Thinking Out Loud

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Blog Entry 14:
I was still reeling from the kiss last night, and the only thing that brought me back to earth was the fact that Ade's funeral was today.

It was raining out, and the thunder and lightning rolled and crashed outside.

Even the sky was crying about Ade.

I slipped on some lace tights and shimmied into a solid black dress. I dusted on some dark, waterproof makeup and slipped on the red pumps Ade gave me for my birthday.

I decided to show up to the funeral an hour early so I could pay my respects in advance and be there for John and Mr. and Mrs. Crue. I texted Chris that I was leaving. I smiled at his reply because he was in his way to. John probably invited him to the family and close friends pre-ceremony. The Crues knew a lot of kids from the school would be coming so they invited all the close friends and family early.

I plugged the directions to Thorne Mortuary into my GPS.

I had spoken with the funeral director, Elizabeth, to make sure everything was the way Ade would want. My Chemical Romance would be playing alongside a slideshow that I made with her a while back. I also talked her mom out of burying her in a pink dress. I got her to dress Ade in her favorite black dress, leather jacket and dark makeup.

I pulled into the funeral home on time and walked into the building.

I stopped dead in my tracks. This was the first time I had seen Ade since the hospital. She looked so different and so cold. I stood there staring, silent tears streaming down my face.

I stood there for what seemed like eternity until 2 arms wrapped around my shoulders. I snapped out of my daze and turned towards Chris who lightly kissed my lips. "Hey beautiful how ya holding up?" he questioned concern lacing his tone as he noticed my tears. "Oh the usual funeral crying except multiply that by 10000000000000000000000 because it's your best friend. You know, the usual." I said quietly sarcasm lacing my response. I never took my eyes off the coffin.

Elizabeth, the funeral director came into the main room where Chris and I were sitting waiting for the preservice to begin.

Elizabeth was a sweet and well versed. She was well organized and knew every detail of today's events. She stored over to us, her honey blonde hair was pinned back with a black flower. She was wearing a black blazer and black slacks with a red dress shirt. She had a blue bracelet on but I could see little ink drawings on her wrist. I smiled and gave her a hug.

She stood awkwardly but then gave in and hugged back. "Hi Elizabeth! Need any help?" I asked cheerier than I actually felt. "Yes that's why I'm here. If it's not too much trouble, do you mind setting out some of these flowers? So many people sent flowers, and I don't know where to put them," she breathed out clearly stressed. "Yeah of course! Come on Chris. You have nothing to worry about Elizabeth," "Thanks," with that she strode away lifting her iPhone to her ear to take care of more preparations.

Chris and I lifted flowers until the service started, arranging them in neat clumps.

We took our seats in the front row. I sat next to Mrs. Crue and Chris took the seat next to me and John took the seat next to him.

I stared up a the casket fresh tears already pouring down my face. Chris's hand was my only life line, and I held on to it for dear life.

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The public service had begun and it was my turn to speak.

I shakily made my way over to the podium.

I looked over at Ade before returning my gaze to the crowd of people. Most were people from my school who came just because she was from their school, and it would look like they cared. I could see right through their lies. The truth is they didn't want to associate with Adeline and only came because everyone else was. The thought made me sick. They had no idea how amazing she was and my speech was going to show them just what they missed.

I cleared my throat and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath, let it out and began "Adeline Delphi Crue was" I paused at my use of the past tense "one of the best people on the face of the planet. She was my best friend and was and is the reason I'm here standing in front of you. She was caring and helpful and always had my best interests at heart. She helped me loosen up and enjoy my life. I could ramble on for ages about her, but I know she'd get bored of me droning on and probably come back from the dead only to get me to stop," I turned toward the casket. "Just one more minute Ade. Adeline Crue was my best friend and no one can replace her. She will forever be in my memory and in my heart. All my love to Mr. and Mrs. Crue and John but especially to Ade because she made the 10 years I knew her the best 10 years of my life. I wish she was here eulogizing me because she could make it memorable like everything else she did," I paused letting out a sob. "Thank you so much for the memories," With that I stepped down from the podium and practically fell into Chris's arms.

He held me while I sobbed as the funeral continued on. I looked up at him, and he smiled at me (as much of a smile as he could manage at a funeral) and placed a light kiss on my lips. I could practically feel the hate radiating my way from the Chris fangirls that showed up to Ade's funeral.

I didn't care. Chris was my new rock, and I was determined to hold on.

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Chris and I decided to drive to the cemetery together since we would be returning for the reception.

We pulled in right after the hearse and began to walk with Mr. and Mrs. Crue over to the burial sight.

Chris held my hand as he chatted with John which was a miracle because he had been silent most of the day probably expressing his grief about his sister in a non physical way which was difficult for him.

We reached the site and the ceremony began.

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According to Ade's wishes (which were recorded in her health class plan your own funeral project), the reception was a blast.

There was a DJ and dancing and it was catered by Chipotle. No one was sad, and I know that's the way Ade would want it to be.

Chris pulled me aside near the end of the reception. I followed him out to the funeral home courtyard (which fun fact was designed by world renowned architect and landscaper Maddie Hoefflin). The stars were shining bright up against the dark sky. "Care to dance?" Chris finally said breaking the silence. "There was dancing inside." I said with a laugh eyeing him skeptically. "Yeah but this has to be private. Come on." "There's no music." I said smirking. He better not be as cliche as I think he is. He smirked as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out his phone and handed me an earbud. "How cliche can you be?" I said with a laugh putting the ear bud in my ear. "Very." he said smirking. After a second of silence "I'll be" started playing in my ear. I love this song. Top 10. He pulled me close to him and we began waltzing off beat. We both were laughing, and I laid my head on his chest.

Sooner than I would have liked the song ended. I looked up at him smiling. "Lindy........" he paused "will you be my girlfriend?" He asked smiling, his bad boy exterior crumbling revealing the tender, caring sweetheart that I fell in love with. "Of course." I said tears of joy pricking up at the corner of my eye. I kissed him, and I could feel his smile as he kissed me back.

Soon Thinking out Loud by Ed Sheeran was playing in my ears. We pulled apart and Chris smiled at me singing the lyrics. He obviously practiced because he didn't sound horrible. I smile and kissed him when he sang kiss me under the light of a thousand stars.

The thousands of stars were the only light. I don't know to this day how long we were out there but every moment was heaven.

Chris pulled me to him, and I drank in every moment. Oh Chris.

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