Friends with benefits???

Everyone's happy

POV OF JADA:

We were walking into McDonald's when I saw the plane crash. Its was all over town center. I noticed Matteo's dads name and I started to cry. So sad I didn't even get to meet him. I heard great things about him all the time. Everyone did. Matteo's father was the only thing that really made him happy.

I took my phone out of my back pocket and called him. I'm actually surprised he picked up because today was so eventful. "Sorry to hear about your dad." He didn't answer. Did he hang up? No, I still heard his breathing. Then I heard dial tone, then the operator talking about how the phone was disconnected. I dropped my phone and ran out the door. He answers but doesn't answer and then dial tone. Somethings wrong, please be okay Matteo. 

I'm running and only one thing is running through my mind, him not being okay. I don't even care the fact that town center is a whole mile away from house, or that my asthma is acting up, nothing.

I get to his house and I'm pounding on the door. "MATTEO, MATTEO" I'm pounding with two hands and tears are pouring out my eyes like a waterfall. "MATTEO, OPEN THE DOOR. PLEASE I NEED YOU TO OPEN THE DOOR." A second goes by and there's nothing. I try the knob and sure enough it's opened. I run inside and he's in the corner of the guest bathroom. There's blood and razors and pills all over the floor. He's knocked out. I run upstairs to his bedroom and ransack his draw for some clean clothes. I run downstairs, put them on him, drag him over to the couch, and clean up the bathroom. I put on an overgrown t-shirt. 

Now there's nothing to do. I know I have to be here when he wakes up. I start looking around for the remote so I look under the couch, I find the remote but I also find his phone. It's in pieces. That's why I started having that conversation with the operator. I pick up the remote and just as I'm about to start flipping through the channels he wakes up. "Hey." He's smiling. His smile is almost perfect. I don't wait this time, I lean in and kiss him. He puts his hands on my waist pulling me towards him, but I pull him towards me, bringing him to his feet. We start heading towards the stairs. I guess we're going for a round two.

After an hour

I walk downstairs cause he's asleep again. I pick up the remote from off the floor. Guess I must have dropped it. I sat down on the couch and starting surfing through the channels. The news channel caught my attention. "Kyle Awan, 22 year-old-male, was found dead after falling 90 feet to his death after a serve motorcycle accident," the news reporter said. Kyle? KYLE? WHY KYLE? WHY MATTEO'S DAD? WHY CAN'T WE JUST BE HAPPY. I wanted to go in a corner and just cry but I knew I couldn't. I had to be strong for him. For Rizvan and Matteo. 

I wrote a really quick note and left it for Matteo at his bed side, and the shirt. I changed into my clothes grabbed my bag and ran back to my house. My mom was there. "Mom can you drop me to my friends house?" "Did you finish all your homework?" "Mom?" She looked over at me and noticed the tears in my eyes. "Jada are you ok? Whats wrong sweetie?" I tell her everything. I just let it all out.

She ends up taking me over to Rizvan's house. I walk up to the house and motion for my mom to leave. His mom opens the door. She has this heavy Romanian accent. "Are you one of Kyle's friends?" Her eyeliner and mascara was smudged. I don't think she cared how she looked though. She just lost her first child. "Um no, I'm one of your other sons friends. Rizvan? Do you know if he's home right now?" "oh uh yes. He is upstairs." She started tearing up, so I hugged her. She started crying, and then I started crying. We were juts crying together. 

Rizvan walked downstairs. He was followed by his little brother Saf. You could tell they were crying. Their eyes were red and puffy and Saf was still sniffling. His mother and I stopped hugging. I just looked at him, and he just looked at me. I slowly started walking over to him. Saf had walked their mother into the other room. Rizvan started crying and hugging me and I started crying. I thought it would be a good idea if we went for a walk. "Let's go somewhere." I opened the door and we walked out hand in hand. 

He took me to his backyard. There was a shed. "This is where me and my brothers did drugs and helped Kyle fix his cars and stuff." "What does that mean?" I pointed to some random looking letters on the top of the shed. It has 'KARS' marked on it. "It stands for Kyle Awan, Rizvan, and Saf." I love how close they all were. He opens the door and walks in. There's three cars off to the right,  some car stuff in the back, a couch and some chairs to the left in front of a t.v. and some stairs leading up to the second floor. We walk up the stairs. It's overlooking half of the bottom floor. Up here there's a bed, one of those water gallon things you see at the doctors office, and a table with some chairs around it. 

He sat on the bed and stared at the floor. I sat next to him but he didn't look at me. I looked over at him and cupped my hand under his chin. He looked into my eyes. "Thank you for being here." He leaned and kissed me. His hands were now around my waist. Would this be considered round one or round three? 

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Okay this chapter is Really long but I just wanted to dedicate this chapter to Kyle Awan. For those of you who don't know all of these characters are real. Some of them don't have a real relation to the others but Kyle Awan was 22 when he died on November 5th of 2015, and he was my friend Rizvan Awan's brother. And I just wanted to say I never properly met you, but I heard a lot about you and one day I will meet you. But until the RIP. You'll always be remembered. Thanks for reading >_<