The ones who made it better

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Billies pov.
We went home. It was late. We all went to separate houses. I went home alone, alone with my thoughts. I had to sleep, tomorrow was the funeral but I, I just couldn't sleep. I rang Adrienne. She talked to me for a while about everything it was calming. I fell asleep that way. When I woke up it was 5 a.m. I went to take a shower and I got dressed back into pajamas. I sat watching cartoons. I heard Tim come into the room has sat by me.
"Get ready by 12 we need to be there by 1." He was serious.
"Okay"
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Mikes pov.
I sat up in bed it was about 11:30. I quickly got dressed. I told my mom the time of the funeral. I got in my car and drove to Tre's. I sat waiting for him as he dressed. He suddenly came out at sat by me, a blank expression spread across his face. I fixed his bow tie. We told papa and mama cool we'd meet them there. We got up to leave and Tre' hugged me tight before letting go and we walked out. I sat in the car for a minute.
"I wonder how Bills is doing."
I said this silently and peeled out of the driveway.
When we made it to Billies house he sat out the front door smoking a cigarette he put it out and walked over to the drivers side. I rolled down the window.
"Um Mikey here's the directions."
He handed me the paper, I knew where it was, I just knew he had to do something to keep himself occupied.
His hair was bleached this time. He got in the back seat.
"We're just waiting on Tim."
I shook my head and waiting staring at the directions but zoning out. I don't think any of us were ready for this.
"Larry's coming he came in last night he actually just finished moving back here."
Tre' said this as enthusiastic as possible.
Tim got into the car handed Billie a guitar in its case and sat saying nothing.
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Billies pov.
We made it to the funeral home. I sat down in the back. I watched as everyone showed up. She was cremated, it was cheaper. Shit, we didn't have money. The services began shortly. I wasn't suprised her mom never showed up.. her mom I heard was in freaking jail. Soon I was called up to perform I sat down at the podium and began. I didn't have much to say. Besides the song. I couldn't say much. When I finished I put a pic necklace over the vase.
"Love ya kid."
I whispered and sat back down. I closed my eyes holding back the tears. I felt like I fucked up.