Matthias (on hold T^T)

This chapter is dedicated to theskyaboveus for making the cover! Thanks! <3

 **Matt's POV**

"This better be worth the money you made me spend on it!" I snap, slapping Devin in the back of the head as we make our way up the stairs of our new apartment complex.

"It is! I swear." He assures while rubbing the spot on his head where I'd hit him.

I shrug as he stops at a green door and pulls out a key, "I guess anywhere is better than staying at your house anymore." I smile positively.

He looks at me and pretends to be sincerely hurt. "I can't be that bad."

He pushes the door open and we are hit with the stuffy air coming out of the room.

"You're right." I say making my way to the air conditioner. Devin smiles. "You're worse. In fact you're the worst roommate I've ever had. You snore and talk in your sleep. Plus, the couch in your room is really uncomfortable."

He scoffs, "Aren't you nice? Speaking of roommates, have you talked to Adam since you moved out?"

"Nah, he's probably ecstatic to have his own room. I know I am!" I say and walk into the master bedroom of the three bedroom apartment.

"Dibs!" He calls, running past me to belly flop into the mattress.

I laugh and stand in the doorway. "You're so mature."

"You're just made I called it first," he taunted and laughed as I stuck my tongue out at him. "Who's immature now?"

"In all seriousness," I say, but I'm still laughing so it doesn't come out as very serious. "I think this room needs to be the nursery. I mean, the nursery has to fit all the needs of three babies."

"Oh, alright." He says disappointed.

I smile at him and walk out of the room. "Come on, let's go get the sheets and stuff."

We walk out of the room and push each other around as we make our way down to his car. We were just having fun and being boys. Sadness hit me as I realize this will be one of the last chances we get.

Devin pops the trunk and pulls out a SpaceBag full of quilts and blankets. I stoop to get the tub that holds the full sized sheets and three sets of sheets that will fit the cribs Devin's mother ordered for us. We walk back to our apartment, goofing off less this time.

"Did you get that job at McDonald's?" I ask Devin.

"Yeah. That and your job should pay the rent for this place. No doubt we'll get food stamps, so we have no reason to worry about groceries."

"That's one thing I've never learned about you."

"What is?" He seemed confused.

"Can you cook?"

He laughed at my random question and nodded. "Can you?" He countered.

"Not on your life." I answer quietly.

"That's okay, Matt. I'll teach you!"

We make it back to our apartment, through the bags down, and make our way back down to get the clothes and cleaning supplies we brought for the weekends.

"We really have to clean this whole apartment by ourselves?" I ask. Lazy, I know, but aren't we all?

"Yes, we do. And we have to start with the nursery so we can put the cribs together when they get here tomorrow.

Ugh, too much work!

**Devin's POV**

I watch Matt as he turns away from me, taking his clothes to his new bedroom. I walk to mine, which is right across from his.

I should be happy to be living with my best friend for the next few years, but I'm really not. This can't possibly go well. How are you supposed to live with the person you're in live with, and not give away your feelings? I don't know, but I'm about to give it one helluva try.

"Devin, this apartment has rats!" I hear him scream from across the hall. I walk through the door of his bedroom and see him standing on the bare mattress pointing at the opposite wall.

I look to where he's pointing and see a great big fake mouse. I laugh and walk over to it.

"What are you doing?!" He yells as I stoop to pick it up.

"Matt, calm down! It's fake." I wave it around in front of his face as proof.

"Why would it be here?"

"I don't know," I shrug. "Maybe whoever lived here before us thought it would freak someone out."

"Well, they were right!" He jerked the toy out of my hand and threw it into my room through the open doors. "Punks." He mumbled.

I smiled at him, "Come one, lets go clean the kitchen then order some pizza."

He jumps off the bed and runs out of the room toward the small kitchen. "PIZZA!"