truth or dare

truth or dare... The Funeral.... 16 years later.....

>Brooke's POV<

As I mentioned the other day my psychologist recommends I write a diary so here I am lying in bed trying not to have a melt down. So it turns out I'm 3 months into my pregnancy not 1 which explains the issue of my clothes not fitting and now all the sickness and nausea make sense.

It's quite hard to hide the fact I'm pregnant when the black dress I was given for today is quite tight until the waist. Looks like everyone will know after the funeral. Good luck me!

You should have seen dads face once it hit him and... Ashtons'. They were ready to kill someone but then reality struck and they went all oh shit.

Anyway I need to leave for the funeral soon and I don't know how I'm going to cope! Im going to the father of my child's funeral and I'm expected to keep it together how does anyone expect me to do that! Shit dads calling gotta go.

The don't opens just as I put my diary back under my pillow. No one knows about besides jenny. Not even mum.

"Brooke you sure your gonna be ok today?" Dad asks for the millionth time today. He knows I'm not and that I won't admit it but he still asks.

"Yeah dad. Thank you for being there for me. It means a lot." I say as I wrap him in a hug. Something, that feels like, I haven't done in a while but was needed.

"Of cause. Now let's go we don't want to be late. I know you love dramatic entrances but something tells me you don't want one today." A big smile stretching across his face and mine.

"Yeah, let's go."

~~~ at the funeral ~~~

>Zac's POV<

"I'll now call upon Zac to say a few words." Casey squeezes my hand in confidence. Something I'm in dire need of right now. I get up and walk towards the front shaking like a leaf. And take a deep breath

" Ashton wasn't just my best friend. He was my brother. When we were in need of help he was there with the knowledge we needed to make it through. That is something I will dearly miss. That and his cocky smile" I look over at Brooke as everyone manages a small chuckle. Tears streaming down her face. I take a other breath and start again.

" I keep waiting to wake up or for someone to jump out and yell 'haha got ya Zac' but I know it won't happen. My best friend is dead and there was nothing I could do to stop that. I remember a few months ago getting texts saying things like 'hey dude you and your boyfriend better be decent in 30seconds in coming round' or 'you and your boytoy should stop making out I need you guys' each time Casey and I would get so angry we would hit him or curse at him. But Ashton, God were you right. He is a gods send, one in a million and you knew before I... before anyone did. Thank you Ash. You will always be in my heart and mind. Love you bro." I manage to choke out the last words as tears blur my vision. Looking over at Brooke I see her drowning in her own tears, much like us all.

After the funeral Brooke and her family leave. I really hope she's going to be alright.

My thoughts cut short as arms wrap around me and I turn to see Casey. Without a second thought I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him with all emotions that are running though my head. As does he. Pulling away he looks deep into my eyes.

"Well that's one way to come out to our parents and friends" he states laughing

"Yeah" I wonder how tonight will go.

~~~ 6 months later ~~~

>Brooke's POV<

"Well it's a girl" the nurse states as she puts my daughter in to my arms for the first time. Looking down at her she has the same eyes as her father

"hey my little angel" I whisper.
"Have you decided on a name?" My mother asks.

"Georgia Kate" I say looking down at my little girl. From now on things will be different. Very different.

~~~16 year's later~~~

>Georgia's POV<

"Mother please" I whine

"Georgia Kate, no means no! Today you are sixteen and you will be spending your birthday with your father's and my sides of the family like always!"

" yes mum "

"I'm sorry sweetheart but you mean a lot to us all"

"Love you too mum, I'll go get ready". I say walking into my room, last week we moved house so finding something to wear is going to be hard. I open one box and see a leather diary. Opening it to the first page and start reading.

'Dear Diary,
It's been a week since Aaron's death and I don't know how much longer I can take, I don't know how much more the baby can take! Tomorrows the funeral and I still can't keep it together long enough to have dinner with mum and dad. Jenny said a diary would help. I sure help so! Gotta go now. Bye.
Brooke.'

"I see you found my old diary. In case your wondering yes it's all true" I hear. My mothers voice behind me.

"Read it all I don't mind. But you need to get changed, ill lend you one of my old dresses." She says walking into her room. Seconds later she comes out with a gold dress that stops just above the knee.

" I have the shoes here too. Hold on a second." Again she disappears into her room coming out with the matching shoes.

"Where did you get this? It looks like it's never been worn!"

"It hasn't. Your father bought it for me. I was suppose to wear it on our date that was arranged for the day after he died. I wanted you to have it and wear it on your sixteenth. It looks good on you." A single year drops down her cheek.

"Thank you mum. Let's go uncle Zac, uncle Casey, Rachael and Kyle are waiting out front for us." I say as a text comes through. God I love my family.