Love, war, and football

Chapter 38

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Taylor's POV:

This was an eventful christmas. It was fun but then things happened and I'm not quite sure about things anymore. Maybe I'll go talk to my friends today or no wait I have plans today with mom and dad. 

With a slight groan, I got up and out of my comfy bed. "Morning sleepyhead!" My dad called as I staggered into the kitchen to get a drink. 

"Morning," I mumbled and as I turned back to my room with a water bottle in hand, my mom intercepted me.

"Get dressed, we're going out." I raised an eyebrow.

"To where." I knew we had plans but that was about it. Kind of need info here. A sad look crossed her face.

"To see your brother." And this christmas just turned depressing. I nodded and went into my room. I put on some black skinny jeans that had a few tears on the knees, my boots, and I found my black long sleeved shirt that says "My patronus is a '67 Chevy Impala".

Aiden had found it and instantly thought of me and got it for me for christmas. I remember fangirling over it because it was so me. Then I found my red checkered shirt that Aiden had also got me. I threw it on over it and put on some leather bracelets that Aiden got me a long time ago.

Satisfied, I went out and brushed my hair so it looked like a wavy mess to the side then brushed my teeth. Going out I saw my parents in nice casual clothes and we didn't say a word as we walked out to my mom's beetle.

"Uhm, is it okay if I take my car?" I was surprised they didn't put up a fight or ask me about the car. They just told me to stay in their rearview or at least try. I didn't say anything though and just waited for them to pull out first then I followed them.

I haven't seen Aiden's grave since the day of the funeral. I honestly don't even know where he's buried at which is pretty sad. Sighing, I turned the radio on and fall out boys started playing. Ah much better.

I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel and I decided to roll out my windows for the fun of it. My hair whipped and it got annoying, so I threw on a beanie that I had left in the car during a stoplight. It kept my hair out of my face.

Now then, I grinned as I drummed my fingers and put in my rock mix cd. It has everything I like from Fall Out Boys to Aerosmith. I smiled as I remembered when my brother first made this cd and we listened to it in his truck on the way to our grandparents.

Eventually I realized that I was pulling into a cemetery. So I rolled up my window and turned down the music. My parents parked and I had to find a different spot to park in but luckily it wasn't to far away. When I got out they were already walking to a grass path.

Jogging, I ran up to them and quietly walked behind them. However we were silent. I didn't even bother trying to make conversation. On the way here I was thinking of good things but now. It's like I just got slapped in the face with reality.

Sure I have a lot of things going on but none of that matters at this moment. I'll worry about it later. Right now I'm worried about things I should've been worried about.

Why does it feel like I said worry too much? Oh well. After Aiden's...death, I've noticed that mom and dad haven't been as close as they were. I mean I know a child's death affects the parents but still. They just seemed more distant with each other. Now that's something to worry about.

Letting out a soft sigh, I looked up to read the gravestone of the grave we were approaching. "Aiden Reh, beloved son, brother, and nerd." I smirked at the last part. Aiden always said that when he died I better put that he was a nerd on his gravestone and if I don't make sure that happened, he'll haunt me.