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Payton's Funeral
I opened my eyes and it was raining outside for the first time in a long time. I new for once in my life something had gone wrong. Today was the day of Payton's funeral. I thought it was all a dream when I held Payton's dead body in my arms. She was my first friend and now she's gone. Paris is looking for how ever did this to his sister. He haven't been able to sleep since her death. He would come down here in the middle of the night and I would hold him until he fell asleep. He always had nightmares about her then tell me about them. I missed Payton so much. Little Andrea doesn't have anyone to look up to. She ask when she's coming back and Paris have to tell her that she's not. It's going to be hard to see her in the casket.
I showered then went to my closet and I looked stupid because Payton always helped me with my outfits. I looked at black skirt then I heard someone say something. I turned and Payton was standing there.
"Payton?" I said.
"Yea It's me." She said.
"Your dead." I said.
She laughed.
"I know, you need help with your outfit for my funeral." She said.
"Yea, but this means I have accepted that your dead right?" I said.
"Yes, I can't visit Paris because he still sit's in my room and thinks he talking to me." She said.
"He has dreams does that mean anything?" I asked.
"Well, not really." She said.
"Your our angel Payton." I said. She started going away.
"PAYTON!" I yelled. She was gone. I stared picking my outfit again. I picked out a black skirt , stockings, a short sleeve blouse, and black heels. All this black is depressing.
Paris's P.O.V.
"Paris honey." Chantell shook me. I opened my eyes.
"Yes Chantell." I said.
"Its time to get up." She said.
"Today is Payton's funeral." I said.
"Yea." She smiled. I sat up on the bed. I looked up and saw that Chantell had showered and got dress in a pretty purple dress and some nude colored heels. She had her hair done and she had on make-up.
"You look pretty." I said.
"Thank you now get ready." She said and walked out my empty, cold, and depressing room. I got up and went to the bathroom and showered. I was in the shower and I let the hot water roll down my body and through my hair. I signed and got out the steaming shower. I wrapped the towel around me and went to my room. I went to my room and closed and locked the door behind me and I saw Passion sitting on my bed.
"What's up Passion?" I said in a soft tone. I wasn't much for talking. She got off the bed and walked over to my wet body and kissed my lips softly.
"What was that for?" I asked.
"I thought you needed it." She said. I smiled.
"Is that a smile!" Passion yelled.
"Yea. When it comes to you I always smile." I said.
"Yo emotional ass." Passion said. I laughed. She sat back down on the bed and I looked at her.
"What?" She asked.
"I have to get dress." I said.
"I don't need to leave, I've seen it before." She said.
"Alright." I said and dropped my towel. My thick member jumped up and Passion stared at it.
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The Elements of Passion
General FictionPassion is 16 and finally released from the group home she has been living in for the past 6 years. She moves in her new apartment and starts school. She isn't looking for love but love finds her. She meets the local thug Paris. But everybody calls...