Sell Me Out (a 5SOS Fanfic)

13: Old Friends, A Funeral and An Emotional Day

JADE'S POV

Sunday and Monday flew by way too fast. I was having so much fun, the first time I've been completely content and happy for a while. Luke and I texted each other all day on Sunday. We both had homework so we decided to just text instead of meet up. The smallest thing he says just makes me laugh for hours. I hate missing that feeling. I guess all of these good things have been distracting me from the way Jackson has been acting. Ever since that day at the field he's been weird. We're normally so open with each other but he's been kind of distant lately. There's not really any proof though, he's just being short with me. Besides that, I've had a pretty good time throughout the last few days. But today is Heather's funeral. Tuesday the 12th of May, 2015. The sick feeling came back this morning, I'm sure it's just because of Heather. I can't stand to think of her being gone, it makes me feel so empty inside and I want to be able to distract myself from that feeling. I'm just not sure how to yet. I make an attempt to actually eat some of my breakfast while I text Zoe and Bree. We're all allowed to have the day off school but I'd rather be going anywhere else apart from this funeral. Tyler's going as well but I have a feeling that the message of our friendship has been received finally.

Group Chat

Me: Hey girlies, what are you guys wearing to the funeral? Xx

Zoe: I'm wearing a short black skirt with a blue lacy shirt.

Bree: I'm wearing a short dark purple dress with a thick black belt.

Me: Otay, I'll think of something.

Zoe: What time do we have to be there again?

Me: 10. I'll see you guys soon xo

Bree: Haha kk

I start to rummage through my wardrobe for something decent to wear. What even is the dress code for funerals?! I find some pale blue jeans, rolled up at the ankles, and chuck them on the end of my bed. I attempt to find my loose grey shirt to go with the jeans. I go through everything in my drawers as there was no sign of it hanging up. Damn, it must be in the dryer. Making my way downstairs, I can hear some muffled talking. I decide against looking for the shirt for now and I make my way over to the voices.

"Jade, someone's here to see you!" my mum yells out, completely clueless that I'm a few steps away from her. I tap her on the shoulder and she jumps, obviously startled.

"Who's here?" I ask her, curiosity burning through me.

"They're waiting in the lounge room for you" she says, giving me a push towards the doorway.

"Mum," I complain "I'm still not dressed for the day yet" I gesture to my body, freaking out.

"Oh hogwash, Jade. You fell asleep in your jeans and tshirt last night anyway. Stayed up too late watching Netflix" my mum warned me.

"Whoops" I reply to her comment with sarcasm. Netflix is my life. I get to the entry of the lounge room, not exactly surprised by who was waiting for me.

MICHAEL'S POV

"Hey" I say shyly as I see her walk into the room.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" she questions me. I have to admit, she has a valid point. I hardly know her anymore but she still interests me.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing and stuff..." I honestly had no idea why I was here.

"Umm...I'm good. I guess. What about you?" she asks politely, boredom almost seeping out of her.

"Look, Hayley. I just wanted to ask you if you're free this weekend. Are you free this weekend?" I nervously laugh.

"Yeah, I'm free. Why, may I ask, do you want to see me this weekend?" she adds, crossing her arms while she circled me. My palms were definitely sweaty by this point. I scratch the back of my head, trying to think of an answer that didn't make me sound like a dumbass.