The bad boy (Taylor Caniff fan fic)

Funeral

Taylor's POV:

I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about that one person that hasn't been out of my head since she died a week ago.

Her funerals today and I didn't know if I wanted to go, I just wanted to lay in my bed and stare at the ceiling.

That dream, that dream has been stuck in my head for the last week.

It's killing me, was that her goodbye?

I just wanted to fall asleep and never wake up.

I was awoken out of my deep daze of thoughts when there was knock on my door, I was about to tell them to come in when the door burst open slamming against the wall.

There stood all the boys in tuxes, a sad look on their face.

"Come on Tay, you can't sit there forever. Its her funeral is today and you'll regret it if you don't come." JJ says slapping my back gently.

I shake my head as I lay back in my bed.

"Everyone out," Cameron demanded, a few tried to protest but Cam shot them a stern glance that made them shut up immediately.

"Look man, I know you are hurting but so are we, most of them don't even know who she was but they are still hurting because you are. You need to man up and get over this haze. I know you are sad but what you are doing isn't healthy, whens the last time you ate?" He pauses for a moment but no long enough for me to answer before he starts again,"This isn't what Riley would have wanted and you know it."

He walks out of my room, leaving me thinking on my bed.

He's right, this isn't what Riley would have wanted but neither was dying.

Why couldn't I have died instead of her?

I really do wish that I could trade her places, she could still be here breathing, laughing, smiling, being happy, and alive...

I get out of bed, my legs feel like jello as I make my way toward the closet.

I sigh as I pull out my old black tux, a red undershirt..

I look at myself in the mirror and inwardly cringe, so this is what a piece of shit looks like.

I release a sigh, raking my hands through my hair.

Walking out the room, I see the boys huddled in the living room area.

"Lets go," I say softly and they look up at me in surprise.

"Come on boys!" Nash says breaking everyone out of their haze, they all make their way to the car.

The car ride was silent except for the soft sound of music in the background, I stare out the window watching as the scenery disappears as we pass it.

I can feel the guys staring at me as if I could break at any minute, its starting to make me uncomfortable but I just shrug it off and continue to stare out the window.

We pull into the funeral home and see people dressed like us, Vanessa made sure everyone knew the memo, nice clothes to the funeral such as tuxes and dresses. It all had to be black though.

Her reasoning wasn't selfish or depressing, it was what Riley wanted everyone to wear to her wedding.

I stared at the ground following the boys to the first row that Vanessa had reserved for us.

The funeral started and people went up there and gave a speech about how she will be missed and how amazing she was.

I feel someone nudge my side, and see Cameron staring down at me expectantly.

He wanted me to go give a speech...

I nod, hands shaking as I stand up, preparing myself for total embarrassment because I wasn't even planning on coming let a lone giving a speech.

I walk up to the podium and look out at everyone.

"Hi everyone, I am Riley's Boyfriend Taylor, well was." I say softly looking out at everyone as they stare back. Tears in their eyes.

"Riley and I met when our teacher assigned us to be partners, she hated me with everything in her because I wasn't exactly the gentlemen she made me into that's standing before you today. When I saw her I knew there was something special about her, I could never get the courage to talk to her, so I just winked and waved. When we were assigned partners, I took it as my shot to finally talk to her but I never imagined she would be the person that made me change for the better, she was a very amazing girl. I didn't want to come today because I thought it would be to hard but some amazing friends told me that I would regret not coming. I loved Riley, I still do. I probably will never stop but as much as she will be missed, she will not be forgotten. She's looking down at us everyday in heaven where she belongs with all the angels just like her..."

I finish my speech and some people clap while others wipe their tears..

I sit down next to the boys and bury my face in my hands, staying like that for the rest of the funeral.

A/N:

I know I haven't updated in a while so I decided to update again plus the last one was kind of short.. Sorry about that plus I made another chapter because I need to buy some of your forgiveness.. SORRY!

XOXO,

Janet