P.S. I Lime You

Chapter 16-Wesley

February 25, 2011

It had been exactly one week since the death of my best friend. Tyler's funeral was held earlier in the week. According to Bree, Tyler's funeral was boring. I didn't go because I would have been expected to say something. I didn't know what to say. He was weird. He was a loser. He had no friends. I didn't know how to sugar coat who he was. All of it would've made things worse. The days were long and mind-numbing. Between school, and Mariah I was able to get by, but it was those moments of silence that reminded me of him. I hated those moments.

"Hey Wesley, can you...." "Get out," I said before, my sister had a chance to finish her sentence.

"Dad!" Bree yelled. Her high pitched scream was deafening. I stood up and pushed Bree out of my room, and locked the door. I heard her whining all the way up the stairs. It was two thirty in the afternoon on a Saturday. This was normally the time Tyler and I would be playing basketball at the park down the street, but instead I wasted away drowning in my sadness until I heard a noise like rocks ricocheting off my window. I went over and pulled up the blinds to see Haley standing out in the cold. She waved and smiled, letting me know that she wasn't mad at me anymore. I threw a shirt on and ran upstairs to let her in. I asked my dad if he could give us some privacy.

"Come in," I said. Haley didn't look right. She had no makeup on, and wore baggy sweatpants.

"How are you?" She asked as she tried to break the silence.

"My best friend's dead, I'd say the universe is beating me right now."

"I know how you feel," Haley said like she knew how I felt.

"You don't know how I'm feeling," I said defensively.

"Look Wesley, I didn't come here for a fight, I came here for my letter."

"What letter?" I was confused.

"Mariah said Tyler left a letter for each of us, and that I should pick it up from you." Haley's tone was honest, but I had no clue what she was talking about.

"That's funny, she never told me anything, let's go have some fun," I said grabbing my coat and heading towards Mariah's house. Haley followed me as we crossed the street to Mariah's house. I knocked on the door, and Mac answered it.

"Can Mariah come play?" I asked. "She's sleeping Wes," Mac said. "Tell her she has visitors." Mac let us wait inside by the door, as she went upstairs to wake Mariah up. Five minutes later she came down looking worse than Haley.

"Oh my God, what are you doing here?" Mariah asked Haley. "Surprise!" Haley said. "Can we come upstairs?" I asked. "Uh.... yeah, let me just go straighten up a few things," Mariah said as she thought about her messy room. "I've seen a bra before Mariah, and I'm sure Wesley has seen yours, so no need to clean up, just let us in," Haley said trying not to waste time.

"Fine, come up." Haley and I walked upstairs. The bathroom wasn't clean, and the hallway was full of Mariah's dirty clothes. We walked into her room, and it was dirty.

"I haven't seen this one before, it's cute!" I said, trying to make a joke.

"Give me that!" Mariah said, snatching her new bra out of my hands.

"What do you guys want?"

"We want our letters you hoe!"

"Haley!" I said.

"Sorry, I haven't called someone a hoe in like a week, I'm slacking," Haley responded.

Mariah left the room and then suddenly came back carrying a box. "What's in the box?" I asked.