Matthew?"

Gasping, I jumped up and let my fist fly, only for it to get caught. I moved my eyes up the torso of the male, to look into his deep blue eyes. "Jeremy." I mumbled.

A small smile spread across his lips, "Hey Matt." It dropped almost instantly, "Whats wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

"You dont look so..." His voice trailed off, "You have bags under your eyes." He reached his hand up to probably caress my cheek but I moved away. Not completely comfortable. "Are you OK?" Shaking my head I pulled out of his grip, I wasnt.

"Jeremy... My grandma died."

"Grandma Abigail?" I nodded my head, a strangled cry left my lips as Jeremy sighed and moved close enough to wrap his arms around me. "Your alright." He whispered, rubbing slow circles on my back, smoothing my hair down.

 I shrugged, was I OK? She was the best grandma ever. I never imagined her dying. She couldnt. She had to stay alive and... And just be there.

"Come on." He pulled me to my feet, and bent down to grab me my bag, "Ill take you home."

"I cant go home." I sighed, "My dads are home, and Tyler..." I trailed off, a blushing raising itself to on my cheeks.

"... Oh." Jeremy coughed awkwardly, "Then we'll go to mine."

Jeremy held my hand in his, not letting me pull away as we walked out from behind the bleachers and through the field. I wasnt sure if he knew we were getting stares by half the kids that were in the field, or if he was oblivious to it all.

"We'll make cookies or something." He turned to smile at me as we started down the school sideway towards the direction of our houses.

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This story is kind of bugging me. Idk.