Without Him || FNF angst (Pico/BF/GF) poly

GF's Story

Typically, at a funeral, the front row of seats is reserved for family and pallbearers. By law, GF was neither of those things, yet she sat beside BF's mother, father, and sister. The family knew GF well; they could see how much BF adored her, thus she had their respect. Pico also sat among them. Originally, he was supposed to be a pallbearer, but he got too drunk to help carry the coffin to GF's embarrassment. 
Behind them were dozens of chairs. While planning, GF and Pico had absolutely no idea how many people would show up. The duo accounted for family and friends, but what about fans?

 It was well past midnight, and the hip-hop stars were still up in the dining room, trying to scheme a successful funeral for their boyfriend. No sound escaped either of the singer's lips, they just hunched over the table, trying to think. "Should fans even be allowed at the funeral?" Pico asked his girlfriend, breaking the heavy silence. GF thought for a moment, then shook her head back and forth slowly. 
"I love them, but..." Stiffly, she leaned back in her seat. "too much could go wrong." She grabbed her arms and hugged herself, gently tucking her chin. Pico nodded in agreement and quickly typed something on his MacBook. Then, he turned the device so GF could see the screen, picturing a beautiful, modern hotel. 
"How about here?" Pico asked, pointing at the building. "The website says we can rent the conference hall. Maybe we could hold the funeral there?" BF was an atheist, so leaving the funeral in a church's hands was a big "no" from the duo. 
Unmoving, GF squinted at the screen."Looks nice," She admitted, "How are the hotel's reviews? Maybe we can buy his family a suite for a few days since they're coming all the way from Philly." 

BF's casket was carried into the conference hall by eight men, two of which GF had met before. There was BF's father, who kindly took Pico's place and GF's own father. The unfamiliar men were BF's cousins and uncles, who GF reached out to via email. Carrying the coffin on their shoulders, they strolled down the aisle. Once they reached the top of the conference hall, they placed the casket on the catafalque and took their seats. 
From there, the funeral was pretty normal. No pastor was there to speak of BF's faith, for BF had no faith. Instead, the guests took turns telling stories about him. 
The first person to speak was BF's older sister, Miku. She told what it was like growing up beside the boy, how caring he was, how he always loved music. "We would sing together." Miku explained, "He was so good. He didn't know a thing about music theory though." she chuckled, and the other guests began to crack up as well. GF and Pico nodded in agreement; BF barely knew what a cord was, he just knew what sounds he liked. "I miss my little brother." Miku sighed, and the guests choked their laughter. Promptly, the girl traveled to her chair beside her mother and sat, opening up the floor to anyone. 

A few others spoke before GF decided it was her turn. She rose from her seat and walked to the top of the room, standing beside BF's casket. Only up close could she see the catafalque was decorated with a variety of flowers, mainly lilies. She took notice of the other flowers, donated by fans, which sat behind the casket in large bouquets. They were also lilies. GF let out a long sigh and began to tell her story. 
"BF and I met in the park." A smile broke out on the girl's face as she remembered. "It had just rained, in fact, the sky was still dark." She explained, setting the scene. "Against my parents' wishes, I decided that I was going to try out my new rollerskates." GF paused, "Without a helmet or knee pads. Not smart, I know. I thought I was invincible or something." A few guests cringed, seeing where this story was heading. "I was actually doing pretty good- or I thought I was. I got myself all the way through downtown and ended up in Penn Park. Skating on the park trail was much easier than the busy-city sidewalks, so I was really going. I think I mentioned this already, but it had rained, hard, and I could barely see. I ended up tripping on some fallen branches, flying forward, and busting my knees open.
"And this boy..." GF scoffed, maintaining her somber smile. "he had these big, red, headphones on- he saw me totally eat it from afar. He ran over to make sure I was okay, gosh, I was so flustered I forgot I had gashes on my knees. He walked me over to his car, insisting I was hurt. I played it off like nothing was wrong even though there was blood spilling into my socks. When we got to his car, panic started to sink in. It hadn't occurred to me that I was in a potentially dangerous situation; just so we're clear, following a stranger to their car is never a good idea- I could have gotten kidnapped or something.  Luckily, BF was a kind soul. He didn't ask me to get into his car or anything like that, he just unlocked his Buick, opened the door, and dug around in the glove compartment. He pulled out this goofy-looking fanny pack, it was red with the Adidas logo on it. Then he locked up his car and walked me over to a nearby bench. 
"He helped me sit down and quickly unzipped his fanny pack. Turns out he kept first aid supplies in there. He tended to my knees, cleaning the wounds with alcohol, wrapping 'em with medical tape. When he finished, he asked me if I would be able to skate back home. I told him "no", I was pretty shaken up from the fall I took, so he ran to his car and came back with a pair of slides. He said something like, "I know they'll be too big on you, but I don't think you'll trip in these.", and handed them to me. Later I found out the slides were a few years old, so too small to fit him, but they were huge. We had to push the velcro straps to their limits. 
"He also gave me a drawstring bag to put my skates in, then he sent me on my way. I walked through Downtown Phili, looking like I was wearing snowshoes because the slides were so big." A few guests giggled at the thought. "I'm so thankful for that day, even though I ended up needing stitches. Later, I found him on Instagram and we got to talking some more." GF paused for a moment, deep in thought.  
"I miss him so much. I haven't had time to..." GF mumbled, "I want him back." she said under her breath, earning a variety of comments from the guests. 
"Poor girl." She heard somebody say. And GF broke down, full-on crying. Coming to the rescue, Pico rushed to the girl and helped her back to her seat. He wrapped an arm around her, trying his best to be comforting.
GF melted into his touch right away.