You are (Y/N)! You've moved to this town and are friends with this mysterious boy across the street from your house, what would happen? What will happen to YOU?
I'm still working on the basil book btw, the reader is female btw. (Sorry)
(time skip to the day of the funeral, cuz why not) June 11th, 2003 My grandpa woke me up to start to get ready for my Father's funeral. Today at school was supposed to be the last day, I'd rather be there than here, Chicago Illinois. Before we were going to get ready they brought our breakfast up, it was really good.
I then brushed my teeth, took a shower and changed into my funeral clothes.
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To be honest, I don't really know why I have to go to this funeral. I literally don't, my father brings me ... unwanted memories. And I'm not going to mourn, I know that. But I guess I do have to go since it's my Grandma and Grandpa's son. I just had to wait until my grandparents were done getting ready. 10/10 hotel though.
At the funeral This surprises me, a bunch of people mourning. I overhear a conversation. "I know it must be hard for Samuel's family, may God bless you and your children." A woman said, Samuel is my father's name. I saw who the woman was talking to. Which I assume my stepmother and his other children. His children are a boy and a girl, one looks like he's 8 and the other probably 4. They all look miserable but grew up healthy. But my stepmother noticed me and looked surprised. She had never even seen me.
Some time later, people start to give speeches about him, saying how much of a good person he is, ect. A lot of people start to tear up, so do I. But not for the reason people think, not that reason. I'm sad that people never knew the true him. I start to feel a lot of emotions at one time and excuse myself to go outside. But when I exited out, I didn't realize someone was watching me.
2 minutes later, I hear the door open. It's my step mother. "Hey, you're Y/N, right?" "Yes.." "I've heard a bunch about you, I'm your step mother. Sorry for meeting you at the wrong place." She says as we shake hands. "Listen, I know you see your father as an evil man, but trust me, he's a changed ma-" "No.. I think know my father, he hasn't CHANGED at all. I grew up with him for 10 years!" "Look, him changing how he acts does not change the fact that he abused me, if he would've fully changed I'd think he apologize to me! He never did." There was silence after that, I went back inside and I heard my stepmom start to cry. I didn't look back. I just wanted to go home to be honest.
Day later, back in FARAWAY TOWN I'm hanging out with Sunny, mostly I was the one talking. "So my grandparents go up to me and say, 'We're signing you up for therapy.' And I'm like 'Why? I thought you said therapy was for crazy people.' So now, I don't know if they're labeling me as crazy, or they changed their mind about therapy. I don't even know when my appointment is." I say. "Enough talking about me, wanna go out for a while?" I ask, he nods his head no. "Your hair is bothering me." I say, as I look at his hair again. "It's messy." "Do you mind if I brush it?" After I said that, his face went pink. I found it quite cute, actually. "Aww, is that a yes or no?" "Yes .." "Great, I'll get a brush from your room." I stand up from the couch and go to his room.
As looking for a brush, I noticed a notebook. Out of curiosity I opened it. And....uh, I honestly don't know how to explain it. Let's just say, he really used a lot of red crayon and there's a girl unhooking her bra. (Remember the sketch book from white space? Let's pretend he actually drew the stuff on there in the real-world after Mari's death, shall we?) Going to pretend I never seen that, nor touched it.
After getting a hairbrush and going downstairs, then washing my hands I made Sunny sit on the couch instead of him standing up and I started to brush is hair. As brushing, I noticed his hands were starting to fidget and he was shaking a little bit. "Sunny? Are you okay?" I asked calmly. "Y-yes.." he stuttered, I found it cute when he did that, to be honest. Okay, done brushing his hair! I put the brush down on the coffee table and sat next to him. "So what do you want to watch?" I ask, before I look at him. He's really red.
