Mr. Bad Boy

Part 9

I walked past several graves until I got to my brothers. I placed the flowers on top of his grave. "Hey there." I said, on my knees. "Hey there Spencer. Feels weird now. I remember the time we spent together. All those drives, we had a million questions about our lives. I remember the days we spent together. I wish you were here with me, tonight." A tear slipped out of my eye and rolled down my cheek.

"... it's great talking to you. You were always the one who understood me." I heard a voice behind me say. I looked back, and two rows back, someone was there. I got up, and walked over there. It was him. Down on his knees, holding white flowers, messy brown hair. It was Peter.

I stood there and watched him, but he didn't notice me. "It's just so weird. You aren't here anymore. You know I'm truly sorry right? You know it hurts sometimes, not having you here. I remember, picking on you in front in the cafeteria. But at home, no one could separate us. Where ever we went, we went together. I just... I just wish, you could have came with me here too." A tear rolled down his cheek. "It's just so hard coming here. But don't worry Jackie, I'll be back, soon." He said, then got up. He took a step, then noticed me.

"What, what are you doing here?" Peter asked me quietly.

"I-I saw you were. So I walked, over." I managed to get out. "Wha--" I tried to ask him something, but he just walked away, and left.

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I stood outside of Peter's front door with my family. I was wearing a blue dress, with white poca dots.

My mother said they invited us for dinner, because Peter's elder sister was coming home. Paige. Her name's Paige.

The door opened, and we were greeted with a big smile. Peter's mother greeted everyone with hugs. "Haven't seen you in a while." She said to me. I simply nodded. I walked over into the living room, and sat down on the couch across my parents.

"Hi there. It's great to  meet you." A girl in a red dress said, walking into the room. "I'm Paige. Daughter of my mother, sister of Peter." Paige said, hugging my mother, and shaking my fathers hand. She came over, and sat down beside me. Oh god, this is going to be awkward.

"Hey. Bethany right?" Paige asked me. I nodded. "Can I tell you something?" Paige asked me. I nodded again. "You, are gorgeous." I could feel my cheeks turning red.

"Thanks. But I'm nothing, compared to you." I replied to her. She chuckled, moving her blonde hair out of her face.

"Shall we begin dinner then?" Ms.Parker asked.

We got up and made our way to the kitchen. It was a six-seater.

Paige and Ms.Parker sat at the two ends of the table. My mother sat beside Ms.Parker, and my father sat across my mother. I sat down beside my mother. When Peter came down to the kitchen, he sat across me. I was going to cry, but then I thought to myself, where else would he sit, on the floor?

I swear, I saw Peter stealing glances at me, but I wasn't so sure. I wouldn't look up from my food.

"Mom. This is delicious." Paige said to her mother.

"Truly is." My mother added. It's a good thing it was vegetarian. Or else, I would be the freak not eating. The garlic pepper seitan was amazing. All I could think about was how much Spencer would have loved this.

After I finished my meal, I was looking for the bathroom to wash my hands. But I clearly had trouble finding it. I walked into a somewhat small room. In the room, a big picture hung.

There was Ms.Parker and a man who stood beside her. Probably Mr.Parker. Peter sat on a chair, beside a girl who looked his age. She had brown hair, that was a bit above her elbows. Derek stood beside Peter. Think of it now, the man may be Derek's father. They look more alike. Between Peter's and the other girls faces, it was Paige. Her hands rested on their shoulders. They all looked happy.