Hiding behind a trash can, the male waited for a couple officers to walk down the sidewalk.

When it was deemed clear, he ran to a dark alleyway with his back pressed against the cold brick wall.

After a couple seconds he peered out the alleyway and saw it was yet again clear.

The male trudged along the sidewalk, eyeing his surroundings as he slid his orange tinted goggles that always sat on top his head over his eyes.

A couple street lights flicker in the distance, the orangeish light illuminating the path he walked.

Goosebumps slightly raised on the male's skin when the night breeze blew and brushed against him gently.

He picked up the pace when he heard the siren of a cop car that was probably in the next street over.

He ran into the familiar apartment complex and ran up the stairs till he reached the 2nd floor and door 19.

Running from the coppers is something new to him since he's mostly feared around those parts.

He was practically untouchable.

In some aspects anyway.

The brunet twist the door handle, praying it was unlocked.

"Yes!" He whisper shouted to himself when he heard a click signaling it was indeed open. When he opened the door he quickly closed it quietly, cringing at every small sound he made.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, he turned around and immediately backed up against the door.

His h/c haired girl stood before him with his shirt on, arms folded and not to mention the pissed off experience her face held.

It scared him straight.

- 1 HOUR EARLIER -

Y/n had just finished a shower, she wanted nothing but to lay on her couch, curl up in a blanket and watch TV.

The girl did her nightly routine and wore one of Matt's shirt she snagged a while back.

It even smelled like him

Walking out into her living room, she quickly put on the TV for some light background noise and walked away to find a hair brush.

Whilst looking for it, she couldn't help but listen to the TV which was on a news channel.

"Two days ago the Rontly building sudden caught on a raging fire, burning to ashes to the ground. Authorities say this might have been deliberately done due to the controversy between William Rontly and the famous Mihael Keehl and Mail Jeevas"

Upon hearing those names she practically scrambled to the couch and turned up the volume.

"The owner of the Rontly building also had controversy with a lot of gangs including the Calerna gang and the Yotel gang. There is minimal evidence to prove this however."

"Oh, hell naw." Steam practically radiated off the female when she heard this.

Stomping to the front door, Y/n waited for the idiot's arrival slowly and patiently.

And he did.

He entered, closed the door and made eye contact in which he backed up against the door with a terrified look on his face.

Matt reeked of smoke and black patches which was presumingly ashes and dirt was on his shirt and jeans.

His hair was noticeably dirty and tussled about messily.

With a glare thrown to him, he gulped.

"Couch."

Immediately Matt ran to the couch and sat. Y/n came into view and started walking up and down when she began to talk.

"I get you have your shit to do, trust me Matt I really do but I'd draw the line where you don't text me for 3 fucking days."

As Y/n spoke her voice got harsher and louder whilst still pacing up and down.

"All you had to do was let me know you were at least alive, for crying out loud! Payphones exist for a reason, did you know that?!"

"I-"

"Shut up!" She yelled, making Matt tuck his lips between his teeth, "I have been worried sick over your ass!"

Y/n then stopped to look at Matt which made him a bit scared, more than he was before.

"Did you or did you not burn that building down?"

It was a simple question, one he was afraid to answer. Afraid to answer out loud anyway so he nodded slightly.

The females dragged a hand down the length of her face and started pacing again.

"Now you have to stay here until this whole thing dies down. They know you and Mello were involved so could they arrest you?- wait no, I don't think they can."

Y/n went about worrying as she does whilst the brunet desperately wanted to speak but he knew better than that.

Matt actually liked it when he's scolded by his girl. She's just so cute when she's angry and riled up.

Just then a couple knocks were heard on her front door. "Police!"

The girl's eyes widen as Matt sat there unbothered.

"Hide!" Y/n whisper shouted at him.

"Its ok-"

"Finish that and I'll kill you."

"Police!" The knocking continuing as she made a beeline for the door, looking back to make sure Matt was gone.

Y/n inhaled before opening it, "Hi officers, what can I do ya for?"

Two male police officers stood before her, one was a brunet while the other was bald. They both portrayed tired expressions.

Like they've been working for days straight. Bags were prominent under the two's eyes which made Y/n frown.

"Good night miss, we apologize for the intrusion but are you in relations with Mail or Mihael?" One spoke.

The officer with soft curly brown hair wore a soft smile whilst the other was struggling to keep his eyes open.

The brunet seemed to be around her age.

"I know of them." Y/n nodded, "I see them now and again and talk to them as they own the club I work at."

"Oh? Well, have you seen them recently?" The same officer asked, his eyes roamed around behind the female, looking into her apartment.

"I haven't actually." Y/n lied through her teeth, "If I see them though I'll tell them to stop by the station."

"Can you please?" The officer breathlessly laughed, "We just need them for questioning."

Y/n laugh and waved them off, "I thought you were gonna arrest them."

"We can't" the other officer said gruffly, "They have officers and judges on their payroll, they won't even get a slap on the wrists."

The girl's eyebrows shot up with the information. Y/n wouldn't be lying if she wasn't relieved.

"You can't help that." Y/n shook her head, "At least you guys are doing your job." Then she leaned in to whisper, "Some officers hardly do that."

The brunet chuckled at the girl and nodded "Thank you ma'am."

"Lovely apartment you have." He added.

The h/c haired girl folded her arms, "You've been eyeing down my apartment since I opened the door, I'm beginning to think that's why you're talking to me." she teased playfully.

The male chuckled again and placed a hand on the door frame, "Must be crazy to think that's the only reason I'm talking to you."

Heat rose to her cheeks as her head turned to the side to prevent him from seeing.

But of course he saw and smiled at the sight.

"Russell." His partner called from beside him, "We gotta go man."

Y/n cleared her throat and looked back at the two who were already staring at her.

"I'll see you around, Mr. Russell." She addressed with a smile then looked to the other officer and squinted her eyes to see his name of his name tag, " And Mr. Monroe."

Monroe left with a firm nod and Russell with a wave which she followed suit.

"Oh and officers?"

The two stopped midway in the hallway to look back at the female.

"Get some sleep, yeah?" Her hands on the door and smile lingered until she turned around to meet Matt with his arms folded.

"What?"

"Flirting? Really?" Matt questioned, "Not to mention officer pretty boy had a terrible flirting game." He huffed.

Y/n left to get a towel and throw it at him, "Shower."

He realized she was still mad and frowned as he trudged to the bathroom with his head down, like a kid that just scolded by his mother.

When he was done, he came out with a black vest on with a pair of sweats.

It was weird seeing him in other clothes than his signature striped shirt and jeans.

He sat beside the girl on the couch who was watching a movie with her feet propped up on the coffee table.

"Stop staring."

"Can't help it."

"Then stare off as I walk away." Y/n said as she stood with intentions of heading to the bedroom.

Matt grabbed her wrists causing her to stop.

"Look, I'm sorry. I really am." Y/n listened to his apology as he continued, "I was wrong. I just didn't want anything pointing to you hence why I didn't reach out to you."

Y/n looked to the side and exhaled. She couldn't stay mad at him forever, almost like it was physically and mentally impossible.

"I know you're not ready to forgive me so I'll stay out here."

Matt let go and placed a kiss on her temple before turning away to walk back to the couch.

Expecting the female to head straight for the bedroom, he didn't expect her to hold onto the pocket of his sweats, stopping him immediately.

Before he could turn around, a pair of arms snaked around his torso and her face nuzzled into his back.

He was taken back by the action and lightly blushed at it.

The brunet stayed there for a couple seconds before turning around in her grip and embracing her.

Placing a kiss on her lips, he placed another her forehead.

"I'm really sorry, sweetheart."

"It's okay." She mumbled into his chest, Matt slightly stroked her hair as she added, "Maybe I over reacted."

"No you didn't." Matt reassured, "Wanna watch a movie?"

When Y/n nodded, Matt laid on the couch and pulled his girlfriend on top of him. He wrapped his arm around her as the other scrolled through looking for a movie.

As he found one, both his arms snaked around her with a slight squeeze and a kiss on top her head.

In using the brunet's chest as a pillow, she listen to his heartbeat in which sooth her which eventually lulled her to sleep.