No Place Like Home | Solby ✔️

(5) Funeral

Sam woke up first that morning. His shoulder was killing him from sleeping on that glorified wood table.

He sat up and rolled his arms and stood up, looking around for Colby. His head was pounding from the natural light and the side pains didn't help.

He spotted Colby on the ground next to him, snoring away. He crouched down and shook Colby awake.

"Colbs.." He said, shaking him. He didn't want to get any louder, causing both of their headaches to take them out.

Eventually, after what felt like forever, Colby woke up. He looked at Sam and looked around, barely remembering what happened last night. He sat up, but couldn't stand like Sam.

"Ugh.. fuck.. I can't get up," Colby said quietly.

"Yeah, it's probably cause you drank a half a bottle of straight 80% proof Vodka by yourself," Sam whispered.

"What're you talking about? It wasn't even a quarter," Colby said.

"Whatever, it was too much, however much it was," Sam said, getting up and getting some tolynol and water, bringing them both a glass and a pill. He made sure Colby took the pills safely, and then took the other two himself, and downed the water.

Colby did the same, and they called Colby's father for the information about the Funeral. They wanted to have it at night, around 12, so they still had time to get rid of this raging hangover. His father sounded tired.

They thanked him and Sam went to go edit the video they made yesterday.

Meanwhile, Colby called his family members and noted how many were coming to the funeral as a favor to his dad-- he'd done all of the decoration and placement planning, while Colby did all the guest planning.

Sam didn't do much editing to the video, but it still took him a while. Plus, he added a description with some links that he had to copy and paste again, so that took a while.

He was almost finished, he just had to save a duplicate into his computer and he was done.

He almost didn't hear the door opening and closing behind him, but he didn't have the chance to look as arms snaked around his body that sent absolute butterflies in his stomach. He looked up and saw Colby looking down at him.

"I'm almost done, I just need to upload this to YouTube," Sam smiled, and did just that.

Once he finished, he looked back up at Colby who smiled at him.

"Thank you for what you said yesterday.. before we got drunk," Colby chuckled. Sam smiled.

"I was just being honest," Sam had noticed how touchy the both of them were, but he didn't mind one bit. He figured it was because Colby lost his mother, and he almost lost him that they were just scared they would loose each other, but he wasn't going to ask questions.

The two eventually got rid of their headaches and were watching light-hearted pranks that reminded them of the trap house before the alarm went off.

It was time to get ready to go to the funeral. Colby picked up his phone and turned off the alarm with a somber expression. Sam smiled sadly.

"I guess we gotta get ready," Sam said. Getting up and getting their suits and shoes and whatnot, they got into the car, playing some soft music.

The last thing Colby wanted to do was see his mother dead in a casket, speaking and comforting those in the audience while being on the brink of tears himself, but he was going to do it. For his mother.

They arrived shortly to the small, humble funeral home, and walked in.

His eyes were glued to the floor, not wanting to look his other family in the eyes. He felt someone grab his hand, and he almost jerked back before he realized it was only Sam.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm right by your side if you need me," Sam said. I looked at him and nodded, looking up at the ceiling and taking a deep breath. He held the tears back as they sat behind the closed casket, facing toward the various benches placed for other guests.

Colby's heart was pounding. Maybe it was fear, maybe it was sadness, maybe it was nervous-- or maybe it was all of them. He didn't know.

He clinged onto the feeling of Sam's hand. He tightened his grip on his friend and focused on people flooding the room, most of them in tears, but some of the kids didn't know what was going on. Some of his famiky didnt even cry, and instead looked annoyed to be attending. Colby decided to focus on the kids doing strange things that made him smile.

Sam seemed to be doing the same thing, watching this kid trip on the way in. They both looked at each other and laughed softly, still holding hands.

The music started, creating a melancholy mood. It was something of an organ or a piano, Colby wasn't sure exactly.

The music faded eerily, and his father went up to the stand with a microphone and treated this funeral like a boring presentation.

He always hated that about his father. He was a very assertive man, who wasn't easily impressed-- the typical, up-straight buissnessman. Listening to his emotionless tone boiled his blood, but he couldn't say anything. He couldn't do anything.

His father finally stepped down, and Colby stood up, letting go of Sam's hand.

He walked up to the stand.

"We have lost a very important member of this family," He said, his voice showing much more sympathy for the crowd.

"She was a kind, thoughtful woman that wore her heart on her sleeve. She helped her family whenever she could, and we will forever remember her as that same sweet woman with all good intentions. She was proud to be apart of this family," He began tearing up, "and I know this news wasn't easy for those who knew her. All we can do is pray She is dancing with the angels, rest in peice mom," He said, stepping down. There were sad claps and more sobs among the crowd as the casket was opened, and people began to pay their respects.

Sam stood up and embraced the other in a hug. Both of them were crying now, holding onto each other.

"It's gonna be okay, Colby, alright? You did good," Sam said between sobs.

Colby nodded, and they held each other for a while.

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