Happily Ever After.. No (SQ to Not A Regular Girl)

Chapter 23

I was surprised to know that April had left me something in her will. She left me a record, James Taylor Greatest Hits Vol. 1, and a children's book, The Giving Tree. The lawyer told me that April would read the book to Angie every single night she would stay over at her house, even when she was thirteen and fifteen she would read it to her. It's Angie's favorite book. But it bothers my thoughts that she didn't give it to her, because it would probably mean more to her than to me. But I will take care of it as best I can and I will read it as soon as I get home, or maybe in the plane.

I get into the cab and ask for it to take me to the airport. I had come for April's funeral only. I couldn't miss it, even if it meant I would bump into Angie. This is about April not about Angie. Although, I was hoping to see her. She is probably feeling like her world has crumbled, because April was her whole world besides her dad and I. She only has her dad left and I wish I could be with her right now. I don't want us to be back together because it will ruin everything, but I do want us to be together at the moment, I want to hold her as she cries and tell her everything will be alright. But I can't and I won't.

I hope she didn't notice I was looking at her during the whole funeral, as horrible it sounds. I feel terrible for what has happened but I feel even more terrible knowing that Angie is wishing for death so she could reunite with her most favorite person in the whole world. April was her only escape and no it's gone. I would do so much just to hold her and make her feel better, but we all know that will only break her more and I don't want to be the reason for that.

I reach the airport and pay the driver as I come out of the car. I hide my face from the paparazzi and try to ignore their idiotic questions like, "Whose funeral you were at?", "Why did you and Angie break up?", "Is she seeing that other guy?". I wonder how they can be so insensitive. If they know I'm coming back from a funeral they should at least have the decency to respect such thing and my privacy, and wait for some time till I decide if I want to let people know what happened, which I won't do because it's not my place to put April in a display like that. The media doesn't even respect the dead, it's sick.

I head to my flight and find it, finding Scooter and Yael waiting in line as well. Yael is crying into Scooter's chest and he is consoling her, as he whispers some things into her ear and hugs her tightly. I can't help but imagine Angie and I like that, so I shake my head, trying to get rid of those thoughts and approach them, even if it means cutting in line. I don't understand why people get so worked up about it, they are still getting in the plane after all.

"Scooter," I call and they both look up at me. Yael wipes the tears under her eyes and places her hand on her tummy, making a small smile appear on my face. She is pregnant with Scooter's child. She is in her fourth month.

"Oh, Justin, what do you got there?" He points at the book and record causing Yael to frown.

"Don't be so nosy!" Yael sniffles and Scooter hands her a tissue, which he took out from his pocket.

"It's okay. April left me this book and record." I show him and his eyes widen as he looks at them. He takes the record and softly smiles at it. "I remember this record. She used to play it every Sunday after church during her barbecue. Even though I'm Jewish she would always invite my family and I to it. It's a great record. I'm jealous she didn't give it to me." He hands it back to me and I smile.

"Thanks. But I don't understand why she gave this to me. I only dated her granddaughter... and I didn't do a good job with it." I quietly murmur the last part and he lets out a small chuckle.

"I'm starting to think you are the one with amnesia." He chuckles and the attendant girl starts letting people into the plane so we start to move.