Just Wanna Be Yours

2 | beautiful

🎵 Said I was beautiful,
should've known you were trouble...🎵

H E A T H E R

It was a day before the funeral. Mom showed me a long, poufy black dress with ribbons in my hair. I suggested a silky black dress with black bracelets around my biceps, and my waist. It was a similar design to our Aunt's wedding dress, only black instead of white.

I knew he would've loved it if I wore it, since he said I reminded him of her before she'd passed away on her thirtieth birthday.

I was changed by the day of the funeral, only a couple of hours before we had to leave. I was reading a poem I had made for his death, and saying I was nervous was an understatement.

It was like the theme song of the last episode of his life.

Then, arms wrapped around me. I whipped around only to see... Mark?

He grinned at me and ruffled my hair, "Long time no see, sis."

"I thought you were in Germany!" I protested, staring at him with wide eyes. He shrugged and hugged me again. I obliged this time, still shocked that he was here. I hadn't seen him in a year now in person. He had definitely changed.

He had grown a lot in length, and his voice had deepened. His hair had become longer but neater than his usual wild hair, and it came to chin-length, which made him look way more business like and less chaotic.

I then raised an eyebrow, "Why are you here? When did you arrive here?"

He smirked before replying.

"I came because of Uncle's funeral, dim-wit. And, I arrived at six or something in the morning, but I got home just now." He pointed to the suitcases on the floor, and I realized that I hadn't even heard him enter, I was so nervous.

"Oh."

He smiled, grabbing me in a chokehold and messing up my hair, "What? Not happy to see your older, way more attractive, bro?"

I rolled my eyes, "I am happy to see you, just not your ego."

He laughed, before Bianca came with a face full of make-up, silver glitter in her eyes, and a pink dress. Even Mark raised an eyebrow.

"Seriously? This is a funeral, not a tea party." He snapped at her. She scoffed and stormed away, to my room to look for a better dress than hers.

So annoying.

Mark rolled his eyes before looking back at me. I then realized that he was in a black suit, ready for the funeral. Mom and Dad then came, welcoming him back with hugs and greetings, wearing black clothes.

"Mark, honey, so good to see you! Heather, where's Bianca?"

"Upstairs, in my closet, looking for a dress that is better than her pink one. Too bad there are barely any dresses in there, only hoodies and- Bianca what are you wearing?!"

After seeing what she had, I was furious. She was wearing my black hoodie that Uncle had bought me, and had cut it loose so that it was a crop.

"My shirt?" She asked, flipping her fake curls. I immediately grabbed her shoulder and dragged her back to my room. Normally, I wasn't one for revenge, but this girl... she had the audacity to ruin the hoodie that she knew I had bought with Uncle.

I grabbed her pink dress and got scissors, cutting into the cotton dress. She screamed and wailed at me to stop.

"Oh, you don't like that? Think of how I feel, you incomprehensible brat of a girl!" I yelled, "Now take that hoodie off or else!"