The dancer boy

The dancer boy 17

Kenny's pov:
I have flown back to canada and i am very jetlagged. Haha. I need to find Brett. I need to know he's okay. I went back to hayleys house, and turned on the tv. She wasnt home so it was okay. I turned the tv onto the news. There was an incedent that an 18 year old boy was killed in a car accident on his way to boston. I was like, oh. Okay. This is sad. I decided to call hayley.
*phone rings*
"Hi hayley, its me."
"Kenny?"
"Yeah. Its me I'm back babe."
"Kenny!! Im so glad you called! Where did you go?"
"I flew back to boston. I thought that i would just live there with my mom. But I asked for some advice amd so i flew back here."
"Omg really! Thats good kenny."
"Yeah. Um, hey! Do you know where Brett would be right now?"
The line went quiet.
"Hayley?"
"Um, kenny?"
"Um, yeah? Whats the matter?"
"Well, Brett was driving to boston to find you, he thought you would have gone there, you always told him it was your backup plan if you ever left."
"Yeah, so"
"Well, kenny, as Brett was driving, he lost control of the car and went head on into an oil truck."
"WHAT? WHAT HAPPEND?!"
This was gonna get worse, i can feel it.
"Kenny. Brett is dead."
I couldnt believe it. I was crying. I hug up the phone. I was so angry at myself for putting Brett in that position that he had died. I didnt want him to die really, i was hung over and i was stupid. Oh jesus. What will i do.
*the next day*
I feel awful. My best friend is dead because of me. I should be dead, not him. Anyway, i got a call from his mom saying that his funeral is next week, and she was wondering if i would like to say a eulogy for Brett. I said yes. The least I could do was salute my dead best friend.